The lonely peaks rising from the ground are steep and steep, like a sharp sword plunging into the sky.

The mountain peaks are so steep that there are almost no plants on the four walls, like an axe.

At the top of each peak, there are some buildings, scattered on them, which are slightly desolate, but this is the strongest sect in the land of Xizhou, the old second-grade sect, the Hundred Sword Sect.

On a lonely peak in the middle of the peaks, in a tall stone house.

A thin old man, with a bun casually pulled behind his head, like a down-and-out old man, but faintly on his body, there was a sense of awe-inspiring sword intent, upright and wanton.

Syllable!

He threw a big red invitation card in his hand on the table, and carried it with both hands, "Hmph! I didn't expect that the Ming Martial Sect would really complete the secret realm task and successfully be promoted to the second-grade sect! And our disciples suffered heavy casualties, but they didn't even find the slightest clue about the Qingyang Sword, which really lost their wife and lost their soldiers!"

Although the old man seemed to be talking to himself, Cao Changfeng, who was standing behind him, listened to his ears, but his eyelids jumped!

This time, I really messed up!

Since I was a child, I have never failed like I have now!

Everything, because of that Chu Xiao!

"Master, then let's go or not?" Cao Changfeng pondered and asked cautiously.

"Go, of course, why don't you go? Now that the wood is in the boat, only good people can do it to the end. The old man said, "Since you were the leader of the previous aid team, so, this time you also went to congratulate you together, and you have done enough favors! As for the fact that the disciple of this sect was killed in the secret realm, there is no evidence, and second, the other party has become the chief disciple of the Ming Martial Sect, and this matter can only be stopped at present! If there is a chance in the future, let him repay it with interest!"

The old man said that it made people feel cold all over his body.

"However, the most important thing for us at the moment is to find Master Luo's early sword, the Qingyang Sword. Now that the clue to the secret realm has been broken, I can only think of other ways. The old man looked back, looked at Cao Changfeng, and said, "You come with me." ”

The old man's figure swept and flew outward, followed by Cao Changfeng.

The figure of the two, like a goshawk, swept between the lonely peaks, and after a while, before coming to a lonely peak, facing the empty cliff, the figure of the old man finally stopped and stood out of thin air.

He took out a jade token in his hand, and an obscure note came out of his mouth.

Thundered!

Suddenly, the cliff in front of him "shook".

Some of the rocks and dirt fell straight down.

It turned out that a two-person high stone door opened from the cliff, revealing a black hole.

Cao Changfeng showed a look of surprise, after many years in the sect, it was the first time he knew that there was such a place.

Seeing the old man entering first, he hurriedly followed.

Entering the inside, although it was dark, for their cultivators, their eyes were sharp, and there was no discomfort.

It's an ordinary cave, and after walking a short distance, there is a stone wall in front of it, and it is obvious that it has reached the end.

Cao Changfeng was puzzled as to why Shizun had brought him to this place where there was nothing.

Suddenly, his eyes looked at the stone wall again.

At this time, he realized that the straight marks on the wall were not natural formations.

There are not many traces, only a few, criss-crossed.

"This, this is a sword mark!" Suddenly, Cao Changfeng blurted out.

At this moment, those sword marks, in Cao Changfeng's eyes, seemed to have suddenly "come to life", like a net from heaven and earth, covering them, and like countless sharp swords, stabbing straight in!

Cao Changfeng was instantly shocked and wanted to retreat, but he had been locked by those "sharp swords" from all angles, and there was no way to retreat.

His face was pale, and he was about to lose his mind and his sword heart.

"Bah!" the old man's low cheer exploded in his ears, deafening.

This sound pulled Cao Changfeng back from the previous danger.

The sword marks were returned to the dead, and there was nothing unusual to be seen.

"This is the 'Qingyang Sword Intent' left by Master Luo back then! Even if it is you, you must stick to your heart and be prepared to be fully prepared before you can visualize and comprehend, otherwise, you will be injured by the sword intent just now!" The old man said, "During this time, you will stay here to comprehend this 'Qingyang Sword Intent', and at that time, you can use this 'Qingyang Sword Intent' to find the Qingyang Sword." At the same time, this is also an opportunity for you, even if you can only realize 30% in the end, it will make you make a lot of progress. ”

"Yes!" Cao Changfeng said.

This time, he collected his mind, and then carefully looked at the sword marks, and finally stopped being as embarrassed as Fang Cai, and began to comprehend. When the old man saw that everything was in order, he turned around and left.

......

Ming Wuzong.

A place in the middle of nowhere.

A young man's figure, sitting on a mountain rock with his eyes closed, concentrating on cultivation.

Suddenly, a faint layer of light quietly bloomed from its body!

That layer of light disappeared not long after, and then another layer of light appeared.

This light appeared three times, and the third light was especially intense, and even the surrounding air was faintly fluctuating.

If someone is around, they will definitely be shocked and can't close their mouths, because these three times of light blooming are signs of the practice or the realm breaking through three times in a row. After all, the path of cultivation is as difficult as the blue sky, and the breakthrough of each realm is the result of countless efforts, so this phenomenon of continuous breakthroughs will definitely make many people think that it is a demon in the world.

This is Chu Xiao's use of the catalytic effect of the black yuan force, and the "Qingyuan Gong" is like a bamboo, impacting to the fifth layer, and then at the same time as breaking through to the fifth layer, it naturally enters the middle stage of the Diguan realm!

It seems simple, but in fact, everything is just the accumulation of "Swire Regeneration". All of Chu Xiao's hard work and sweat were used in the cultivation of the "Ancient Regeneration Technique". The hard work put in is better than others.

Cultivation has finally reached a new level.

Chu Xiao stood up and opened his palm.

Boom!

The broken sword came to his hand.

The figure flashed, the long sword danced, and began to practice the sword.

It is the "Qingyang Sword Technique", this sword technique, which belongs to the seven-grade martial arts, and it is not easy for ordinary disciples who have just started to cultivate.

But Chu Xiao was fortunate enough to experience the highest level of this swordsmanship in the secret realm, and now it is equivalent to opening a trumpet and practicing it again. In addition, he himself has the inheritance of the Sword Dao God Emperor, and his understanding of the way of the sword is far from comparable, so Chu Xiao is also making rapid progress in the cultivation of the Qingyang Sword Technique......

All the efforts are moving forward towards the goal of becoming the first disciple of the true Ming Wu Sect.

In this way, time passed unconsciously quickly, and the inner gate Dabi had not yet arrived, but a grand event of Ming Wuzong had finally begun......