Those disciples who had been reprimanded by the sect master and left quickly, when they heard the door master say this, they immediately became sluggish and procrastinated, and some disciples even took one step and two steps back.

Xu Feng was fine, standing there motionless. Xu Feng, who is about to embark on the test journey in Tsing Yi, now enjoys the special treatment of cultivating martial arts, and he does not need to practice on time, the main thing is to disturb the cultivation of all brothers and sisters in the name of saying goodbye.

For the first time, Xu Feng heard that the master of the door was called Senior Brother - Xiao Wei. I smiled in my heart, and it felt quite interesting.

was proud, but he heard the master of the sect continue: "Xiao Xu, you also go out to practice with everyone, and when you arrive in Yingdu, don't lose my face in cultivating martial arts!"

Xiao Xu!

Xu Feng hates others for calling him like this the most. In the previous life, because his face was a little tenderer, some old people who had no skills were not cultivated, and a little Xu seemed to be a special indication that his qualifications were older than his own, and he could instruct himself at will.

The owner of the door is called Zhao Xiaohong, and he hates others to call him Xiaohong the most, except for Shi Niang, of course. But he likes to call his disciples small, as if he is deliberately trying to find a balance.

Xu Feng didn't expect that he had just laughed at the senior brother in his heart, and the retribution came so quickly, and the door master pointed it on his head.

Senior brother too, I didn't expect that the retribution would come so quickly just after teasing and playing with the junior brothers, and the door master would have such curiosity.

"Uh...... This, the disciple heard, erudition can be strong, and it is fortunate to observe the natal true yuan of the strong person in the creation realm, which can also be regarded as a kind of cultivation perception, so ...... So the disciple also wants to see the senior brother's brilliance!" Xu Feng said solemnly.

Those disciples who had already walked more than three feet away, their ears were cocked, and when they heard Xu Feng say this, they stopped there all of a sudden.

The fourth senior brother, Sun Yimao, turned around solemnly, with a fake question on his face, and a look of humbly asking for advice.

The senior brother's face turned red, he looked at Xu Feng, looked at everyone, and with a calm expression, he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

Right now. Sect Master Zhao looked at Xu Feng suspiciously: "Xiao Xu, why do you have the smell of healing medicine on your body, who are you fighting again!?"

"No, it's just a little holiday......" Xu Feng prevaricated.

"Did you suffer a loss?" The master of the Zhao Sect didn't care who he fought with or why, and asked directly if he had suffered a loss.

"Uh...... No, no. Xu Feng hurriedly said: "The disciple has taken a big advantage!"

"That's good!" said the Zhao Sect Master, suddenly discovering that the group of disciples just now had not walked out of the courtyard even at this moment, and the Zhao Sect Master was furious, "Cultivating laziness is equivalent to evil!

............

The peaks of the fairy swords are really like thousands of giant swords, breaking through the sky.

On the steep stone steps of the mountain, the master of Qingyunmen is dressed as a three-Qingdao chief, which is different from the green robe he wears every day.

That Taoist robe is a Dharma robe, a dress that the Taoist sect will only wear on important occasions, indicating the identity of the Three Qings.

The pure black robe, on the placket, has a circle of white piping, embroidered with bright gold swastikas, solemn and noble black and snow-white embroidered gold piping, it looks noble and solemn, a simple and elegant, and solemn and powerful atmosphere emanates from Qingyun's body.

The Burning Star Tower and the Immortal Sword Gate are originally the same root, with the common origin of the Sanqing Daomen, Qingyun, as the owner of the other doors of the Burning Star Tower, climbed the mountain in person today, and was still dressed in a costumed robe, which seemed to have a deep meaning.

The mountain gate was in sight, and there were already disciples there to greet him, without any blades in his hands, and his demeanor was extremely respectful.

Qingyun Daoist was followed by a disciple, and it was Feng Youlun.

When I entered the mountain gate, I saw Fu Qingshan's slightly gloomy face.

"The virtuous nephew has worked hard for the Yunmeng Sect!" said Qingyun Daoist calmly with a polite smile on his face.

There are a number of disciples who escaped from the Immortal Soul Gate, and Fu Qingshan is the most famous, and these various sects that pointed their anger and spearheads at Xu Feng elected him as their leader, leading the crusade team to hunt down the wicked Xu Feng, and at the same time strangling the fleeing corpse puppets.

Daoist Qingyun said that he had worked hard, which is exactly what he meant.

Fu Qingshan's face was expressionless, and he said, "It should, it should." I stretched out my hand and made a gesture of please.

The three of them walked together to the foot of a big tree, and Fu Qingshan once again arched his hand at Qingyun Daoist and Feng Youlun.

This is the intersection leading to the Sword Hall of the Immortal Sword Gate, as Fu Qingshan, there is no summons and no qualifications to enter, of course, Feng Youlun is not qualified to enter.

Qingyun Dao nodded slightly, and walked forward along the stone path several feet wide.

At the end of the stone path was a natural ravine, between the two peaks, and across the ravine, there was a bridge, and the Qingyun Road Chief stood next to the bridge for a moment before he stepped on the bridge.

On the stone pier beside the bridge, the golden hook iron painting is engraved with the words "Remnant Cambridge". The whole bridge is made up of countless swords intertwined!

The swords were bright and bright, or dull and depressing, with different textures, shapes, and breaths.

There are long and wide, some thin and narrow, like a crescent moon, like a giant rafter, some are intact, and even exude a sharp atmosphere, some are dilapidated, the breath is so faint that it is elusive, and there are a few of them Although they have gone through the years, the simple and domineering charm still rises to the sky.

Countless swords with different temperaments, countless fierce sword intents, chaotic and chaotic twisted together, like a ghost gate, the entire bridge deck rolled up countless invisible breath turbulence, like a huge wave on a dangerous beach.

Every sword that makes up this Cambridge is a Dao sword that was defeated by the Immortal Sword Gate.

"The Fairy Sword Gate really lives up to its reputation. Qingyun Dao Commander secretly praised, Zhenyuan condensed the soles of his feet, and the breath that was at the peak of his life was slowly released, and he walked across this narrow bridge with a rugged sword in a chic and comfortable manner.

Across Cambridge, an imposing hall appears in front of you.

This hall is so huge, like a strange mountain when the air presses, covering an area of 100 zhang square, thick and simple rhyme comes to the face.

Xianjian Gate, which has been established for tens of thousands of years, is undoubtedly the largest sect in the south of the dynasty.

There is Xianjian Gate in the south, and there is Dongcheng Courtyard in the north, which is called the North Courtyard of the South Gate. Dongcheng Courtyard gathers the world's cultivation wizards, and a single Immortal Sword Sect almost includes half of the cultivation elites in the south.

A figure appeared in front of the massive building, at the end of a high staircase.

"Qingyun Sect Master, please!" Baili Ying raised his breath and said in a deep voice.

"The poor road is bothered!" Qingyun finished speaking, his figure suddenly floated, and he came to the top of the hundred-zhang long steps in an instant, and the two walked side by side towards the huge hall.

The grand hall only opened a small side door, and there was no sword hidden inside. Entering the side door, inside turned out to be a gorgeous inner room.

The two sat down separately, and Junxiu Xiao Si served tea, and then retreated silently.

Baili Yingyang raised his sharp eagle eyes, looked at the grand and gorgeous robe on Qingyun's body secretly, and said: "Last night, I received an urgent message from the master of Qingyun Sect, saying that I wanted to worship the Xianmen Sword Hall, but I didn't expect it to arrive at this time. Then he pointed to the Cambridge outside the door and the grand sword hall in front of him, and continued: "Those are the enemies of the Fairy Sword Gate, and these are the friends of the Fairy Sword Gate. Those who can sit here are, of course, friends, just like the Dao Sword enshrined inside. They are all the same sect of Yunmeng, and the master of Qingyun Sect might as well have something to say. ”

Baili Yingyang's mean and fierce temperament is as good as ever.

Qingyun Dao Chang was calm and relaxed, and he didn't care at all that Baili Yingyang pointed to the remnant Cambridge for a while, and pointed to the worship hall for a while, drawing a clear line between you and me.

He also knew that Xu Feng, the first evil in the south who let the Immortal Sword Sect follow the disgrace, was a disciple of the Burning Star Tower, and he came to visit rashly without knowing his attitude, and it was already polite for the other party to have such courtesy.

Daoist Qingyun knew better that he could receive this treatment and successfully came to the forbidden place of the Immortal Sword Sect, mainly because Qi Lian died.

As soon as Qi Lian died, a huge sect was huge, and the dragons had no leader. The key is the shocking news that the head of the sect was killed, and the various sects are probably already well aware, and at this time, the attention and gaze of all the forces should fall on themselves, as expected.

Because they all know very well who the real power of the Burning Star Tower is.

"How is Master Ouyang?" asked Daoist Qingyun calmly.

Baili Ying raised his nose and snorted in reply.

No one in the world knows that the sword saint Ouyang Xun has been in retreat for more than three years. If you have to say something straight, this Qingyun Dao Leader is still going around the bend.

"The teachers are hiding from the world and cultivating, and these external chores have to be dealt with by our busy lives. Daoist Qingyun said slowly, as if he was already in charge of the affairs of the sect.

There was a moment of silence in the side room.

"I'll tell you where Xu Feng is. Daoist Qingyun said suddenly.