After the bone-washing in the Spirit River, Xu Feng saw the threshold of the peak of the Apocalypse, which was faintly in front of his eyes, as if he could step over it with a light step. www.biquge.info No matter how hard Xu Feng tried to become enlightened and cultivate the divine thoughts in the Mud Pill Palace, the threshold was still none, and it could not be completely crossed.

It's like being wrapped in a translucent film, and I dimly feel that there is a wider and clearer world outside, but no matter what, I can't break this thin film.

In the early morning of the next day, the eight disciples of the Burning Star Tower, following the route taken by the third and fourth senior brothers when they explored the mountain gate, marched towards the Immortal Soul Gate day and night. Eight people are certainly not as fast as two people. Besides, they are still doing their best to perform the exercises, and the third and fourth senior brothers are running wildly in the night.

It had been four hours since the mountain had been set, and the sun had moved to the middle of the day, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth, and the group of eight entered Salt Lake City. And this Salt Lake City is the only place to go to the Immortal Soul Gate.

Xu Feng looked at the newly decorated Liuhuafang that rose from the ground again, and then recalled that day when he exploded the building with a sword, it was like a dream. The little housekeeper who greeted the guests at the door had all been replaced, but the overly polite smile on his face seemed to Xu Feng as if nothing had been changed here, and it still felt the same way.

Liuhuafang was originally a business of both Qinglou and restaurant, and everyone had something important to do this time, not for pleasure, but just called a table in the hall on the first floor to deal with the hunger and thirst on the road.

Eight disciples came to these two other sects that were hostile to each other, and they were very estranged from each other, but on the surface they walked together, but in private they had their own thoughts.

Ye Xiu sat down as the chairman with a big grin, without even looking at Xu Feng and the others, and Ding Kaishan regarded Xu Feng and the others as enemies, and sat across the empty seats. Xuan Peipei didn't have any taboos, and sat down next to Xu Feng in turn.

This time I went down the mountain, nominally to go to the Immortal Sword Gate for a ten-day appointment, to investigate the details of the Immortal Soul Gate, but after the third senior brother and the fourth senior brother found out the detailed information, the Burning Star Tower had already concluded that there would be a fierce battle here.

As the leader of the Southern Sect, the Immortal Sword Sect also had reliable information and channels, even more and deeper than they knew about the Burning Star Tower. This time I went out to investigate the mountain just to give an explanation to many sects. Once you start to do it, the secret technique of the "Cloud Sword Flying Sky" of the Immortal Sword Gate can instantly announce the news of the crusade to the world.

"Senior brother, can you notice the strangeness in this Salt Lake City!" said the fourth senior brother, Sun Yimao.

Meng Gu put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "There are too many people. ”

"Not only are there a lot of people, but they are also mixed. Xu Feng said.

The injuries on the thirteenth senior brother's body still haven't healed, and there is a hint of paleness on his handsome face: "What does senior brother mean by this." ”

"Look, those people, those people" Xu Feng pointed through the window: "It's not some homeless people who fled from Zhongzhou, this kind of calm momentum and confident demeanor are all looks and manners that only people in cultivation have." ”

"What is the purpose of so many cultivators gathering in this small city?" Xu Feng paused and continued: "Of course, it is for the magic weapons, pills, exercises, and countless gold and silver treasures after the Immortal Soul Gate is broken. ”

The fourth senior brother glanced at Xu Feng appreciatively.

The bamboo chopsticks in Ye Xiu's hand paused slightly, and he continued to eat by himself. The fear of Xu Feng in his heart added another layer. Over the years, the sect master Qingyun has become more and more prestigious in the sect, but he has become more and more cautious in doing things, just to maintain his reputation and look forward to the future position of the head of the sect. Therefore, many things will not be said by the door master, but every word and deed has made enough hints, as the first disciple of the door master for nearly twenty years, if he still needs the door master to explain things personally, then he, the senior brother, will also do it. It's just that Xu Feng's life seems to be very hard, and even the black and white shuangsha of the Immortal Soul Gate can't help him, so he must be careful, not only to harvest his life, but also to find an appropriate excuse. It is even more necessary to hide from Xuan Peipei and Ding Kaishan around him, after all, the core secrets in the sect are not what every inner disciple needs to know.

The third senior brother Meng Gu is focused and serious in his cultivation, and he is not good at observing words and feelings, although there is a great trend of change in Salt Lake City, but the art masters are bold and do not take these things to heart. As for Wang Debang, he doesn't care about the number of people, and when the time comes, he will pick up the big knife and cut it over.

Although Xuan Peipei lost to Xu Feng in the martial arts arena, she was also convinced of the loss, and she had a little admiration for those who were really stronger than herself. "It's really a good show!" Xuan Peipei said, "I even saw a Buddhist disciple walking in the city. ”

"Disciple of the Buddha Sect?!" Ding Kaishan said suspiciously.

"Yes, it should be a monk who came down from Fanjing Mountain. Xuan Peipei said.

Whether it is the entire Middle-earth Continent or the Great Xia Dynasty, the cultivation sect is led by the Three Qing Dao. In the era when the Sanqing Daomen apologetic cavalry was prevalent, any belief among the people that was different from the Sanqing Dao would be directly regarded as heresy. And the only exception is Buddhism, it is rumored that Buddhism is earlier than the Sanqing Daomen, since there are people in the Middle Earth Continent, there is this sect walking on this continent, but for tens of thousands of years it is not a supreme sect, the existence of Buddhist disciples, whether it is a practitioner or a folk is very few.

In this life, Xu Feng has seen many Taoist priests, men and women, ugly and handsome. The monk has never seen one, but he didn't expect that the Buddhist sect, which has always been known as the sect outside the world, has come out with troubled waters.

A carved window on the second floor of Liuhuafang was gently pushed open halfway, and a slightly pale face appeared in the window, as if looking at objects that had been placed in his study for a long time, and a calm and ordinary gaze swept over Xu Feng and the others.

There were still three hours left before the appointed time, and before sunset, several people were going to rush to the mountain gate of the Immortal Soul Gate to join the other sects.

The causeway across the salt lake is also the most prosperous street in the small city, Xu Feng stabilized the sword on his back, looked at the bustling crowd on the street, and obviously had another feeling. Countless invisible breaths were distributed all over the street, and the long breath, sharp eyes, and deliberately lowered brim of his hat let Xu Feng know that this was really a mixed world.

Xu Feng had a doubt in his heart, feeling that it was not just because of the fact that the Immortal Soul Gate was besieged by the Southern Sect, but because there was a deeper and bigger conspiracy stirring up in it. The scorching sun was in the sky, and even the salty wind blowing from the salt lake was hot air, but Xu Feng's heart always felt a vague coolness, which was just an ethereal feeling, small and meager that could not be described.

After walking out of the long street, there is an open avenue, and it only takes an hour to unfold the body. But the streets were only a little more than a mile long, and everyone walked for a quarter of an hour, and all of them felt the watchful eyes of the cultivators around them, and that feeling was like doing something under the watchful eye of everyone, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling. But none of these disciples are mediocre, but they no longer have the relaxed atmosphere before they went down the mountain.

As soon as they left the long street, a group of beggars in ragged clothes surrounded them. More than a dozen people surrounded Xu Feng and the others with a pleasing smile on their faces, and then began to jump and turn, singing as they went, and the branches used to make chopsticks were still beating the beat on the empty bowl, jumping, singing, and turning.

Speaking of the way of the world, people's hearts are bad!

Big boss, good work!

Give a treasure, it's good to get rich!

Give me a money, it's early!

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An old beggar at the head sang a sentence, and the beggars behind him sang a sentence. The messy steps of the beggars made the dust on the avenue rise slightly, Xuan Peipei's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the third senior brother's face sank like water. However, the old beggar at the head didn't seem to see everyone's reaction at all, still singing and dancing, his dark face was full of traces of sweat, his missing front teeth were matched with a funny smiling face, a look of selflessness, and his eyes flashed to and fro on everyone.

Xu Feng stared at the old beggar, stretched out his hand, and a copper plate flew up in the air, and when the sound accurately fell into the open porcelain bowl in the old beggar's hand.

As the sound of the copper plate sounded, many beggars fell silent together.