Above the sky, the snow was still falling.

Snowflakes, crystal clear, beautiful like jade-colored butterflies, like dancing like drunk, like flying, scattered and gathered, fluttering and leisurely, gently ying, falling on the hair of the two.

"You're interesting!" Feng Yidao rolled his eyes and looked at Xiao Tian.

In the battle just now, he was actually at a disadvantage, if Xiao Tian was willing, he could defeat himself in a dignified manner, the reason why he did that was to save face for himself, and also to save face between the two factions of the Northern Frontier Pavilion and the Seven Peaks Sword Sect.

"Come up the hill with me!" Feng Yidao raised his right hand and made an inviting gesture.

Xiao Tian looked at Feng Yidao approvingly, a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, pointed to the long sword in the rock wall, and said loudly, "Brother Yidao, you forgot your sword!"

With the pace of the wind sword, Xiao Tian stepped on the stone steps again.

Suddenly, Xiao Tian felt that he was being spied on, and suddenly raised his head, looking at the void, the countless gazes hidden behind the clouds and mist, and quickly retreated.

"It seems that the battle between me and the wind has alarmed many people!"

As the distance and the top of the mountain got closer and closer, Xiao Tian's heart became more and more shocked.

In the air, there was a thick white mist, covered with the Five Elements Sword Qi, hidden in the moist mist, as if it was the Great Array of the Five Elements Heaven and Earth.

The Five Elements Heaven and Earth Great Array is the pinnacle formation of silver, even if Xiao Bai is added, Xiao Tian does not dare to say that he can break through the Five Elements Great Array with full certainty!

"This, the family background of the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion is really thick!"

Half an hour later, stepping on the last stone step, the white mist in the sky disappeared in an instant, and on the top of the empty mountain, a palace-like attic building stood.

"The white mist is exhausted and the sky is blue, the glow is condensed and the iceberg is purple, what a magnificent attic!" Xiao Tian looked up at the main hall of the Northern Frontier Pavilion, his heart was full of shock.

On the top of the mountain, a majestic attic, up to hundreds of zhang, towering in the clouds, surrounded by jade-colored carvings, ice tile cornices, above the main gate, horizontal row of this door plaque.

Beijiang Pavilion, three vigorous and powerful characters, written on the door plaque, glowing with a slight golden light.

Looking at the three big characters, Xiao Tian's eyes were stunned, and his heart throbbed, as if he had fallen into a mysterious realm.

"Amazing, these three words actually carry sword intent!"

Xiao Tian took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and muttered in his heart, this person with the inscription is definitely a master, and he can actually integrate the sword intent into calligraphy, a good means!

"Click~!"

The door was pushed open, and out of the two Tsing Yi Dharma protectors clasped their fists and saluted, and said loudly, "Fellow Daoist, please inside, the pavilion master has been waiting for a long time!"

The two glanced at each other, and from each other's eyes, a trace of doubt could be seen.

It was hard to imagine how this kid in front of him, who was less than twenty years old, could have caused him to reach the Silver Realm! Just now at the foot of the mountain, that blow had affected the long sword of the entire sect, and one could imagine how terrifying this kid in front of him was!

"Thank you!" Xiao Tian saluted with his fists, followed the wind, and slowly walked in.

Walk into the palace door, what catches your eye is the pavilion and pavilion, the jade rock is inlaid with spirit stone, the ground in the middle is paved with jade slate, there is a pool in each place, the rockery is placed, the hot spring is spewed out, the water mist is misty, it is like a fairyland on earth.

Enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of the hall, the more you look at it, the more frightened you are, these two pools, one yin and one yang, in the void, there are also five elements of sword energy, mainly washed with water, and the surrounding flowers and trees.

"Amazing, simple arrangement, there is a kind of potential!"

On both sides of the jade, many disciples of the Northern Frontier Pavilion stood with their swords in their hands, looking at Xiao Tian coldly, every disciple was above the Bronze Realm.

Feeling the powerful momentum, Xiao Tian shook his head helplessly, and sighed in his heart, since ancient times, exchanges between countries have focused on face, but I didn't expect that between the sects and sects in this world, they also pay attention to this kind of face.

"The affairs of the rivers and lakes are trouble!"

Before coming to the gate of the main hall, the two disciples of the Silver Realm, their eyes were full of curiosity, they looked at Xiao Tian, and said loudly, "Go in, the pavilion master has been waiting for a long time!"

Xiao Tian smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, didn't stop, clasped his fists and saluted, and said loudly, "Seven Peaks Sword Sect, Xiao Tian of Tianyang Peak, on the orders of the head of the sect, come to send a post!"

The sound was not loud, but it was as thick as thunder, and it passed towards the main hall.

On the main hall, Fenghua was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he looked at the palace door with interest.

He took great pains to use the general trend of the sect and the power of his disciples to create a kind of coercion, just to impact Xiao Tian's heart, on the one hand, he grew the face of the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion, and on the other hand, he also hoped to cause psychological damage to Xiao Tian, and the people who saw the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion would have a sense of fear in the future. Unexpectedly, he would use this way to resist this kind of attack.

At this moment, Xiao Tian was thinking about politeness, and it was more appropriate to visit him and greet him in advance, but he didn't think it was so complicated.

"Messenger, come in!" a deep male voice came from the hall.

In front of the main hall, the two silver mysteries glanced at each other, with a burst of surprise in their eyes, and then retreated to the sides, nodded slightly, and gave way to the road.

Without squinting, straightening his waist, and holding the sword in his hand, Xiao Tian took steps and walked towards the main hall.

The central hall, golden and brilliant, the glazed roof is inlaid with jade gold, nine golden pillars, stand straight and straight on the main hall, carved with nine circling dragons, the stone wall is carved with a mural one after another, there is a picture of a boy holding a sword practicing sword, the old man subduing the demon, lifelike.

There were dozens of disciples standing on both sides of the main hall, all of them in the Silver Realm, looking at Xiao Tian with interest, looking up and down for a while. In the center, a spirit stone chair was placed, and a middle-aged man wearing a purple and gold robe was sitting, and on the left and right sides, two pavilion elders were sitting in turn.

"Northern Frontier Pavilion Master, Fenghua!"

Xiao Tian recognized the identity of the man in the purple and gold robe at a glance, and there was a burst of surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect this Northern Frontier Pavilion Master to look so young.

But then again, in that kind of realm, everyone has the art of rejuvenating the face, who knows how old the person in front of him is, but.

"Xiao Tian, the seventh disciple of Tianyang Peak, on the order of the master of the sect, I will meet the lord of the Northern Xinjiang Pavilion, this is the sword sticker that the master ordered me to send, please take a look!"

Xiao Tian's face was indifferent, and he stepped forward and bowed to the purple-robed man.

"Senior nephew Xiao, excuse me!" Fenghua glanced approvingly, nodded with satisfaction, and pondered for a while in his heart, this son, act steadily, do not be shocked by humiliation, and are not messy in the face of coercion, there is Zhang Zhangfa, the Seven Peaks Sword Sect is really lucky, and he has accepted such a good apprentice!

Fenghua raised his right hand, in the void, the aura above the hall fluctuated, and an icy cold air hit the sword sticker, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the sword sticker flew into Fenghua's hand.

(End of chapter)