In the past few days, Bluestone Town has ushered in its peak moment since its construction. With the continuous arrival of monks, countless tents were set up with Bluestone Town as the center. These tents cover more than 10 times the size of Bluestone.

With such a large number of people coming together, it is inevitable that some friction of one kind or another will occur. Fortunately, some powerful sects took the initiative to send people to form security patrols to maintain order in the entire gathering place, which controlled all kinds of incidents within a certain range.

It's just that the days of waiting are the most disturbing after all, just when most of the monks are full of complaints, a black dot gradually grows larger in the distant sky, flying in the direction of the Black Magic Mountain.

When I got closer, I realized that the black spot was actually a huge mountain rock. On the rocks, there are faint figures flickering.

High in the sky, a slender young man stood upright on the edge of the boulder, dressed in white fluttering in the wind, setting off it even more dusty. A long black hair was tightly tied up by a blue head rope, and the dancing strands of hair slapped on the handsome and almost bewildering face, making people look like a fairy.

Behind him, dozens of young figures sat cross-legged. When these figures looked at the young man, their eyes were full of awe.

There is no other reason, just because this young man is a proud disciple of the Hanging Sect Master, only nineteen years old, but his cultivation has reached the cloud with the wind in the late stage of refining the marrow.

His name is not in the ranking of young talents in the two sects and four places, and it is because he has left those people far behind. He is the protagonist of the younger generation in this era, this world, and no one, the existence of all people will become his foil.

Although he has never fought with several delicate sons of the two sects and four places, with his terrifying talent and superb cultivation, he is already the uncrowned king of the younger generation in this era. Anyone would be overshadowed in front of him.

The boulder roared through the air.

If there were a master here, they would have exclaimed. Because the boulder under the feet of the young man is actually one of the treasures of the legendary hanging gate, the flying stone.

Although this flying stone is only a royal weapon, not a holy weapon, it is a vital flying tool in the hanging door, and the operation is quite simple, and it only needs to be constantly replenished.

It is rumored that this flying stone is a meteorite above the Nine Heavens, which was obtained by the elders of the Hanging Gate after the fall, and after careful crafting, it was made into a rare flying treasure.

On this trip to the Black Magic Mountain, the Hanging Gate actually took out all this secret treasure, and the wealth of the Hanging Gate can be seen.

"Senior Brother Yun!"

A young and beautiful female disciple came behind Yun Suifeng, and the admiration hidden in the depths of her eyes flashed.

Yun Suifeng frowned, and his handsome face looked quite impatient. Without looking back, he asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay......!" The woman was flustered for a while, but after a while, she mustered up her courage, looked at the back of Yun Suifeng, and said word by word: "This trip to the Black Magic Mountain will definitely encounter danger, I hope that the senior brother will be more careful!"

Yun Suifeng's brows furrowed even more, he turned his face slightly, and said coldly: "Don't bother with Senior Sister, you better do your own thing!"

The woman listened to his words, her expression froze, and tears flickered faintly in her eyes. It's just that she smiled reluctantly and said to Yun Suifeng: "Senior Brother Xie is worried! I will definitely work hard to cultivate and follow in your footsteps!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked silently towards the crowd.

"I don't know what to say!" the cloud followed the wind's indifferent voice to the woman's ears. Her delicate body trembled, bit her lip, and silently returned to her place, and the tears finally couldn't help rolling down.

The disciples around him looked at him, some with sympathy, some with sarcasm, and some with indifferent expressions.

The woman's name is Xie Xiaoxun, and she is an ordinary inner disciple in the sect. She likes the matter of clouds and the wind, and the disciples in the sect have long known about it, but she is as arrogant as the clouds and the wind, how can she pretend to be a color to such an ordinary woman?

But this Xie Xiaoxun didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he didn't care about Yun Suifeng's cold words at all, and often paid attention to Yun Suifeng silently in addition to cultivation.

After a long time, some disciples sympathized with her and advised her not to be so persistent. Some disciples sneered at her, saying that she didn't know how high the sky was. There are also people who are indifferent to this matter.

And at this scene, many disciples on the boulder were no longer surprised.

The boulder was still moving rapidly, and everyone saw the Black Magic Mountain getting closer and closer.

"Look! what's that?" exclaimed, suddenly, pointing to a boulder whizzing in the sky.

"Oh my God! It's like a rock! Is it a meteorite?"

"It's not like a meteorite, it seems to be flying towards here!"

More and more people saw the stones whizzing in the sky, gathered in twos and threes, and talked about the sky.

"Aren't my eyes flowered, are there, there's someone on the stone!" said a monk in the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm.

"You must be dazzled! how can anyone ...... on the stone," the man's companion laughed disapprovingly, but when he looked up at the boulder, he couldn't close his mouth in shock.

"There really is someone!" the man exclaimed, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

"What kind of means is this, to make such a big stone fly in the sky!" said one of the monks, with a glazed gaze.

"Why do I feel that this stone looks familiar?" said a gray-haired monk, stroking his beard.

Suddenly, he was shocked, and he lost his voice: "I remember! This is the Flying Stone!"

When the nearby monks heard this, they all looked at him, frowned and thought for a moment, but they couldn't think of any mystery about this flying stone, so they hugged their fists to the old man and said, "The predecessors know the origin of this huge stone?"

The old man calmed down, looked at the boulder that was getting closer and closer, and said slowly: "The old man knows a little!"

When the monks heard this, their expressions were shocked, and they clenched their fists and asked humbly: "I hope that the seniors will tell me one or two!"

"This flying stone is a thing that hangs the door, but it is a king-level magic weapon!" the old man said with a serious expression.

"Hanging Door!

"Hiss~"

After hearing the old man's words, everyone looked at the boulder in the sky in shock.

"Look, it's starting to land!" someone called out, pointing to the sky.

In fact, there is no need for him to say, now everyone on the ground is looking up at the movement of the boulder.

The boulder is falling faster and faster, and the projection is getting bigger and bigger in the eyes of everyone. When the boulder was a hundred feet above the ground, the monks below only felt that the whole sky had darkened. At the same time, a strong wind raged on the ground, blowing up a lot of makeshift tents around Bluestone Town. But at this time, no one spoke, and they were all shocked by the scene in front of them.

"Boom!" someone in the crowd swallowed.

At this time, everyone had already seen the clouds standing on the edge of the boulder, dressed in white.

"Is it really him?"

In an inn in Bluestone Town, Ji Huichun looked indifferently at the clouds on the boulder with the wind. It's just that his fists have been clenched tightly, and a fighting intent is brewing in his body.

It's not just the season of rejuvenation. Wei Xiangshu, Zheng San cried, and Liu Ruyan all stood where they could see the boulder, staring closely at the figure on the boulder, full of fighting spirit.

They are also the leaders of the younger generation, and they naturally have their own pride, and they are unwilling to become a foil. It's just that the figure on the boulder has become a big mountain in front of them, and if they want to shine their own light, they can only step on this single mountain under their feet.

However, they knew that there was still a big gap between them and the other party, so while brewing their fighting intentions, they also felt a heavy pressure.

At the window of Mingxiang Building, there are three figures.

"My monk, it should be like this!" Liu Meng stared at the figure on the boulder, his eyes shining.

Chi Yue turned his head to look at Liu Meng, and a strange color flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"I don't like this person!" Liu Congshan, who was standing next to the two, pouted and said with displeasure.

"Eh!" Liu Meng and Chi Yue were both stunned, looking at Liu Congshan with stunned expressions.

"Why don't you like him? You know, he's the best person in today's younger generation!" Liu Meng said with a smile as he looked at his younger sister.

"So what! I like him or not, it has nothing to do with cultivation! He gives me the feeling that he is annoying!" Liu Congshan pursed her lips, stopped watching in front of the window, turned around and returned to the table, and took a big sip of tea.

Chi Yue and Liu Meng looked at each other and smiled, and they both shook their heads helplessly, not knowing what was going on with this little girl today.

At this time, the boulder in the sky was slowly falling towards the ground, and as it got closer and closer to the ground, everyone was surprised to find that the boulder was getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time it was ten feet above the ground, it had shrunk to one-tenth of its original size. And at this moment, all the disciples of the hanging door on the stone had already stood up and stood behind Yun Suifeng. This adds a bit of momentum to him.

The boulder continues to fall, and it continues to get smaller. By the time it fell to the ground, it was only about ten feet in radius.

After all the disciples had left the stone, Yun followed the wind and waved his robe, and the stone flew towards him with a brush, and disappeared into his cuffs in the blink of an eye.

"Sleeve up!"

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and a huge wave was set off in their hearts.

But all the monks who have cultivated to the top of their sleeves are all cultivators who have cultivated to the heavens. Generally speaking, only when you reach the Qi Refining Realm can you use this kind of magical power. But this cloud with the wind is only in the late stage of refining the marrow, and it can show the best in its sleeves, how can it not shock everyone!