Xuancheng, the true core of Qingxuanzong, is also the "holy place" that countless disciples of Qingxuanzong look up to.

From a distance, Xuancheng looks like an island suspended in mid-air, but in fact, when Feng Yi really set foot on Xuancheng under the leadership of Zhao Pianran, he found that it was not so much an island as a mountain cut off by his waist. One side of the mountain has a gentle slope, the other side is vertical, and occasionally there are some strange large flying beasts flying around the cliff, fairy birds flying, strange stones are abrupt, showing the style of the big faction.

And what surprised Feng Wei even more was that the concentration of vitality in Qingcheng was high enough, but it was still not at the same level as this Xuancheng, and when he looked up, there was a faint layer of white mist hovering over the entire Xuancheng, which was entangled between the mountains and forests. Obviously, this layer of white mist is the atomization manifestation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi after it has been enriched to a certain extent.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a well-hewn stone staircase, and the two of them walked up the stone staircase.

It's rare to have a chance to be alone with Zhao Pianran, Feng Wei naturally wants to take the opportunity to deepen their understanding of each other and pull in some relationships, but he is not a person who is good at words, and he has no experience in talking to girls, every time he wants to say something, but he doesn't know how to speak. Fortunately, Zhao Pianran is a more cheerful girl, and occasionally takes the initiative to say a few words, so that the atmosphere between the two is not too embarrassing.

"Uh, that, Senior Sister Zhao, can I ask you a question?" After holding back for a long time, Feng Yi finally couldn't help but take the initiative to speak once.

"Ask!" Zhao Pianran said casually.

"Uh, this, you, that, I mean, you, do you have someone you like?"

In a simple sentence, Feng Wei made a few detours to make it clear, that twisted and embarrassed appearance, if someone familiar with him saw it, he would definitely lose a mouthful of big teeth. has always been ruthless, when will the resolute Feng Rebellion have such a little daughter posture? This is simply a boat capsized in the ditch, incredible!

"Someone you like?"

Hearing Feng Wei's words, Zhao Pianran was slightly stunned, and a figure naturally appeared in his mind, a heroic figure wearing purple gold armor and a skull mask. It was the first mysterious man in her life who made her feel strange, although the other party didn't even let her see what he looked like, but he planted an invisible "thorn" in her heart. Unfortunately, since that brief "encounter", the convenience has not been seen again......

"Senior Sister Zhao, you?"

Seeing that Zhao Pianran was suddenly silent, a trace of doubt flashed in Feng Yi's eyes.

"Oh no, no ......"

Zhao Pianran reacted, and subconsciously shook his head again and again: "No, I don't have anyone I like!"

At this time, if Feng Yi was a person who was experienced in love or had a keen sense of smell in terms of feelings, he would definitely guess something from Zhao Pianran's reaction and answer in an instant. However, it is unfortunate that Feng Wei is completely a rookie junior brother, and he directly believed Zhao Pianran's answer. The originally apprehensive mood instantly became as brilliant as a mountain flower.

"By the way, what are you asking for?" At this time, Zhao Pianran glanced at Feng Yi strangely.

"It's nothing, just ask!" Feng Yi smiled slightly, his expression full of pleasure.

"Oh!" Seeing this, Zhao Pianran nodded and didn't ask any more.

I have to say that Zhao Pianran is also dull enough, normally speaking, a man asks a woman, or a woman asks a man, whether the other party has someone he likes, this potential meaning must be interesting to the other party, but this Zhao Pianran didn't hear it. Of course, it is not excluded that she has actually guessed the meaning of the rebellion, but she deliberately used this obscure way to refuse the rebellion, not wanting to embarrass both parties.

But whether it is the former or the latter, in short, for now, Zhao Pianran should have no love for Feng Rebellion, otherwise, if she has a little feeling for Feng Rebellion, when the two get along alone, she will not be able to behave so plainly and naturally.

In this way, after walking along the stone staircase for about a stick of incense, the two came to a flat open field on the mountainside, with a radius of hundreds of meters, deep in the green flowers and vegetation, and several atmospheric buildings were built against the mountain.

On the side of the building, a middle-aged man in his forties was sitting at the end of a strange one-person tall fruit tree at the stone table, sipping a cup of tea.

This person has phoenix eyes flying obliquely, long eyebrows into the temples, a high forehead and a straight nose, a face like a crown of jade, long black hair tied in a neat bun, and an ebony hairpin inserted into it. However, there are slight fine lines on the corners of this person's eyes, showing a bit of vicissitudes. The dark robe is not stained with dust, sitting there, the expression is leisurely and gentle, and its carefree posture is like an immortal.

With such a peerless demeanor, it can only be Qingxuan Sect Sect advocate Qingyuan himself, and it will only be him.

Walking closer, Zhao Pianran looked solemn and owed: "Sect Master......"

"Hmm!"

Zhang Qingyuan waved his hand lightly and showed a smile at her: "Pianran, you go down first!"

"Yes, Sect Master!" Zhao Pianran glanced at Feng Yi beside him and turned to leave.

Picking up the tea on the stone table and taking a sip, Zhang Qingyuan then turned his gaze to Feng Yi and said, "Good morning!"

"Huh?"

Feng Yi looked stunned.

The three words "good morning", I don't know how many people use to greet them, it is too prosaic. And Zhang Qingyuan's attitude of greeting is like a familiar neighbor, and close friends meet naturally, naturally and cordially.

Feng Yi also thought about meeting Zhang Qingyuan when he came, and imagined various scenes. But all the expectations turned into ashes in Zhang Qingyuan's simple three words.

In the end, Feng Wei still replied honestly: "Good morning, sect master!"

The golden light of the rising sun, the morning dew on the leaves and grass tips, and the refreshing and clean breath unique to the early morning make this ordinary conversation just right in time.

Zhang Qingyuan looked at Feng Yi with approval: "It's rare to be able to comprehend the artistic conception at this age, presumably you should also know the purpose of my summoning you, right?"

"The disciple probably knows!" Feng Wei nodded.

On the way here, he got a message from Zhao Pianran's mouth that ten days ago, Han Fei was summoned by the sect master and the two inner sect elders, and directly bypassed the process of elite disciples, and was accepted as a true disciple by Mo Hanshan, one of the two inner sect elders. There is no doubt that the reason why Han Fei received such treatment was naturally because his superb martial arts talent attracted the attention of the upper echelons, and so on, why was he summoned by Zhang Qingyuan, who had also shown super martial arts talent, and the reason for this is needless to say.

"Hehe, with your qualifications, you can be the same as Han Fei and become the true disciple of my Qingxuan Sect, but before that, I have a question for you to verify!" As the contemporary leader of the Qingxuan Sect and the powerhouse of the peak of the Ling Desperate Realm, Zhang Qingyuan simply has no shelf. When talking to Feng Rebellion, although he sat quietly and did not move, he was in a posture of complete equality with Feng Rebellion. This kind of equality is not Zhang Qingyuan's pretense of humility, but his own cultivation has reached a level, and there is no difference between an emperor or a beggar in his eyes.

But no matter how modest Zhang Qingyuan's attitude is, after all, his identity is there, and he will not be too casual, and he arched his hand and said, "Sect Master, please speak!"

"I've seen your entry to the sect, it records that you were a loose cultivator before you entered my Qingxuan Sect?" Zhang Qingyuan looked at Feng Yi lightly, although his eyes were indifferent, but he flashed with a kind of wisdom that understood everything.

Under the gaze of this gaze, Feng Shun felt as if he had been stripped naked, all secrets were hidden, and even his soul had been seen through. But Rao is like this, and the rebellious eyebrows still maintain a calm and calm atmosphere, and nodded: "Yes!"

Seeing this situation, a trace of imperceptible approval flashed in Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, no young martial artist had ever been able to behave so calmly under his forced gaze, with a bright moon, condensed like a mountain, and coarse clothes and shoes could not hide his transcendent appearance. What is commendable is that he has not even changed the frequency of breathing, he is calm and calm, his breath is not chaotic, this city and calm, few people in the younger generation can match.

Zhang Qingyuan has read countless people, but he is inevitably moved by the style of rebellion. However, the better Feng Wei performs, the more Zhang Qingyuan can't tolerate such a person's problems. No matter how scheming a mediocre talent is, he can't pose much of a threat, but a genius who harbors evil intentions is enough to ruin the thousand-year-old foundation of Qingxuanzong, so in terms of knowing people, Zhang Qingyuan will definitely not be the slightest sloppy.

"A casual martial artist can actually be promoted from the grandmaster level to the transcendent late stage realm in just over half a year, and he has also comprehended that ordinary martial artists can hardly achieve fist intent in his life, do you think I will be satisfied with this answer?" As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly froze. Zhang Qingyuan didn't exert any power, but his indifferent questioning was more terrifying than any outrageous words. No matter how Zhang Qingyuan treats people equally, it doesn't mean that he is a good talker. Killing and sealing rebellion is only between the backpalms.

Once Feng Wei's answer is not satisfactory to him, it may lead to a doomous outcome at any time.

However, in the face of Zhang Qingyuan's faintly murderous gaze, Feng Rebellious's expression was still unmoved, let alone showing the slightest look of fear, and even stared directly at Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "No matter whether the sect master is dissatisfied with my answer, I am indeed a loose cultivator, because, there is no one in this world who is related to me by blood, and my strength is also completely obtained through my own efforts and chances, if the sect master does not want to believe it, he can directly expel me from Qingxuan Sect!"