The peaks of Qingyun Mountain are scattered, high and low, the peaks are towering and green, and the peaks are pulled out in the green. The summit of the main peak is an extremely wide platform, as if someone has cut off the tip of the mountain, flat and spacious.

The main peak platform is surrounded by towering palaces, the gold-roofed red tiles are reflected in the bright sun, flashing brilliant brilliance, in the mist and clouds that are as thin as light yarns, it seems to be a fairy building, which makes people yearn for but awe.

In particular, the main hall that towers into the clouds, is built on the stone chamber of layers, the civil structure on it is broad and majestic, the main body is wide and narrow, and it is higher and steeper, steeper and higher, the temple is like a tower, goes deep into the sky, is surrounded by white clouds, does not see the whole picture, is mysterious in the tower, makes people worship.

Gu Jun carried Zhao Ting and slowly walked to the platform at the top of the mountain, and was frightened into a cold sweat by the construction of this Sword Sect Ancestral Court. What kind of manpower and material resources do you have to build such a building on top of this cliff? I am afraid that even the hard labor is at least at the virtual level, so it is possible to build such a majestic building complex like the palace of the gods? It is worthy of being the first major sect in the Qingzhou Kingdom, with disciples all over the country, countless skilled craftsmen, and all of them are willing to dedicate themselves to the sect, so it is possible to build such an ancestral court, right? What kind of terrifying sect cohesion must this be? It is no wonder that the emperor does not eat and sleep well, and how can he live in peace with the majestic and magnificent sword ancestral court on Qingyun Mountain behind the dormitory every day?

In addition to being shocked, Gu Jun did not forget to examine the situation of the people on the entire platform.

Zhao Feng stood with his hands in his hands, and his lazy face could not hide his shock at the construction of the Sword Sect's ancestral courtyard like him, but a layer of dark clouds seemed to float between his eyebrows, drowning out his uninhibited past.

Except for Zhao Feng. Before he reached the top of the mountain, there was Zhao Zhu, the fat and oily prince of Lu, and Zhao Song, the prince of Ji, who was as feminine as a woman. When they saw "Zhao Xu" carrying Zhao Ting slowly, they were stunned at first. was shocked again, but then they all turned their faces away with displeasure, as if they didn't want to be with them.

There were still some young people on the top of the mountain that Gu Jun had never seen before, and when he saw the look of amazement on the faces of those young people, he knew that they were all new disciples like himself. Some of these disciples had ruddy faces, solid muscles, and unpretentious strength, as if they were not from the world, but like ordinary people, and some of them had faces like crowns of jade. The look is arrogant, as if he has a full stomach for money, like the son of a scholarly minister, and some have a calm complexion, resolute eyes, and a look of contempt, as if he has a martial arts master, quite the style of a military general.

Gu Jun secretly praised the Sword Sect for its wide court, and accepted disciples regardless of their background. No wonder it will become the largest sect in the Qingzhou Kingdom.

On the platform on this mountaintop, in addition to the people with reverence and amazement on their faces, they were the Sword Sect disciples with faces as calm as water.

These apostles didn't seem to be able to lift their spirits for their new apostles, and their faces were cold and frozen. When his eyes swept over them, there was a hint of ridicule and disdain.

But Gu Jun clearly felt that Zhao Ting on his shoulder made the eyes of these disciples look at him with more surprise and ridicule. Just when Gu Jun was a little puzzled. But his ears were extraordinary, and he heard the conversation between Li Yunzhi and Wang Dun clearly.

Gu Jun's heart was awe-inspiring, and he immediately controlled his face. Don't let yourself have too many expressions, just tug the corners of your mouth and keep smiling. The sharp light in his eyes was all gone, and his nostrils widened. Inhale and exhale vigorously, making your breathing very uneven.

No one suspected that this prince of Qi "Zhao Xu" was hiding his strength, because the person who could quickly climb to the top of the mountain with a big man was already very strong, and they seemed to be subconsciously unwilling to believe that a new disciple would be stronger than their old disciple. Wang Dun and Li Yunzhi didn't notice that Gu Jun's ears were extremely sensitive at all, they thought that their martial arts were profound, and no one dared to eavesdrop on the conversations between them, and no one could hear them clearly.

Regarding Zhao Ting's serious injury, the sect disciples and sect elders of the Sword Sect did not show the slightest concern, in their opinion, Zhao Ting was resisted to the top of the mountain, and being able to be included in the inner room was already reluctantly based on his identity as the son of the world, and it would be hypocritical to care too much.

The sun gradually turned west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the palace on the top of the hill with dazzling golden light, reflecting everyone's face with golden brilliance, quite a bit of treasure and solemnity.

Many of the new apostles ran up to the top of the mountain out of breath and then lay down to rest, they no longer cared about their image as young talents, they had already done their best to climb to the top of the mountain before sunset, and if they did not let themselves breathe evenly, they would pass out the next moment.

After not seeing Zhao Xiyue's figure for a long time, Gu Jun couldn't help but be a little anxious, his eyes looked at the intersection here from time to time, but what he saw was not her slender figure.

Zhao Ting was much more anxious than Gu Jun, his whole body was broken, he could keep stretching his neck and looking at the intersection, his eyes were undisguised anxious expectation, as if he was going to pick out his eyeballs, get out, and follow the road up the mountain to see where Zhao Xiyue went......

A graceful figure emerged from the intersection, making everyone's eyes shine, and their faces all showed a bit of amazement, and the person who forgot to close his chin did not forget to drool......

Princess Danli climbed to the platform at the top of the mountain in sweat, the broken hair on her forehead was already sweaty, sticking to her forehead and sideburns, outlining her exquisite face, reflecting the bright red of the sunset and the golden glow of the palace, like a goddess statue worshiped by incense, vividly displayed in front of people, making people feel that beauty is not real.

Seeing that "Zhao Su" was fixed on herself, Princess Danli smiled with satisfaction, waved her hand and greeted him, the enthusiasm was as strong as the sunset, the crimson intoxicating spirit was warm, so that the other men were instantly jealous of "Zhao Su".

But "Zhao Xu" is actually not looking at Princess Danli, but the pale, exhausted, gritted teeth, and persevering Zhao Xiyue behind her.

Although her figure was completely blocked by Zhao Danli in his line of sight, he could sense her coming, and he could feel that her body was exhausted and would faint at any time.

"Why are you still stunned there? Why don't you come and help someone?" Princess Danli was angry at Gu Jun, but there was a lot of tenderness in her eyes, and anyone who saw it knew that she was coquettish, not angry.

Gu Jun felt the jealous gazes cast from all directions, and felt that his face was peeled off a layer of skin by the sharp gazes of these males, making his face blush and oozing blood.

He straightened his clothes and walked over with pretended to be calm, knowing that Princess Danli was showing her identity - not only as a princess, but also as a "quasi-concubine".

Gu Jun's face was flushed and he walked to Princess Danli's side, stretched out his arm to help Princess Danli, but his eyes fell on Zhao Xiyue's pale and weak face behind her, seeing that she was covered in dust, and there was some blood oozing from the knee on the skirt, which seemed to be caused by falling on the road several times and hurting the flesh and skin. He knew that this support was intended to provoke Princess Danli to doubt his "sincerity" to her. As the saying goes, if he can't bear it, he will make a big plan, if he, a love liar, is incompetent, he will become the ghost of the knife at the mouth of the Qingdu vegetable market.

"Xiyue, hold on. As long as you reach the top of this Qingyun Mountain, I will silently protect you. (To be continued......)