"Please show the jade card for customs clearance and report to your sect." One of the guards said.

The heaven-level martial artist took a step forward, handed over the jade card for customs clearance, and said loudly, "Xuancang Sect." ”

As soon as the two guards heard that it was the Xuancang Sect, a smile immediately appeared on their faces, showing an extremely respectful look.

"It turned out to be the seniors of the Xuancang faction, and the juniors were disrespectful just now, please forgive the three seniors." Another guard said respectfully.

After speaking, the guard carefully threw the jade plaque into the misty air, and a groove the same size as the jade plaque immediately appeared in the air, and after the jade plaque entered the groove, the mist immediately dissipated.

In a moment, a rugged mountain road appeared ahead, with a cliff on one side and a cliff valley on the other, allowing only one person to pass through.

The heaven-level martial artist flicked his long sleeves, did not answer, took a step forward, and walked up with two Xuancang Sect disciples.

After the three of them left, the mountain road disappeared, and the sky returned to its foggy appearance, and there was no way to find it.

Fang Wenqing hurriedly took a step forward, handed over the jade plate, and said, "Broken Spring Hall." ”

As soon as they heard about Broken Spring Hall, the two guards immediately regained their grim expressions and didn't say a word.

One of the guards took the jade plaque and threw it into the air, and after the jade plaque entered the groove, the same mountain path appeared in front of him.

Fang Wenqing saw the mountain road appear, and hurriedly stepped up and walked on this mountain road that only allowed one person.

He thought: This Broken Spring Hall is really too bad, and even the guards of the quicksand gate don't even take a look.

From time to time, he touched one side of the cliff and glanced down at the other.

The weather here is sunny and foggy outside, which is a world of difference.

Occasionally, a few green trees will appear on the cliff face, and some will have a few small flowers, which are colorful, and a few bees will buzz and fly in the face.

In the distance of the cliff is a green field, and occasionally a few large birds fly by, and there are bursts of birdsong that resound throughout the cliff.

It's so peaceful, no one is disturbed, and there is no quarrel with the world. Fang Wenqing thought to himself, how good it would be for him to have such a place to cultivate in the future.

He was indulging in this tranquil and ethereal nature when a voice suddenly interrupted him:

"Stop, you deserve to be unlucky, because you saw something you shouldn't see, the Yang Sect Master specially instructed me to wait, as soon as I entered the quicksand gate, I will kill you, because only the dead don't talk nonsense."

Fang Wenqing fixed his eyes and saw that it was the three disciples of the Xuancang Sect just now, and it was the heaven-level martial artist who spoke, standing behind the two earth-level martial artists and the Xuan-level martial artists, white-clothed, tall and burly, around fifty years old, standing on this mountain road, looking like a master outside the world.

The Xuan-level martial artist at the front drew a soft sword from his waist, and under the reflection of the sun, it emitted a dazzling light.

As soon as the heaven-level martial artist's voice fell, the Xuan-level martial artist held the soft sword and stabbed at Fang Wenqing with a murderous aura.

The corners of Fang Wenqing's mouth showed a trace of disdain, and he punched out the --- Tai Chi Shadowless Fist, like an iron hammer, bringing up a stream of autumn wind, attacking the Xuan-level martial artist.

Only heard a few crisp sounds of "bang", the soft sword was knocked away by the fist, and when the Xuan-level martial artist was frightened, Fang Wenqing punched out again, knocking the Xuan-level martial artist into the cliff, only a howl was heard, and soon it gradually drifted away and disappeared.

When the ground-level martial artist saw that his fellow disciple was driven into the cliff, he suddenly became angry, and he used his internal qi to punch out the same punch and hit Fang Wenqing.

Fist? He Fang Wenqing is really not afraid, after several battles, Tai Chi Shadowless Fist has already begun to enter the path, compared to before, it is just a fitness and strengthening body, I don't know how many times more powerful.

At the same time, he is also lamenting that no matter how good the exercises and magic weapons are, there is no actual combat tempering, they are just decorations.

Thinking of this, he thought of the knife again, and this knife was now like being reborn, and after several battles, it became sharper and sharper, and more and more comfortable.

Seeing that the opponent's fist was about to be killed, Fang Wenqing's right fist was clenched, and a punch was punched, with a few crisp sounds, the fist of the ground-level martial artist was already powdered, Fang Wenqing didn't care to listen to his screams, his fist continued to hit the ground-level martial artist, and with a "whoosh", the ground-level martial artist's body flew out and fell into the cliff.

The heaven-level martial artist snorted and said in a cold voice: "The disciples of my Xuancang Sect are not killed casually, the old man is here to assure you that after you die, all your relatives will follow you, and I guarantee that you will not be alone." ”

"Old horseman, it's a pity that you don't have that opportunity, and after you die, the entire Xuancang Sect will bury you with you."

As soon as Fang Wenqing heard the threatening words, he immediately remembered Liu Jia, and immediately became angry, and a small knife had already appeared in his hand.

"Hmph, what are you, don't think that if you can kill a Xuan-level and earth-level martial artist, you will be invincible in the world. Now the old man will let you see the methods of the lower heaven-level masters. ”

After the heaven-level martial artist finished speaking, a long sword appeared in his hand, and a sword stabbed out, and the sharp sword light completely shrouded Fang Wenqing.

Fang Wenqing clenched the knife in his right hand, used his true qi, and slashed at the weak point of the sword, and most of the sword disappeared.

I only heard the sound of "clanging" in the air, and after a few crisp sounds, the sword had become two.

Without waiting for the heaven-level martial artist to react, a white sword shadow flashed.

In a moment, blood spurted out from the neck of a heaven-level martial artist, and a little bit of blood splashed onto a few small yellow flowers on the cliff, which looked so poignant under the sunlight.

The heaven-level martial artist couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, so short, so fast, he covered his neck with both hands, and made a "woo woo" sound in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

Slowly, he fell to his knees with endless reluctance and horror on his face.

"Heaven-level martial artists are nothing more than that." Fang Wenqing said, his tone full of endless disdain and sarcasm.

After hearing Fang Wenqing's words, the heaven-level martial artist's face showed anger, Fang Wenqing walked up to him, didn't look at it, lifted his foot, and kicked into the cliff.

For anyone who wants to kill himself and his relatives, he doesn't mind killing it, thinking of Liu Jia, there will be an inexplicable killing intent in his heart: Quicksand Gate, it must be destroyed!

Along the mountain road of the cliff, he kept walking, and after walking for a few miles, he came to a small cave, the entrance of the cave only allowed one person to pass, Fang Wenqing didn't think much about it, and walked in.

The further you go inside, the wider it becomes, and there are several torches in the depths of the cave, illuminating the entire cave passage.

He touched the walls of the cave and found that it was damp and there were droplets of water in some places, so he continued walking.

Not far away, he found a spring pond in one part of the cave, the spring was small, bubbling with water, and from time to time it made a "knock" sound.

Suddenly, there was a sobbing sound from the other side of the spring pool, intermittently, Fang Wenqing was startled, slowly turned to the other side of the spring pool, and saw two figures in the distance.

When he looked closer, he found two people: a man and a woman, thirteen or fourteen years old, both of them were dressed in very rough clothes, all dressed in sackcloth, and tied a rope woven from the bark around their waists.

It was a young girl sobbing who was sitting on the ground with her back against a stone, and a teenager lying in her arms.

The girl may have been too focused on sobbing, but she didn't notice Fang Wenqing's arrival at all, and when she saw Fang Wenqing standing in front of them, her face showed a frightened expression, her whole body trembled, and she forgot to sobbing for a while.