For the first time in his life, Xiao Yu stepped on the main peak of the Dao Sect, known as the first peak in the world.

There is a vast white jade square with a radius of thousands of zhang floating on the blue waves, and then there is a majestic Taoist hall that occupies half of the square.

Xiao Yu slowly stepped onto the crystal arch bridge connected to the white jade square, and walked to the highest point of the arch bridge before stopping.

Stopping and looking, the Taoist people on the white jade square were in full view.

Xiao Yu smiled, and everyone in the Taoist Sect laughed.

A moment later, Qiu Ye took Murong and Lin Yinping to the top of the mountain, but Lu Xinlian did not follow.

Everyone in the Taoist Sect saluted and said, "See the first disciple, fellow Daoists, you are polite." ”

Xiao Yu, Murong, and Lin Yinping returned the salute, and the autumn leaves returned the salute.

After the ceremony, there were already Taoist disciples who helped the hundred Zhike Taoists away, and Zhang Tianming personally helped the dust leaf up.

Dust Ye, who was beaten by Xiao Yu and forced to return to his senses, looked sluggish at this time, and was suppressed by Zhang Tianming with a silver needle on the heavenly spirit, barely stopping the shock of Dust Ye's soul, so as not to hurt the soul, after the water dust Dao people fed Dust Ye a pale white pill, Dust Ye's original pale face began to improve, but it was also a real loss of soul, and his vitality was greatly damaged.

What a frost warrior. If Xiao stepped into the heavens, what kind of situation would it be?

At this moment, the Dao Sect people had to re-examine the Dao Sect upstart in front of them.

Xiao Yu looked at the dust leaves and frowned, the Taoist Sect's out-of-body fugue is naturally wonderful, but Xiao Yu is both the head of the Buddha and the demon in exercising his physique, and he has lost the Weiyang Sword Sutra, and the strength of his physique is far greater than that of his soul. Once the body dies, it can't die anymore, and it can be regarded as a gain and a loss.

When Xiao Yu came, he asked Qiu Ye with a smile if he wanted to bring some gifts, and Qiu Ye said with a smile that he had always been given things by his master, and he had not seen anything that others could look at. If it is not good, it is better not to send it, and Xiao Yu, who is poor and white, has no choice but to give up.

The bitter cold in the northwest, Xiao Yu is already stretched thin to raise an army of 300,000, and as for the heavenly and earthly treasures that people in the cultivation world love, there is no one, but he has a book of Heavenly Demon Strategy and Great Joy Zen in his hand, but thinking that this is the item left by the real person in charge of the Bodhisattva's residence back then, or the thing that Autumn Leaf gave him when he opened the Bodhisattva's residence, he can't take it.

I haven't been to the Eastern Capital, I don't know what power is, I haven't been to Dutianfeng, I don't know what it means to be rich.

Although the Dao Sect is divided into two points, the wealth accumulated at the peak of a thousand years ago has not been less than half a cent, just look at the white jade paving on the peak of the Dao Sect, and the crystal is the bridge, which can be seen.

Xiao Yu suddenly stopped his chaotic thoughts, and raised his head as if he was aware of it, just matching a pair of Danfeng eyes.

In terms of appearance, Chen Huanzhi can be called a man with long eyebrows and sideburns, and his face is like a crown of jade, which is naturally much stronger than Xiao Yu's elegant appearance. But in terms of bearing, maybe he has stayed in a private place like the Demon Suppression Hall for a long time, and it is inevitable that he will be contaminated with a bit of femininity. And Xiao Yu has been trapped in the eastern capital for 20 years, and he is naturally gloomy, but after another year of killing and conquest in the northwest, he is now in charge of the northwest for the first time, Xiao Yu has basically worn out most of the gloomy energy, and his majesty is growing.

Power is the best dress-up, no matter how inconspicuous or even ugly a man is in appearance, the power at the peak is enough to make the most mediocre man shine the brightest. This is the same root and origin as the reader who has poetry and books in his belly.

If it was Xiao Yu a year ago, he might be like a great enemy, but now Xiao Yu just smiled lightly and walked towards Chen Huanzhi without care.

As Xiao Yu approached, Chen Huanzhi felt that the pressure around him began to increase, and every step Xiao Yu took seemed to be stepping on his heart, his face turned slightly pale, and the seven-star sword behind him began to tremble slightly.

When Xiao Yu was still three steps away from Chen Huanzhi, he stood still and said softly: "I haven't asked for advice yet, who is Your Excellency?"

The pressure on Chen Huanzhi reached its peak the moment Xiao Yu spoke.

It was not until this moment that Chen Huanzhi felt the majestic arrogance on Xiao Yu's body, almost domineering.

Chen Huanzhi couldn't hide the shock in his heart, this kind of arrogance, he could only feel it in a few tens of thousands of enemy martial arts cultivators who crawled out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain on the battlefield, although Xiao Yu was the head of many people, how could he have this kind of martial arts cultivation that could not be tricked step by step?

Of course, this is not martial arts, but sword intent.

One year to lead the army to fight, raise a sword and the sword intent of the princes.

The sword intent of the second of the three swords, the sword of the princes.

The sword of the princes is originally a sword on the battlefield, which is naturally quite similar to the artistic conception of martial arts, and even a little overbearing.

Xiao Yu had never drawn his sword, and his sword intent was already overflowing.

Since going up the mountain, whether it is the welcome of the Taoist people or Xiao Yu's return of gifts, Qiu Ye, who has been indifferent, suddenly said to Murong on the side: "It seems that Xiao Yu and Xu Lin have gained a lot after the battle, and now, Qiu Yue may not be Xiao Yu's opponent." ”

Murong snorted lightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the fact that the first disciple of the Qiuye Yan Buddhism Sect was not as good as Xiao Yu, a secular disciple of the Taoist Sect, but he still spoke: "After all, Xiao Yu has entered the realm of heaven and man three times, and he has never lost the understanding that the realm of heaven and man should have. If the autumn moon enters the heavens, the number of wins and losses is five or five, if it is not into the heavens, the number of wins and losses is ninety-one, Xiao Yu is nine, and the autumn moon is one. ”

Autumn leaves sighed softly: "One ride is too boring, and two rides are just a little interesting." ”

After Murong glanced at Qiu Ye without the dignified demeanor he usually had, he stood with Lin Yinping, who was snickering on the side, and Qiu Ye was the only one standing in place and laughing dumbly.

Xiao Yu knew in his heart that since he went up the mountain, Qiu Ye's inaction was a kind of acquiescence, acquiescing that he could let go and act in the Taoist Sect, as long as he could suppress the two leaders of the younger generation, Chenye and Chen Huanzhi, even if he had a foothold in the Taoist Sect, as for those older figures, they would not say anything if they held their own identities.

Of course, if you are not good at what you do, you will be dismounted by others, and you will have to be a man with your tail between your legs in the future.

Since Xiao Yu had already pressed down one dust leaf, he didn't mind pressing down the second one

Chen Huanzhi felt that the momentum on Xiao Yu's body was getting heavier and heavier, and under the traction of the qi machine, the vitality in his own body began to become restless. The trembling sound of the seven-star sword behind him became louder and louder.

Xiao Yu's frost-crawling realm is so powerful? It is even more surpassing than ordinary celestials! Chen Huanzhi pays for his self-cultivation, and he dares to fight against the realm of celestials and men on weekdays, not to mention winning, but at least he can maintain an undefeated situation. But when I met Xiao Yu, a freak, I knew why I was so defeated.

It is rumored that Xiao Lie can fight and kill the free immortals on the clouds with the posture of heaven and man, and today Xiao Yu can also kill heaven and man with the state of frost? !

Chen Huanzhi couldn't say what mood he was in at the moment, and he no longer deliberately suppressed the vitality in his body, and the seven-star sword behind him came out of its sheath.

Halfway out of the sheath of the long sword, the rolling green lotus sword qi was already blooming around Chen Huan's body like a cyan lotus.

Xiao Yu suddenly remembered the green dragon chant of autumn leaves, at this time, Chen Huanzhi's sword qi was no less prosperous than the green dragon chant!

One learns the Tao, the other learns the sword.

Cooperate in one place to top an autumn leaf?

Xiao Yu smiled and stretched out a hand.

Chen Huanzhi's pupils contracted suddenly, and his mind was all pulled by this hand, and he couldn't move half a minute at all.

This hand easily broke through his Qinglian sword qi, and then enlarged little by little in his line of sight, and finally landed on the hilt of the seven-star sword behind him.

The seven-star sword, which was already half unsheathed, was pushed back into its sheath inch by inch by this hand.

The majestic sword qi was helpless against this hand, and could only hear the sound of the sword roaring getting smaller and smaller, and finally stopped abruptly, silent.

Chen Huanzhi's facial expression was stiff, and he raised his hand to signal a female crown with a worried face who was walking towards the two of them to stop, sweat was oozing from the corners of her forehead, and her face turned pale...... The Demon Suppression Hall mends the sky, Chen Huanzhi, polite. ”

Xiao Yuyun smiled lightly, removed the hand holding the hilt of the Seven Stars Sword from the hilt, patted Chen Huanzhi on the shoulder, walked past him, and strode forward.

At this time, a little Taoist boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old walked out of the Dao Hall and said to everyone crisply: "By the decree of the Master of the Sect, please enter the hall." ”