After confirming that the injury was okay, Xiao Yaofeng prepared to go back, identified the general direction, and began to cultivate the road, counting it, and now it is considered to have completed the task assigned by the master.

Although Xiaoyao Feng's cultivation is not high, after many killings, the kind of bloody aura that emanates from his body makes ordinary demon beasts dare not make mistakes, and some of the weaker ones actually ran away from it when they saw it.

The path of cultivation, one piece and one relaxation is the right way, and if you practice hard, sometimes you will go astray, so the old man only set a three-month deadline for Xiaoyaofeng. Xiao Yaofeng went back this time, and also cultivated by the way, during this period of time, he was really suffering from eating and sleeping.

Under Xiaoyao Feng's desperate hurry, the scenery along the way gradually became a little familiar, until the smoky mountain peak appeared in sight, Xiao Yaofeng's fatigue was suddenly swept away, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"Try the results of this time!" Xiaoyao Feng stopped at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain, and in front of it, there was a steep mountain road, which zigzagged into the clouds and mist, leading to the top of the mountain.

The corners of Xiao Yaofeng's mouth rose slightly, and his body moved, turning into a blurred figure, rushing towards the top of the mountain. When the familiar and warm bamboo house appeared in front of him, Xiao Yaofeng didn't have time to rejoice at the speed that surpassed Pingyue, but his eyes were red, he took a deep breath, and shouted into the room.

"I'm back, old man!"

As soon as Xiao Yaofeng's words fell, he heard the sound of Xi Suo walking in the room.

With a squeak, the bamboo door was opened, and a figure walked out of it, but it was not a familiar old man, but a young man in gorgeous costumes, this person was carrying a silver long sword, with a look of arrogance, and he glanced at Xiao Yaofeng and withdrew his gaze, compared with his arrogant face, what was more conspicuous was the three quaint big characters on his chest!

"Lingyun Sect!"

Xiao Yaofeng's heart trembled, the three words of Ling Yunzong smashed into his heart like an angry thunder, Xiao Yaofeng, who often flipped through books, was not unfamiliar with these three words at all, and was even impressed.

The Great Cloud Dynasty has a vast territory, and there are countless forces among them, but there are only three that can really be regarded as behemoths, and this Lingyun Sect is one of them.

So when a man dressed in Lingyun Sect's costume walked out of the bamboo house, Xiao Yaofeng was so incomprehensible that he didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly ran towards the bamboo house, if something happened to the master, he would collapse.

"Stinky boy, it's really time for you to come back!" At this moment, a familiar laugh and scolding came from inside the house, and then the old man was seen walking out of the bamboo house.

"Master......" Xiao Yaofeng saw that the master was fine, and the big stone hanging in his heart was also put down, and the worry in his eyes also changed to the joy of reuniting after a long absence. Somehow, Xiao Yaofeng felt that his eyes were astringent, and he wiped his eyes without leaving a trace, but he just screamed softly.

The old man was also very happy, his dry face also showed the most familiar smile of Xiao Yaofeng, and his deep eyes also flashed a trace of crystal, and he responded: "It's good to be back!"

"This is your disciple, half a year later, rush to the Lingyun Sect as scheduled to participate in our sect's conference!" Seeing this, the man from the Lingyun Sect also spoke slowly, and a series of words made Xiao Yaofeng look at the old man with a puzzled face.

"Well, Feng'er, I'll talk to you later!" The old man saw Xiaoyao Feng looking at him, and a look of embarrassment flashed on his dry face. Then he turned to the man and said, "This messenger, you have worked hard all the way to deliver the message, and you will definitely attend your faction's meeting on time!"

The man waved his hand and turned away with a disdainful expression, in his opinion, there was no need for this small sect to convey it at all, and he came to inform it because of the rules that all sects and sects had to communicate.

"Xiaoyaomen, master, when did you hang it!" Xiaoyao Feng looked at the bamboo house, there was a pale yellow plaque, and on the plaque, three big characters of the Xiaoyao Gate were written, which was quite free and easy. As soon as the messenger was about to leave, the young man's exclamation was heard, but he couldn't help but look back.

"Ahem, this...... Haven't we always been, you're my only heir, aren't you!" the old man said with a pretended composure, and there was an imperceptible hint of panic in his tone.

Xiao Yaofeng frowned, he was also deceived by the old man's word game, and blurted out, "Of course I am your only heir!"

Seeing this scene, the messenger of the Lingyun Sect said no more, turned around and whistled lightly at the sky. Suddenly, a huge black shadow crossed the sky, and the black wings vibrate, and suddenly the wind blew fiercely, flying sand and rocks. Immediately, a monster beast with two wings on its back and a lion's head slowly fell, and on its back, there were several men in the same costume standing, and the strong wind brought by the vibration of the monster's wings almost blew the bamboo house down.

This is the Wind Griffin of the Lingyun Sect, the Wind Griffin is fierce, it is difficult to tame them, let alone use it as a mount, and it also reflects the strength of the Lingyun Sect.

"Senior brother, why have you been there for so long, this kind of small sect is a waste of places!" a man in a green shirt on the back of the griffin sneered, obviously, this junior brother had delayed too much time for such a small sect.

"If you hadn't seen someone on the top of the mountain from the griffin, I wouldn't have bothered to come down, let's go, I'll just complete the task anyway!" the group spoke, riding the wind griffon and flying away into the distance, leaving a sluggish face on the maple of the free.

The disciples of Lingyun Sect rode away on the griffin in a dashing manner, Xiao Yaofeng looked at the sky in the distance with envy on his face, and after a long time, he came back to his senses, and then he couldn't wait to know what was going on, and asked eagerly: "Master, what's going on?"

"Don't worry, Feng'er, let's go into the house and talk slowly!" The old man touched his gray beard, but he was not in a hurry, and he breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace when he saw the messenger leave.

"Hurry up then!" Xiao Yaofeng said, reaching out and pulling the old man towards the house.

"Stinky boy, slow down!"

In the bamboo house, an old man and a young man sat opposite each other, and half an hour passed quietly under the detailed explanation of the old man, and Xiaoyao Feng also understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.

"Master, you mean, that Lingyun Sect, invite the big and small sects of the Great Cloud Dynasty to go to Qiyun Mountain to participate in the sect conference in half a year!"

The old man lowered his head and drank tea, and returned to his usual appearance of not caring about himself, and nodded his head.

"However, what kind of sect are we, even if we are invited, what's the matter with the Xiaoyao Gate at the door?" Xiaoyao Feng rolled his eyes, and he was depressed when he thought of the disdainful eyes of the man in Lingyun Sect.

Hearing this, a slight embarrassment appeared on the old man's dry face, and then he explained with a serious face: "Feng'er, look, now that you have also started to cultivate, we can't lose our identities, at least there is a sect name." ”

Xiaoyao Feng was speechless, no wonder the messenger looked at him with disdain, he really doubted how the messenger could find this remote Xiaoyao Mountain.

"It's also for your good to be a teacher, and when the time comes, you can't lose your master's face when you participate in that sect conference!" The old man suddenly pulled the topic to Xiao Yaofeng, and he had a serious expression on his face.

"Why do you want to participate in this, how can it be for me!" After all, Xiao Yaofeng was not willing to participate in this kind of meaningless conference at all.

"How can a person make progress in cultivation, not to mention that you have to see the strength of others!" The old man's seemingly casual words contained a tone that could not be refused.

"But I haven't done the Chengren Ceremony yet!" After all, Xiao Yaofeng is still a child, and the Chengren Ceremony needs to be sixteen years old before it can be held.

"Calculate the time, you will be an adult by then!" An imperceptible cunning flashed in the old man's eyes, as if everything had been thought of to deal with it.

When Xiao Yaofeng heard this, a word couldn't help but flash in his heart, which was the best way to describe the old man at this time, that is, the old man was cunning.

"Feng'er, do you know why the teacher let you go to the Fallen Mountain Range to practice!" the old man jumped away from the topic directly, and said leisurely.

"Adversity can hone a person!" Xiao Yaofeng pondered for a moment and said seriously.

"That's to the point, but there's a more important reason!" the old man only partially agreed with Xiao Yaofeng's answer.

Xiao Yaofeng didn't answer, he knew that the old man had something to do.

"As a teacher, I want you to be contaminated with bloody gas and hone the kind of momentum that is not afraid of death, now your ** can already withstand the baptism of the dragon bone, before the teacher was worried that you were born with a good surname, and could not accept the monstrous anger of the dragon clan, now it seems that the time is it!" The old man looked at the young man in front of him, and found that the young man had a trace of bloody air that only came after the life and death training, and there was some satisfaction on his face.

"Dragon bone!" Xiao Yaofeng couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he heard this, after experiencing the fight with the demon beast, he could understand the strength of the dragon clan, with the breath of the dragon clan in the Yan Dragon Fruit, he could easily hurt such a strong Heavenly Demon Blood Lion, so how terrifying is this dragon bone connected to the dragon clan's life.

"The dragon clan is extremely domineering, this innate domineering has long been deeply rooted in the bones, if you use the dragon bone to quench your body, in addition to bearing the terrible violent power, the most important thing is that your momentum cannot be lost to the anger in the dragon bone, otherwise you will collapse under the pressure of the dragon clan!" Speaking of this, the old man's face was also a little dignified.

When Xiao Yaofeng heard this, his brows were furrowed, he had fought with demon beasts at most, how could he overpower the dragon clan in terms of momentum, it would not be cost-effective to be overpowered by this dragon bone, thinking of this, Xiao Yaofeng suddenly felt that this dragon bone was destined to be lost to him.

"Without strength, everything is empty talk, and even, you can't even protect some of your most important things!" the old man continued to take care of himself, after Xiao Yaofeng came back, it was also a little different, with his experience, he could naturally detect some changes, which were fluctuations in his mood.

As soon as the old man's words came out, Xiao Yaofeng's body stiffened slightly, and the cyan shadow like a fairy suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Guard...... Xiao Yaofeng clenched his fists tightly, and then involuntarily touched the cyan bead on his chest, the helplessness when facing the Heavenly Demon Blood Lion, he didn't want to have a second time.

"How is it, have you decided?" the old man looked at the determination in Xiao Yaofeng's dark eyes, and asked leisurely.

Xiao Yaofeng got up suddenly, there was a faint light in his eyes, and then he laughed out loud in the old man's somewhat complicated eyes, and a powerful confidence swept away.

"It's just a bone, how could I lose to it!"

The old man touched his gray beard, looked at the childish boy in front of him who seemed to have grown up overnight, and also scolded with a smile: "It's useless to shout no matter how loud you are, rest for one night, and tomorrow, the keel will be quenched!";