Falling Cloud Sect

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

In the past five years, except for the big event that the Sword Trial Conference was about to start, nothing else had happened in the Falling Cloud Sect.

To say that it is a little bigger, the first beauty of the White Phoenix Peak Lord Luoyun Sect has accepted a disciple: Pity Hua'er.

It only took two years for this woman to successfully build the foundation, and she mastered a very powerful magic weapon, even in the face of the monks in the late stage of foundation building, she had the strength to fight.

And for Han Li, these five years are to retreat and cultivate, and then tease and guide Mu Peiling.

In addition, the relationship between Lian Feihua and Song Yu became familiar, and the other party also gave a few words.

Baifeng Peak is located in the easternmost part of the Luoyun Sect, and it is quite far away from the other five peaks, which is quite a bit of a lonely plum and proud snow.

Although this peak is the shortest of the six strange peaks, it is verdant and full of flowers and trees. On the beautiful scenery, the end is the crown of the peaks, far from the Tianquan peaks can be compared.

As soon as Han Li fell, he saw that Lian Feihua was already waiting for him at the bottom of the peak.

"Let's go! I'll take you to see Master. ”

Pian Feihua didn't have a good airway.

In the past five years, she has been tossed by Han Li a lot, and she has been seriously warned by Song Yu several times.

"Congratulations!"

Different from the original book, in this sword trial competition, Han Li can be said to be in the limelight, including Lian Feihua, no one has survived ten moves in his hands.

The supernatural swordsmanship attracted the applause of everyone, and he was regarded as the most likely to compete with the disciple of the ancient sword sect who was born with a sword body.

It is favored by the peak master of the Luoyun Sect.

Bai Feng Peak was not very high, and in a moment's effort, the two of them flew to the top of the peak.

There is a flat land with a radius of 100 zhang, surrounded by white clouds, full of aura, as strict as a fairyland on earth. And in this fairyland-like place, there is only a lonely pavilion, where it stands.

This pavilion is about 20 zhang high, divided into three floors, completely made of unknown white wood, without any color painted, it looks elegant and simple.

"Master, people have brought it."

Lian Feihua said respectfully.

In a moment, a woman's gentle and moving voice came from the pavilion.

"Since you're here, go directly to the second floor, I'll wait for you here."

Hearing this, Han Li pushed open the door in the eyes of Fei Feihua, and couldn't wait to walk in.

"Phew! Pervert. ”

But after thinking about it, Han Li is quite good in other aspects except for being lustful.

Although she has been cheated several times in the past few years, there has never been a shortage of pills and guidance, which has made her cultivate to a closer level and reach the late stage of the Dan.

After this mission is over, you can return to the Demon Flame Gate to retreat and condense the Yuan Infant.

Although it was not the first time he had seen Song Yu, the other party's appearance still gave him a sense of amazement.

Among the women he knows, I am afraid that only Zi Ling can surpass this woman by a few points.

"This time, the performance was quite unexpected. I thought you were only good at refining pills, but I didn't expect that swordsmanship would be so powerful. However, you still have to be careful, the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect was born with a sword body, and he successfully cultivated the sword qi silk during the foundation building period. ”

Maybe it was because he was familiar, so Song Yu said a few more words and reminded.

"Also, since you already have a nephew, don't provoke Pi'er."

Song Yu's unusually clear and bright eyes stared at Han Li and said slowly.

"The disciple obeys."

Han Li's face was a little ugly and nodded.

"Hmm"

"Recite to me the mantra you practiced. Then go to the first floor and wait, don't come up easily without my instructions. When I understand it a little, I will summon you to come up and explain in detail what you don't understand and what you don't understand. Let's get started! Hearing the answer he wanted, Song Yu's face softened for a long time and said softly.

"The practice practiced by the disciple is called: Qingyuan Sword Technique. It was a disciple who traveled in the country of Yue once from ......"

It took two full hours for Han Li to recite the first nine layers of the Qingyuan Sword Technique.

"Top-level exercises, it seems that you have a good chance."

A trace of helplessness appeared in Song Yu's eyes, the top-level exercises, but it was difficult for her. Then, he waved his hand and motioned for Han Li to go down for the time being.

Three days later

Han Li walked out of the attic satisfied.

"Could it be that this guy ...... to the master"

Looking at Han Li's smug face, a feeling of uneasiness arose in Pian Feihua's heart.

With the cultivation of the other party's mid-Yuan Infant stage, if he forced Song Yu, who was only in the early stage of the Dan, he would definitely not be noticed by anyone.

Song Yu has been really good to her in the past few years, so she doesn't want the other party to be the one in front of her because of herself.

"You...... What did you do to the Master? ”

Lian Feihua walked up to Han Li and said with an ugly expression.

"What can be done, it's not a matter of men and women."

Han Li chuckled.

"You ......"

Hearing this, Pian Fei's pretty face turned blue, but fortunately, she couldn't afford to offend the person in front of her for the time being, so she snorted coldly, and then ran to the attic.

Rushing to the second floor in one breath, he saw that Song Yu was studying something, and there was no problem with his expression.

"Li'er, why did you get in? What's the matter? ”

Song Yu raised his head with some displeasure and said.

"No, it's just that I have a few questions about cultivation that I want to ask Master."

At this moment, Lian Feihua hated Han Li to death.

"Say it."

Song Yu said in a slightly cold tone.

Hearing this, Lian Feihua had no choice but to bite the bullet.

……

"Childe won't send this Nizi to hate you. You're playing tricks on her. ”

Silver Moon chuckled.

She could fully imagine the embarrassment of Pian Feihua at this time.

"This girl is too arrogant, if she doesn't sharpen and sharpen, she will be able to condense the Yuan Baby in the future."

Han Li said.

More than two months later, in the western mountain range of Yunmeng Mountain, where the sect of Baiqiao Temple is located, in a huge valley surrounded by mountains.

Thousands of Baiqiao Yuan disciples dressed in various colors gathered in the square in the center of the valley, and there was a lot of excitement and noise.

There are also many people who are looking at the sky with impatience on their faces, as if they are anxiously waiting for something.

At one end of the square, thousands of disciples were in the front, but dozens of others stood there with great eye-catching. The seven or eight monks a little earlier were all cultivators above the knot dan, and they were calm and relaxed.

The next dozens of men and women are cultivators above the foundation building period. They were the masters and elders of Baiqiao Academy, as well as many stewards who shouldered various responsibilities.

"It's coming!"

I don't know which sharp-eyed disciple saw something at once, and shouted loudly with excitement. Suddenly, all the low-level monks looked up one by one. I saw a flash of light in the sky in the distance, and then a large group of colorful points of light flew from far and near.

It was the people of the Ancient Sword Sect.

Then, a strange bird with a huge and abnormal body shape galloped towards this place at an astonishing speed across the Ancient Sword Gate.

There were a cluster of figures on the back of the bird, and it seemed that there were many monks standing.

In front of the strange bird, a young man walked with a sword, and his eyes looked defiantly towards a man in black in the ancient sword gate.