In Yi Hao's divine consciousness, the valley is full of birds and flowers, and trees are shady. A clear spring poured down from a high place into a small pool, stirring up bursts of mist. There seems to be a faint trace of vitality floating in the spring water of the small pool, invisibly moistening everything in the valley.

The valley is surrounded by towering mountain peaks. The clear spring water that gathers in the small pool overflows, forming a small stream in the valley that flows gracefully into the distance. The small fish in the stream still swim freely at night, and it seems that they have long been accustomed to human visits.

"It's really a fairyland!" Yi Hao looked at this and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Senior sister, why don't you say the sect has come to pick us up? I heard that there are many geniuses there, and there are countless elixir magic weapons, I really want to go to the sect to cultivate quickly. ”

"yes, I'd like to go sooner, too. Over there...... Our fathers shed blood! I also want to see what kind of magical place it is......"

"Senior sister, how long do you think it will take for us to build a foundation when we arrive in the sect?"

In the distance, the voices of a man and a woman could be heard, and the sound of fragmented footsteps was getting closer and closer. Yi Hao's figure flashed, and his body was hidden behind a tree.

After a few breaths, the two approached and appeared in Yi Hao's divine consciousness. At night, their outfits are clearly visible. I saw that the woman had a beautiful face, her hair was combed with a pigtail, and she was dressed in a goose-yellow robe, and her age looked slightly older than Zhen Jiaoer. The young man beside the woman was born with red lips and white teeth, dressed in a white robe, carrying an unsheathed ancient sword, and his long hair was casually pulled on his back.

When the two of them walked away, Yi Hao continued to follow the road. A flat area appeared in front of him, with rows of wooden houses on the edge of the cliff, and a wide training ground in front of the wooden houses. In the night, more than 20 young men in white robes and girls in goose yellow robes closed their eyes and meditated in the cultivation ground.

Under the weak reflection of the crescent moon, the mist in the valley became more and more. The moonlight shone softly on this group of young boys and girls, and the dew on their bodies seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. But they turned a blind eye to this and continued to immerse themselves in cultivation without moving.

In front of the group of men and women, an old man in a brocade robe sat cross-legged on a stone, his left arm in the sleeve of his robe empty. The old man looked at everyone with a smile, and his right hand kept stroking his short beard under his chin.

The strength of this old man's mid-refining period, although his left arm has been lost, his eyes are shining, and it seems that his cultivation is not weak. He frequently raised his head to look at the crescent moon in the sky, as if he was calculating the cultivation time of the teenagers. Later, when he looked at the group of diligent teenagers, there was a smile on their faces.

Yi Hao couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this, and his heart was settled.

Then its form moved, and it quietly left the valley.

Early the next morning, Yi Hao stood quietly outside the door of Zhuaozhuang in blue clothes.

The door slowly opened, and three people walked out of it. At the head was an old man, dressed in a gold and red brocade robe, with a huge tiger head embroidered on his chest and a circular pattern of intricate stripes on his back. The embroidered ornaments of this robe, the weaving and embroidery skills are superb, the craftsmanship is exquisite, and the tiger head is lifelike, as if it is about to pounce out of the clothes.

In Gongliangzhou, the tiger robe represents a certain value and status. Thinking about it, Zhuao Zhuang must be the rich side as the outside world says, so the people in the village can wear tiger robes.

The other two, one is a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other is a one-eyed old man in Tsing Yi. There are faint fluctuations in the Yuan Force on the two of them, and they seem to have the cultivation of the early stage of refining the Yuan. The young man was dressed in a white robe, with red lips and white teeth, and two sword eyebrows set off his heroic appearance. The three of them were looking at Yi Hao, an uninvited guest, suspiciously.

The old man in the brocade robe had bright eyes and spirits, and his left arm in the sleeve of his robe was empty. The eyes that he looked at Yi Hao were full of essence, showing his shrewdness and ability. But when he saw Yi Hao wearing the blue robe of the Sanyang Sect, there seemed to be surprise in his eyes, but then he cleverly covered it up.

"I don't know if the little brother is coming to Zhuaozhuang, what is the cost?" After the one-eyed old man and the brocade-clothed old man glanced at each other, they took the lead in asking Yi Hao.

"I'm from Black Python State, and I want to see the old man Zhen Gongba of Zhuaozhuang!" Yi Hao glanced at the old man in brocade and said with a smile.

"Oh, you're from the Black Python State?" After hearing Yi Hao's words, the old man in brocade changed his face slightly, his breathing was not smooth, and he asked in a hurried tone.

After hearing this, the white-clothed young man next to him also lit up in his eyes.

"Yes!" Yi Hao nodded solemnly and replied.

"It's a guest from afar, please be a distinguished guest!" The old man in brocade immediately stretched out his hand and led Yi Hao towards the village.

The three old men in brocade led Yihao all the way through the wide square in the village, through a long corridor, through a wide pond, and came to a quiet house.

The houses are all made of nanmu, and there is a burst of fragrance. On the front beam of the house, hang the plaque of "Heroes Club", the three-character pen is like a dragon and snake, and the inscription is written on the meritorious emperor - Dan.

The old man in brocade brought Yi Hao into the hall and sat down.

"Jiang'er, go and serve tea quickly!"

"Old Zhou, you also go out and have a look!" After the brocade-clothed old man sat down, he looked at the young man and the one-eyed old man and commanded in a deep voice.

After hearing this, the young man in white looked at Yi Hao for a few breaths, and then turned away with some reluctance.

"Old man Zhen Gongba, I don't know what to call the honored guest?" After the old man in brocade saw the two leaving, he stared at Yi Hao nervously and said.

"In Xia Yihao, I have seen Zhen seniors." Yi Hao slightly hugged his fist at Zhen Gongba and said in a deep voice.

"I don't know why the little brother came to my Zhuao Village?" The old man in brocade nodded slightly after seeing Yi Hao's movements.

In ancient times, there were three yangs, and the Eastern Yuan was unparalleled.

The ancestors covered the thorns, and the descendants enjoyed the shade.

Today, there are three yangs, which have gone through vicissitudes.

Heroes shed blood, only for glory......

Yi Hao got up and looked up at the distance outside the hall, and whispered softly. His voice was faint, like a morning bell fluttering around the beams in the meeting room, and it lasted for a long time.

"You ......" The old man stood up instantly, staring at Yi Hao with burning eyes.

"Click!" There was a crisp sound outside the living room.

Yi Hao turned his head, only to see the young man in white outside the hall door looking at Yi Hao in the hall with tears in his eyes, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground. Hot water spilled on his hands, but he didn't realize it. His whole body trembled, and his eyes were full of excitement.

"Idiot!" The old man in brocade sighed lightly.

"Jiang'er, go serve tea again! Remember to have good tea! Looking at the figure of the young man in white, the old man in brocade reminded loudly.

"The little brother chanted this word, it sounds very touching! But what does this have to do with coming to my Zhuaozhuang? The old man in brocade suppressed the excitement in his heart, sat on the chair with his robe, and stared at Yi Hao's eyes tightly and said.

"I don't know about this, do you know Zhen's seniors?" Yi Hao slowly spread out his palm, and half of the volley finger appeared in his palm.

"What is this?" The old man in brocade's face changed suddenly, and with a "Huo" sound, he stood up again.