Nine days later, the Qinglu Palace, the Sky Cliff.

This cliff is known for its steepness, with eight rocks jutting out of the cliff scattered up and down, connected by arm-thick iron that is as thick as an arm, and the clouds and mist in the sky have long been dispelled by the monks with great mana.

The disciples of the Qinglu Hall are the heaviest battle places in the Taoist Sect, and many disciples will learn fighting skills from each other here every day, so the cliffs around the Sky Cliff are almost full of traces of spiritual treasure impacts.

Early in the morning, the disciples of the Four Halls and the Seven Peaks came here one after another, and as soon as they stepped on the top of the cliff, they felt the fierce aura left after hundreds of years of fighting, and their faces changed slightly.

This aura is different from the Treasure Cliff and the Question Dao of the Mountain behind the Yanfa Palace, several irregular lines deeply engraved on the cliff wall are exuding the power of the Great Dao at this time, which is left after the battle of the predecessors of the Upper Three Realms hundreds of years ago in the Qinglu Palace.

Some disciples with low realms could hardly resist this coercion, but fortunately, there were their respective division commanders behind them to break the siege before they could recover some strength.

This time, whether it is the second-generation disciples who have been practicing for many years, or the fourth-generation disciples who have just started will participate, so a group of heavenly pride sons who represent the initial excellence of the Taoist Sect will compete in the same field.

As the disciples of the four halls and the seven peaks took their seats in turn, a strong and distant bell sounded at the top of the skyscraper cliff.

In the stands above the clouds, a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared out of thin air, with a majestic appearance and sharp eyes.

The crowd immediately caused an uproar.

The master of the Qinglu Palace, Xun Ju.

He has always lived in a simple house, and he personally presided over this law performance conference.

Xun Ju's eyes looked around, and everywhere he passed was silent.

Immediately afterward, several rays of light fell from the sky.

Yu Wenwen stepped on the fairy sword and landed on the side of the Duzhen Palace, with green silk flying, like a fairy in the world.

Fang Hate stood at the forefront of the disciples of the Qinglu Hall with his head held high, and his majestic figure made people yearn for it infinitely.

The person at the head of the Yanfa Hall is a middle-aged man who looks like an old farmer, dressed in sackcloth and is particularly simple, and this person's name is Fan Minmin.

Compared to the bustle of these three halls, the Yuan Temple was extremely deserted, and there was only one Dao Fan Zhenren.

The recent events of Zaobing Peak have spread throughout the Dao Sect, and many well-informed people already know the whole story, and have even guessed that the person behind the scenes is the big man in the Seven Peaks.

After Shen Yu descended the mountain, many people thought that this handsome young man would definitely appear here, after all, this person had obtained the spiritual treasure inheritance, and he had practiced in Feilai Peak where the head of the sect was located for more than two years, and his strength must not be able to whisper.

But he didn't come.

Many disciples were a little disappointed, regretting that the indifferent young man didn't think about doing anything.

It's just that unlike the disappointed expressions of the disciples, on the stands, some elders with higher seniority have solemn expressions, and even the Qinglu Hall Lord has set his eyes in the direction of Dao Fan.

Somewhat suddenly.

Over the years, the four halls of Taoism have performed the law, and Daofan has never appeared.

They all know Daofan's temperament, cold, quiet, not a person who likes to join in the fun.

However, he is here today, and naturally something worthy of his visit will happen.

...

The Four Palaces Technique has finally kicked off.

Mingjian, who had been in retreat for two years, walked out of the Dharma Hall and stood on the stone platform in the center.

Many young disciples only woke up at this time, and it turned out that the guide on the Cuizhu Peak that day had clearly seen the real person, and he actually came from the Yanfa Palace.

Then, Li Hanyue jumped up from the stand where everyone in Yunwu Peak was, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many days, and I see that Senior Brother's demeanor is even better than before." ”

Akimi didn't speak, just looked around, as if looking for someone.

Li Hanyue said lightly: "Senior brother, don't look at it, he won't come, those young disciples don't know, don't you know?" It's only been less than two years, and even Shen Yu has been humiliated when he comes here. ”

Ming Jian remembered the scene in the Yanfa Hall that day, and said firmly: "You are wrong, he will definitely come." ”

Li Hanyue folded the folding fan in her hand and said, "Senior brother, let's start." ”

Akimi said, 'Okay. ’

...

The fan in Li Hanyue said is a famous spiritual treasure, a famous mountain and river fan.

Every time he opened and closed, countless illusory mountains and rivers flew out of the fan, pressing directly on the real person in front of him.

With the few conjured mountains and rivers, Li Hanyue tapped her toes, her body went away with the wind, and her right hand was even more condensed into a sword.

A cyan light burst out of the air.

The mountain and river fan cooperated with Li Hanyue's practice of fingering and sword skills, and for a while, the entire stone platform was almost full of him.

This scene made countless disciples let out deafening cheers.

Ming Jian's expression was indifferent, and he just took a step forward.

Rumble!

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The sword qi in the sky brought up by the sword technique, and the power of the mountains and rivers conjured up by the mountain and river fan, exploded in an instant.

Mingjian took another step forward.

This step was in front of Li Hanyue in an instant.

Li Hanyue turned her fingers into fists and slammed towards the door of Mingming, her fist was overwhelming.

Ming Jian sighed slightly, stretched out his right hand, and pointed lightly.

The next moment, a scene that surprised everyone happened.

Li Hanyue's right fist stopped in mid-air, unable to advance for half a minute, and Mingjian's right finger was facing his eyebrows an inch.

Li Hanyue was defeated.

...

"It turns out that he has reached the Divine Journey Realm."

As the adjudicator of this performance, Daochen Zhenren of the Qinglu Palace saw the realm of insight at a glance.

Xu Qingmei said: "This son entered the Yanfa Hall very early, his cultivation has always been tepid, and his qualifications are also ordinary, I didn't expect that the first second-generation disciple to step into the Divine Journey Realm was actually him, Wenwen, it seems that your opponent has one more." ”

Yu Wenwen stood aside, her beautiful eyes were unwavering, and no one knew what she was thinking.

I didn't expect the first competition to be so fast, and many young disciples couldn't see the danger in the middle at all, which made everyone lose interest for a while.

However, the next few scenes were extremely tragic, the spiritual treasures came out frequently, all kinds of magical Taoist techniques shone brightly, and everyone was enthusiastic and excited to see it.

After a few successive competitions, another person stepped into the field.

Seeing this person, the disciples in the stands whispered one after another.

The man is handsome, carrying a simple fairy sword spirit treasure on his back, and he is indescribably chic.

Fu Yi, a second-generation disciple, is a personal disciple who sits on the idea of forgetting Fengfeng.

It was this person who destroyed Yang Liu's Liuyun Sword on Zaoblion Peak, and then seriously injured her.

Many people looked at the stands of the four halls, but found that the three people who broke into Zaobing Peak that day and fought did not come here at all.

Fu Yi casually slashed a few swords, and knocked the young disciple of Shenxiu Peak in front of him off the stage, but to everyone's surprise, Fu Yi actually stayed on the stage after winning.

He looked in the direction of the Yuan Temple, smiling inexplicably.

When everyone saw this scene, they thought of a possibility in their hearts, he wanted to challenge the young man in the Abyss Temple.

"I heard that Senior Brother Shen of the Yuan Temple has obtained the inheritance of the Innate Spirit Treasure from the Treasure Cliff, and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, I don't know if I came today?"

Fu Yi poured out the immortal sword and said, "If you come, I want to ask Senior Brother Shen for advice, if you don't come.... Hehe, forget it. ”

Skycliff is silent.

Fu Yi looked calm, just looking in the direction of the Yuan Temple.

Whether Shen Yu came or not was clear at a glance, but Fu Yi asked, and the provocation in his words was particularly obvious.

This made many people wonder why he dared to do this.

Shen Yu is the disciple of the head of the house, and he is also from the most mysterious and powerful Yuan Temple of the Dao Sect, where does a small disciple of the Forgotten Peak come from?

Some of the more intelligent disciples looked in the direction of the Qinglu Palace, and after seeing the majestic figure, they hurriedly retracted it, for fear of being sensed by the other party.

Dao Fan Zhenren sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested.

On the stands of the Hall of Derivation.

Ming Jian frowned slightly and took a step forward.

In the direction of the Duzhen Palace, the fairy sword behind Yu Wenwen moved without wind and trembled slightly.

Uncle Xiao said that she likes Shen Yu the most.

What's more, on that day at the top of the Fenbao Cliff, she still owed the beautiful young man a favor.

...

Just the last.

Akimi didn't take that step.

Yu Wenwen's sword also stopped trembling.

Because there was a crisp birdsong from the sky.

As the sea of clouds dispersed, a huge colorful fairy bird flew leisurely from afar.

Everyone looked up suddenly, and their hearts were shocked.

It turned out that the young man had been there all along, in a high place that no one could have imagined.

The delicate figure jumped off the Qingluan bird and landed on the stone platform.

The young man looked at Fu Yi and said calmly, "I heard that you are looking for me." ”