In the southeast of Zhongzhou, the sky is clear, the sea of clouds is tumbling and changing, a tall Taoist sits cross-legged on the body of the mortal dust long sword that he picked up at will, and flies forward at an extremely stable speed, not fast or slow, but there is a feeling of being thousands of miles away. γuhuguO

The Taoist face is quite wooden, his eyes are deep, he can't see his age, and the white clouds are blowing on his face, and he has a sense of dust.

The Taoist has been away from the world for a long, long time, and then painted the ground as a prison for decades, and now he is quietly looking at the city under the clouds, and a look like a world has flashed in his eyes.

Most of the cultivators who can fly in the sky are people with heads and faces in Central Continent, and today there are two more cultivators from Xuantian Sect, riding two eagles, one old and one young, and they are all stunned when they see that Taoist at this moment.

The flying of the sword is naturally a sword cultivator, but this person is dressed as a Taoist, and a cultivator with such a costume is basically a first-class Daomen sword immortal from the Holy Land Dao Sect in Zhongzhou.

Looking at his demeanor, they knew that it was unfathomable, but they had never seen this person before, so they were a little suspicious.

It's a shame to say that Xuantian Sect sounds quite domineering, but in fact it is just a low-end sect in the Middle Continent, and it is not worth mentioning in the entire Spirit Wilderness, it belongs to the kind of cultivator who is a little famous in the Spirit Wilderness when he walks into the sect, and the sect master has to be politely served.

However, the Xuantian Sect has a role that other sects cannot replace, that is, the flying eagles under the sect are extremely fast and have extremely strong endurance, and they can cross the land of two continents in a few days.

Therefore, over time, the sect master of Xuantian Sect simply changed the direction of the sect building, and asked his disciples to act as messengers for Zhongzhou and the other five continents, but whenever there was any important news, Xuantian Sect would send letters to the major sects.

Good karma has good karma, and in this way, it has unconsciously formed a more or less incense relationship with the major sects, and the sects have been able to continue for hundreds of years.

Don't underestimate the messenger, you must know that sending letters often needs to come to the door, and some particularities are indispensable, such as for auspiciousness, and even Xuantianzong stipulates that messengers have pseudonyms, such as the older old man in Xuantianzong at this moment is called a fisherman, and the younger one is called Yuanbao.

At this moment, the two of them were going to a sect in Dongzu Prefecture to deliver a letter.

The reason for the pause is because you must know that the main thing to send a letter is to pay attention to an eight-sided exquisiteness, and everything that has been seen must have an impression, and if there is any trouble in the future, it will be better to deal with it.

On weekdays, they come and go, even the immortal-like Dao Fan real person of the Taoist Sect has had several faces, and even had the privilege of talking a few words, but looking at the person in front of them, they have never seen it.

"Dare to ask the seniors, but the masters of the Taoist Sect?"

The slightly older old man bent down with a slight fist, and said with a smile, "We are disciples of the Xuantian Sect, if the seniors have any objects or messages that need to be transmitted, we can do it for us."

When he said this, the old man was actually ready to be scolded or even beaten, and his body tensed slightly.

In cultivation, people have always been unpredictable, especially the higher the realm, the more casual it is, maybe because their words disrupt the other party's thoughts, or think that their realm status is not worthy of knowing, they will be stabbed for no reason.

But who knows, the man's temper seemed to be surprisingly good, he turned to look at them, and said gently, "Poor Dao has been at home for too long, so he wants to come out and take a look, where are you going?"

The fisherman bent down and said, "The juniors and the two went to the Broken Blade Mountain in Dongzu Prefecture to deliver a message."

The Taoist nodded and said, "It just happened to be on the way, so let's go together."

The old man was flattered, and before he could say anything, the Taoist had already begun to fly forward with his sword.

Yuan Bao scratched his head and asked, "Is it appropriate?"

The old man whispered: "Actually, it's a good thing, as long as you remember not to offend this senior on the road, the two continents are very large, and there are many sects, and there are many scattered cultivators, which is extremely dangerous, if there is a Taoist senior with you, not to mention the realm, just looking at the reputation of the Taoist sect, most of them can turn evil into good fortune."

In the next few days, two messengers from the Xuantian Sect, who could be regarded as masters and apprentices, walked with this Taoist senior, and as time passed, from the initial fear, to the gradual relaxation later.

Because this senior's temper is excellent, and it seems that he has not gone out for a long time, he will look at it at will wherever he goes, and he is very interested in climbing high and looking into the distance, and even when they go to the special post stations in each county to replenish the spirit birds they have fed, the person often waits quietly and never urges.

After a long time, the two really thought that the man was an old-timer who had not been born in Taoist retreat for a long time and had a gentle temperament.

One day flying in mid-air, the younger young Yuan Bao couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "Senior, have you used this sword since you were a child, and it has returned to its roots, that's why it's like this... General?"

When the old man heard this, he glared at the young man fiercely.

Acting outside, the sword immortals are the most taboo for them to explore their natal immortal sword, if they meet a big temper, they really don't know how to die for ten lives.

The middle-aged Daoist didn't care, and said with a smile: "The sword is an ordinary Dao sword, it is already ordinary, if it really returns to the basics, it will be even more useless."

When the words fell, the old man and Yuan Bao couldn't help but smile.

It seems that the joke is quite funny.

"Have you ever gone to the Dao Sect to deliver a message?" The middle-aged Taoist had a lot of fun today.

The young ingots shook their heads.

The old man seemed to be interested, with a little emotion and sadness in his eyes, and squinted his eyes and said, "I was fortunate enough to go with my master back then, but it was when I was very young, and my master also died in order to deliver that letter.... The only thing worth it is that the letter was delivered to the hands of the great real man, although I can only see the vague figure from a distance, but it can also be said that the mountains are standing up, even if the master is still thinking of me before he dies."

The Taoist suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The old man subconsciously returned: "Senior, my name is Yu Youdao."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, and did not speak again.

All the way forward, across the two continents and seas, along the way it seems to be really because of the relationship between this senior, the huge sky and the sea of clouds, not to mention embarrassing and provocative, no one even appeared in front of them!

It was in this seeming unimpeded situation that they came to a mountain range.

There are mountains in the mountains, and there is a forest of knives between the mountains, and each broken blade is stuck upside down in the ground.

The cold air is all over the knife forest, all over the mountains and fields, and the forest is pressing.

This is Broken Blade Mountain.

It's just that in recent years, Broken Blade Mountain seems to have become a lot more low-key since the female sword immortal left and returned, and even the cultivation world has rarely been able to hear rumors about Broken Blade Mountain.

The three of them landed and walked among the mountains, and it took half an hour to walk to the knife forest.

The middle-aged Taoist stood quietly outside the forest, with his hands behind his back, and did not speak, just quietly looked at the three words of Broken Blade Mountain on the stone tablet.

"Senior, if you don't rest here first, we'll deliver the letter, and we'll go back." The old man whispered.

Although the sword cultivation of Broken Blade Mountain has nothing to do with the Dao Sect, it is also the kind that is not pleasing to the eye, and it is known to the world, so the old man is afraid that this senior will be embarrassed.

However, the middle-aged Taoist shook his head and said, "You don't need to go in, someone will come to pick it up."

As soon as the words fell, several people hurriedly walked out of it, one of them didn't know why his body trembled, and it can be said that he took the envelope handed by the old man tremblingly.

This made both the old man and the ingots a little dumbfounded.

In the past, I have never had this treatment to send letters, and I have always waited here obediently, and I can only walk in to deliver the letter after being notified, what's wrong? Today, these old and rough people who practice knives are still paying attention to it?

Just when the two of them were puzzled, they saw a scene that made them can't help but feel terrifying.

There was a wooden house on the cliff above the knife forest, and at this moment a tall woman slowly walked out of it.

The woman's expression was complicated, and finally she bowed slightly in their direction.

The old man was stunned and almost sat on the ground, the stupid kid next to him didn't understand, didn't he know who the imposing woman in front of him was?

Judging by its appearance and majesty, who else could there be?

The mountain master of Broken Blade Mountain, the female sword fairy Li Mo Ran.

That is the top immortal figure of the Upper Three Realms in the Spirit Desolation, and he can destroy dozens of Xuantian Sect existences with one hand.

The old man hurriedly pulled the ingots and bent down to return the gift.

The woman's face was expressionless.

Naturally, she worshipped not them, but the Taoist beside her who had always been silent.

The middle-aged Taoist who had been looking at the stone tablet did not speak.

As a result, Li Moran, a sword immortal with a very high status in the cultivation world, could only worship again.

Bow three times in a row, and finally can't afford to bow for a long time.

The middle-aged Taoist nodded slightly, turned his head and walked towards the source.

Looking at the backs of the three people in the distance, she who had already healed her injuries in the forest and even reached a higher level, but she only felt cold sweat on her back, and she had never felt this way in countless life-and-death battles before.

She had thought about this kind of picture for a long time, thinking that although she was invincible, she should not be so unbearable.

And yet she was wrong.

For the man came here, though he had only an ordinary iron sword.

In the eyes of Yuan Bao and the old man, this is a rough waste sword made by a mortal blacksmith.

But in the eyes of the sword immortal Li Moran and even in the eyes of all the people in the cultivation world.

Whether it's a discarded iron sword, or a piece of wood or a stone.

Whatever that is.

As long as it is held in the palm of the hand.

It is a Dao Gate artifact that is enough to destroy the entire Broken Blade Mountain with one blow.

"Thank you for sparing your life." The woman's sword fairy had a complicated expression.

"Do it yourself." A clear, calm voice rang out of her ears and then vanished.