Su Zhe took the red-blooded dragon horse to walk on the sheep intestine path of Yunmeng Sect, and in the cool breeze, Su Zhe went from one martial arts arena to another among the woods full of curved ditches.

From time to time, he looked at the mountains not far away, and the lonely figure was a little thin, but looking at the back, for some reason it always gave people a feeling of pride.

In this way, he traveled with the red-blooded dragon horse, but as everyone knows, Yunmeng Sect is his first post station in the other world.

In the endless years that followed, he would write his own legend in this fierce world.

The two of them galloped endlessly, slipping from the southernmost corner to the northernmost point, and the two figures were like a wisp of smoke, and in a few flashes, they disappeared at the end of the long road.

Yunfengya in the early morning is not quiet, and various figures appear in many places, especially the cultivation holy land and the martial arts arena, the crowd is surging and noisy, but the most noisy thing is the viewing platform outside the martial arts venue, a group of flowery women are constantly shouting, for fear of not being able to attract the attention of others.

Su Zhe and the others saw the behavior of these women, and couldn't help but sigh one after another: They are also disciples of the Nine Masters Sect, why is there such a big difference, and they have no fighting spirit at all.

They didn't stop, they continued to march towards the Phantom Sound Pavilion, passing through the mountains, the gate of the Phantom Sound Pavilion appeared in front of Su Zhe and the others, the Yunfeng Cliff was beyond imagination, although the main hall of the Phantom Sound Pavilion was a little dilapidated, but the scale was not small, accounting for about one-fifth of the entire Yunfeng Cliff.

The quaint vermilion gate outside the main hall, the white Han jade stone steps on both sides of the lying nest, carved with the vicissitudes of the years, looking at the mountains through the pavilion, there is a solemn and sacred atmosphere permeating the entire mountain, this is one of the branches of the Yunmeng Sect that has not declined for thousands of years.

How many Tianjiao rose from here, and then created one myth after another.

At this time, the Tianjiao Mansion was quiet, in the layers of courtyards, countless doors were opened, but there was no one, presumably they all went to the martial arts arena to watch, Su Zhe and the red-blooded dragon horse walked sneakily like ghosts.

Wisteria flowers bloom in brilliant colors, and the air is filled with bursts of fragrance.

When passing by a courtyard, he was shocked to find that there were people cultivating in some houses with closed doors, and the fluctuations of Yuan Qi were extremely strong, and it was conceivable that the cultivation of that Tianjiao woman must be extraordinary.

"It's Su Qiaoqiao." Su Zhe's heart moved.

He and the red-blooded dragon horses ran quickly, crossing one courtyard after another, and found that as long as the courtyard with the door closed here exuded soul-stirring fluctuations, it seemed that there were monks cultivating inside, and a powerful aura swept the entire heaven and earth.

"A master?" Su Zhe sensed the cultivation of this group of people.

"That's right, at least in the middle of the Rank." The red-blooded dragon horse, as a rui beast, Zhong Tiandi's spirit show, has a lot stronger five senses than Su Zhe, and can naturally distinguish the true cultivation of the monks inside at a glance.

"It seems that the spar that Yue Lingxin pit from Zhang Zhiyuan's hand has indeed played a lot of roles, alas, they are all so powerful, and they are so hard! Let no one live, if it is the same for other divisions, I feel that the Tianjiao election is by no means such a simple matter. Su Zhe was extremely ashamed, compared to him, a cynical second son, this group of Tianjiao can be described as really diligent.

Genius is not terrible, terrible is the genius of hard work.

"These are the senior sisters who care about the Phantom Sound Pavilion." The little girl said proudly.

After listening to the little girl's words, Su Zhe nodded silently and said, "There are still some chivalrous people in the Phantom Sound Pavilion. ”

"That's natural, it's just that compared to the Phantom Sound Pavilion as a whole, the number of these senior sisters is still pitiful." The little girl showed a hint of bitterness.

Su Zhe sighed, knowing that what the little girl said was true, along the way, he only saw a dozen or so people, compared to the thousands of Phantom Sound Pavilion disciples, these dozen people can be said to be negligible.

He didn't talk nonsense, and walked quickly along the path of the Phantom Sound Pavilion Mansion with the little girl and the red-blooded dragon horse, and soon, Su Zhe and the others came to Yue Lingxin's residence.

The wisteria orchid was wrapped around the entire wooden house, and when the wind blew, it made a rustling sound, and Su Zhe and the others jumped up to the second floor, looked around, and the beautiful wooden house was quiet.

Su Zhe stared at the closed door and said, "Where did Yue Lingxin go?" ”

The red-blooded dragon horse said: "How do I know, it's not the roundworm in her stomach." ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, the little girl also stretched out a small head towards the house: "It seems that Sister Lingxin is going to earn spars again?" ”

"Cut, it's almost as good as grabbing the hedrons." Su Zhe glanced at the little girl and said, "Is she like this every day?" ”

"Not really, once in a while."

"How often is it?"

"When there are no spars." The little girl said seriously.

"Uh." Su Zhe was speechless for a while, and then said, "How much time does it take to go once." ”

"It's usually a whole day, sometimes a day or two."

Su Zhe suddenly felt powerless, he pushed the door and entered, the huge room was spotless, and a girlish fragrance permeated the entire room.

The boudoir of the moon spirit heart is not like the Mei family compound, there is quite a trace of the charm of the ancient lady, the mahogany bed is covered with exquisite embroidery, exuding a faint fragrance, by the window, a pot of bluegrass swaying leisurely, picturesque, adding a bit of elegance.

Su Zhe sniffed lightly, and secretly sighed that the room of the proud girl of the sky was nothing more than that, after speaking, he picked up a bench and sat down in front of the wooden table as if he had arrived at his own home, skillfully poured himself a cup of tea, and beckoned the red-blooded dragon horse and the little girl to sit down together.

The red-blooded dragon horse was not polite, his huge body was squeezed into a chair, his hooves picked up a cup of tea and drank it all, his fat ass crowded the entire chair, and his fiery red ponytail hung down to the ground, knocking on the floor a few times from time to time.

"Why are you so presumptuous?" The little girl looked at the man and the horse in annoyance.

The red-blooded dragon horse smiled: "What is this, there are more than you have never seen." ”

"More excessive?" The little girl looked at the red-blooded dragon horse suspiciously.

The red-blooded dragon horse smiled and said, "For example, in the mountains. ”

Su Zhe's mind was full of black lines, and he hurriedly strangled the neck of the red-blooded dragon horse and scolded, "Shut your mouth." ”

The little girl looked at the two people and the one horse suspiciously, she didn't know what they were doing, but after all, she was not a bastard like the red-blooded dragon horse and Su Zhe, she was not as unscrupulous as Su Zhe and the others, since Yue Lingxin was not here, she didn't need to wait here, she informed Su Zhe, turned around and went out, with hundreds of spars, she was eager to give them to those senior sisters who needed spars.

After the little girl left, the red-blooded dragon horse sat on the chair with a big grin and lifted Erlang's legs, looked at the figure outside the door that was gradually moving away, and said, "I really didn't expect it, the huge Phantom Sound Pavilion, but all the spars rely on one woman to bear it." ”

Su Zhe thoughtfully, picked up a pot of tea and took a sip, got up and closed the doors and windows, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, there are still five days before the trial of the new disciples, Su Qiaoqiao and they are preparing for the Tianjiao trial, and we can't pull it down, God knows if there is a big master hidden in that group of new disciples, and I don't have a bottom in my heart if I don't reach the level of cultivation." ”

"You really don't give up any opportunity to cultivate, this month's chick has given you a lot of encouragement." The red-blooded dragon horse shook his head.

Su Zhe snorted arrogantly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and popped out a hundred spars with his fingers, and the rich Yuan Qi stirred to all corners of the room in an instant, Su Zhe's face was calm, his eyes were deep, as if he was integrated with heaven and earth, and the Qi Body Source Flow Heart Method suddenly burst out in an instant.

The silk source Qi climbed down his pores to his body, and Su Zhe breathed for a long time, and began to guide these energies into his body, nourishing every cell, so that both the body and the heart fire source were baptized and purified.

As time passed, his body gradually emitted a faint light, like a bright pearl in the quiet room.

The red-blooded dragon horse pursed his lips, his eyes purred, and he also entered the meditation, after untying the spirit rope, it absorbed the origin qi three points faster than Su Zhe, and the surrounding source qi slowly gathered, turning into wisps of energy, constantly pouring into its body.

Its body seemed to become a bottomless black hole, devouring everything.

However, it was not a greedy devouring, but a dry pond moistened by rain, and in just a few moments, its body began to emit a faint glow, which reflected the moonlight.

The light was not dazzling, but it made people feel an inexplicable sense of strangeness and oppression, and after a while, unknown creatures in the shape of dragons were floating on the body surface of the red-blooded dragon horse, and the roar of demon beasts from the primeval period could be faintly heard.

If Su Zhe opened his eyes, he would definitely cry out in surprise.

At this moment, the red-blooded dragon horse seems to be integrated with the entire mountain peak, echoing with the source qi between heaven and earth, and the surrounding scenery seems to change with its breathing, and the outline of the mountain gradually becomes clear in the morning light, and the clouds and mist are shrouded, like a fairyland.

As the red-blooded dragon horse continued to absorb, the purple mist around it began to surge, as if it was alive, and an invisible energy emanated from its body, permeating the room, filling the entire space with a mysterious atmosphere.

The surrounding purple mist quickly dissipated under this powerful energy, and the entire room trembled, as if some mysterious force was tearing through the void.

Suddenly, a deafening roar sounded, and the entire room trembled, and a red light shot up from the body of the red-blooded dragon horse, piercing the sky, and reflecting the entire sky scarlet.

The blood light was also mixed with a trace of evil energy, which was as terrifying as an ancient beast, but this blood light was only fleeting in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.

At the same time, in the realm of the main sect of the Yunmeng Sect, several meditating figures suddenly startled.

An old man with white hair and a long beard stood up and looked in the direction where the red light had disappeared.

In another secret room, there was also an old man who raised his eyes and looked into the sky.

Almost at the same time, several old men spoke:

"The breath of the Ancient Supreme."

"A power that transcends the Ancient Realm."

"Who the hell is it?"