On the mallow tree, Huo Xu shivered from the cold.

Not far away, the powerhouses of the five sects stood condensed separately, covered with ice crystals, like a zombie without any breath of life.

The so-called Ling Han forging body means that when a strong person is in an extremely cold environment, he dissipates all his body protection power, allowing the cold qi to invade his body, causing his body to enter a sub-frozen state.

At this moment, the powerhouses of the five sects have all entered a sub-frozen state.

Although the ends of her hair were covered with frost, Shui Zhimei did not dare to sit still and forget to forge her body with a cold qi, and a pair of vigilant eyes flashed under the frost-like ice mist, occasionally sweeping anxiously to the sky.

Call!

Purple light flashed on the horizon.

When Shui Zhimei breathed a long sigh of relief, the strong men on the opposite side opened their eyes in unison, with a half-stiff face, and a pair of slightly sluggish eyes that showed cold air, reflected in the dim skylight, like a group portrait composed of suddenly resurrected ghosts.

Shui Zhizhi, who was fluttering in clothes, landed on Shui Zhimei's side, and without waiting for his sister to speak, he had already realized that he had already realized the salute: "Distinguished guests come here, Zhizhi is not welcome, it seems that the Shui Manor does not open the door of Tianshui Pavilion to entertain guests, I am afraid it is not enough to make amends to you." ”

No one spoke, no one even glanced at Shui Zhizhi, the powerhouses of the five sects were still staring at the eastern sky, the ice crystals all over their bodies were vaporized by the powerful Yuan Force, and in the wisps of mist drifting away in the wind, their originally frozen and solidified robes gradually became elegant and ironed.

Several sect masters' eyes were shining, and their eyes were full of deep meaning, faintly revealing inexplicable anticipation.

Under the eyes of everyone, three blue light clusters swept towards the Araoka like meteors, and in the blue light shattered shadow, the three blue-robed old men slowly landed beside the two Shui sisters.

Seeing the faces of the comers, Shui Zhizhi and Shui Zhimei hurriedly gave gifts.

"Elder Yuchen!" Huo Xu exclaimed in his heart.

He stopped shivering and stared intently, but the consternation in his eyes was magnifying exponentially.

Because, in addition to Yuchen, there were two other strange blue-robed people in his sight, and their appearances were very different, and the only similarity was······ Hoary.

The lamp is as old as dry oil!

The thin old man's face was withered, and although his eyes were shining, they were full of the vicissitudes of time, and the flow was slightly difficult, and when he raised his hand to salute the two Shui sisters in return, ten withered fingers were exposed.

Another blue-robed man was slightly chubby, with his back bent, his body resembled shrimp balls, and the deep wrinkles on his face were like furrows, slanting the tired bridge of his nose and the corners of his mouth, and his drooping eyelids covered the eyes that had long been blind.

"Xuanji Pavilion Master Mo Beishi and Gatekeeper Don't spare time!" Huo Xu was stunned in his heart, although he had never met them, but with the legends and the appearance of the two of them and the five five-pointed stars on the chest of their robes, he quickly guessed their identities.

The thin person is not sad in the world, and the rickety person is not sorry, both of them are nearly 100 years old, plus the jade dust that is more than eighty years old, which is the "three old bones" of the Xuanji Pavilion as Yuchen said.

The strength of a cultivator is not always proportional to his age, and no one can escape the shackles of the laws of nature.

Mo Beishi, Mo Xi Shi Mo said that they only have the strength of a five-star Yuanjue, even if they are strong people, at the age of 100 years, they should have hidden the world, hibernation in the secret room and cave to "live long", and prolong the rest of their lives as long as possible.

The two hundred-year-old men have not appeared in the outside world for more than ten years, and today a rare pair of people came to the Peerless Araoka, just to fight the grievances and defend the Yuan Dao system?

Huo Xu couldn't help but think about it.

Xuanji Pavilion is located in the Mangshan area more than 100 miles northeast of the Shui Clan Manor, if the five strong people choose to approach the Shui Manor from the east, west, and south directions, it will be difficult to alarm the three elders of the Xuanji Pavilion.

But they chose the Peerless Wasteland in the north, and put on such a big battle, it was difficult not to be noticed by Mo Beishi and others, could it be that all of this was ······ Deliberately?

Huo Xu's heart was shocked, and he instinctively realized that the five powerhouses were patronizing this place today, and he was afraid that it was not as simple as forcing the Shui clan to open the door of Tianshui Pavilion, but in a hurry, he didn't have time to get a glimpse of the true motives of the five powerhouses, and he couldn't figure out what the intention of the two hundred-year-old men did not hesitate to take the risk to terminate the state of "Nashou".

Call! Call! Phew······

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the broken wind, and Huo Xu followed the prestige, but saw more than a dozen figures rising and falling all the way, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the barren hills, scattered around Mo Beishi.

"See the Pavilion Master, the Gatekeeper, and the Elder." More than ten men and women, all young scholars, all saluted the three elders of Xuanji Pavilion.

Huo Xu's eyes lit up suddenly, half of the more than ten new arrivals were his acquaintances, and he used to meet them in the Nangong Youth Arena.

The young man at the beginning was named Ye Yubei, Jiuduan Yuanshi, who had just turned seventeen years old, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like paint, and a tall figure, which could be called the most handsome little guy in the world.

Behind Ye Yubei, there is a girl Jing Han who is less than seventeen years old, and the eighth section of Yuanshi, a pretty face and a pair of star eyes are just like her name, all of which reveal the chill of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

On Jing Han's side, stood her younger brother Jing Qi, who was about three months younger than Huo Xu, with a childish face, but he was already a second-stage Yuanshi.

Further out, there are the seventh-stage Yuanshi Void, the sixth-stage Yuanshi Wunian, the sixth-stage Yuanshi Yanran and others, all of whom are under the age of seventeen.

As for the overall strength of Xuanji Pavilion, Huo Xu is still quite aware, if you talk about class, even if you put Mo Beishi, Mo Xishi, and Yuchen among all the strong sects in the capital to judge, they are all top-notch figures.

And the most enviable achievement of the Xuanji Pavilion is that it has cultivated a group of young and handsome people, such as Yeyubei, Jinghan, and Void, who are not yet eighteen years old, and other sects of the same age can hardly match them.

However, the biggest hidden danger of Xuanji Pavilion is that the old ones are too old, the small ones are too small, and the middle layer pulls the crotch, except for the three old people on the scene, there are only eight middle-aged masters with mediocre strength who stay in the sect, and nine older scholars who are old and Miao, and they can't support too much of a scene······

Glimpsing Ye Yubei and the others, without waiting for the pavilion master to speak, Yuchen reproached: "What are you doing here!" ”

Ye Yubei respectfully said: "Elder Hui, the pavilion master and the gatekeeper are old, and they haven't left the sect for more than ten years, we really can't ······rest assured."

Yuchen interrupted sharply: "What's the matter with you? Get back! ”

Mo Beishi slowly glanced at the handsome man under his seat, and said slowly: "Brother Chen, it's okay, it's all here, just let it be, let them see the world and the hearts of the people." ”

On the opposite side, on the Araoka side, the sect masters of the five sects looked at more than a dozen young people and even young scholars not far away for a long time, with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts, and mixed tastes.

If any of the five sects has such a strong talent reserve, why can't they dominate the major sects in the capital in the future!

Staring at the young and handsome people, Mei Ding's eyes unconsciously filled with deep coldness, but when his gaze moved to Mo Beishi's face, his expression eased, and he squinted his eyes slightly and smiled:

"Hidden for more than ten years, once ruined, it's a pity, Old Pavilion Master Mo's actions are incomprehensible."

Mo Beishi said coldly: "Human nature is greedy, and now it is even worse, Xuanji Pavilion and the Shui clan are close neighbors to each other, and they should watch and help each other." ”

"Hehe, nosy!" Mei Ding put his hands behind his back, first sneered, then snorted coldly, and then turned to Shui Zhizhi and said: "Mei Mou Ming people don't say secret words, the five strong people are here today, just to go to Tianshui Pavilion to explore the secrets, whether the water patriarch understands or resists, I can't help you, don't talk nonsense, lead the way!" ”

The domineering voice fell, Shui Zhimei's face changed suddenly, and Yao looked at Mei Ding angrily.

Shui Zhizhi tried his best to control his emotions and said slowly: "The Shui clan used to have a great relationship with the various sects in the capital, and ten years ago it was called the same qi and branches, but today you really want to tear your face, is it difficult for a strong man?" ”

"Shui Zhizhi, don't preempt the moral high ground and sympathize!" A rude male voice rang out from the crowd.

Huo Xu fixed his gaze and fished a short middle-aged man out of the crowd.

This person is the Wanshan Society's Zunkong Sermon, a three-star Yuanjue, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, like a red pupil.

The empty sermon said viciously: "I advise you to be interested, don't think that you have something to rely on and be lucky, it's useless, there are no thighs here!" ”

A tall and fat man flashed out of the crowd, but it was the sect master of the Qingxiao Sect and the three-star Yuanjue, who raised his hand and shook the cuffs of his blue robe, and said with a smile:

"Don't forget, the ancestors of the Shui clan obtained those divine skills from the Mirong tribe, and back then, thanks to the help of countless strong people, the combined efforts of countless strong people should be shared by the sects of the world."

"That's right." The Jiuqu Hui respected Quan Weili and echoed in the crowd: "Back then, the ancestor of my whole clan helped the Shui clan attack, one dead and five injured, and the price paid was so heavy!" ”

His eyes flickered, and Shui Zhizhi said aggrievedly: "Back then, the Shui clan conquered Mi Rong, and many strong people with foreign surnames volunteered to help, and afterwards the ancestors of the Shui clan returned with heavy gifts, each with a reward, the past has already turned the page, you revisit the old accounts of hundreds of thousands of years ago, aren't you afraid of making the world's sects laugh?" ”

"Shame? No, it won't. Ji Fang, who had been silent for a long time, ignored the existence of the three elders of Xuanji Pavilion, tilted his chin slightly, and said with a smile on the Zhizhi of the water:

"Shui Patriarch, no one is forcing you, you have to figure it out, for hundreds of thousands of years, have the powerful people of the Shui Clan ever penetrated the mysteries of those divine skills? No, instead of letting them sit idle and be like waste, it is better to open the door of convenience for those who are destined, turn waste into treasure, and if you can achieve a few peerless powerhouses, it will be a great achievement.

It is said that the situation of the Shui clan in the Five Clans Alliance is a little delicate, today the Shui clan has a credit to the five strong people, and the strong people of the five sects will return the favor in the future, this account, it is not difficult for the water patriarch to calculate clearly······"

"Shut up!" A loud shout suddenly interrupted Ji Fang's words.

The person who drank hard was not sorry for the time, his appearance was declining, and his voice was loud: "The exercises and techniques obtained by the ancestors of the Shui clan have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, and they have long been filled with the hard work and long-cherished wishes of countless strong people of the Shui clan.

However, as a well-known figure in various sects, you have openly trampled on the Yuan Dao system, tried your best to coerce and lure, and acted under the means, to the point of anger and resentment.

Die to shame! ”

Slowly smiled, Ji Fang's eyes gradually revealed a cold light like hell: "Is this a challenge, the gatekeeper has not been out of the pavilion for more than ten years, and he must be itching to be unbearable, okay, Ji will accompany you!" ”

This heavy remark was slammed down, rolling over everyone's heads like thunder, and the powerhouses of the five sects smelled the smell of gunpowder, and their eyes flashed with excitement and inexplicable light.

Seeing that Ji Fang unusually abruptly gave a war letter to the gatekeeper of this sect, the pavilion master Mo Beishi's face turned pale, and he couldn't believe his ears.

He raised his thin right arm, grabbed the sparse long beard on his chin, and said in a deep voice: "Sect Master Ji is unreasonable, and he doesn't listen to dissuasion, he just wants to use force, right?" ”

"Huh." Over there, Mei Ding immediately sneered: "It seems that the Mo Pavilion Master plans to end up in person, or not, Mei Mou has admired Your Excellency's name for a long time, and he will naturally not let go of the opportunity to ask for advice in person today." However, it has to be made clear, there is no competition between the Yuanjue, only fighting! ”