As the sun rises and sets several times, the ice phoenix takes Montaigne to the depths of the sea, avoiding the patrol monks and landing on the edge of an island.

From above, Montaigne had a clear view of the island.

The halls dotted all over the island, the palace group in the middle are brilliant, and they must be the core of Cangyuan Palace.

"The one who snatched the sycamore branch is in the palace not far away, right?" Montaigne asked the ice phoenix beside him.

"Chirp!"

The ice phoenix screamed softly.

"Good! I'm going to ask for an explanation, and you're waiting for me here. ”

The fire phoenix still hesitated a little and pecked Montaigne on the arm.

Montaigne raised the long stick in his hand and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, they are all one and the same heart, I just replaced the sycamore branch back, and I will never make trouble."

The fire phoenix didn't believe Montaigne's nonsense, and wanted to pull Montaigne, but was pouted by the impatient ice phoenix.

Montaigne laughed, jumped into the sea and rolled a few times, and then dragged his stick wet and walked towards the palace.

It didn't take long for Montaigne to be discovered by the patrolling monks.

"Stop! Who? Dare to trespass on Cangyuan Palace! ”

A white-robed monk fell from the sky, looking suspiciously at Montaigne, who was still dripping with water.

Montaigne looked at the monk with blank eyes, like a refugee who had been in the sea for too long and was a little unconscious.

But suddenly, Montaigne seemed to remember something, and raised the stick in his hand and whispered,

"I ...... I'm here to offer treasure......"

"Spies! This clumsy trick also tried to deceive me? ”

The monk shouted, waved his scimitar, and slashed at Montaigne.

Montaigne didn't dodge, and watched dumbfoundedly as the blade fell on his head.

But just as the blade was about to break the skin, a white light flashed, and the monk screamed in pain, and the scimitar fell to the ground.

On his wrist, he had an ice pick pierced.

"You! Demons! ”

The monk patted his waist, pulled out a bamboo tube and pulled the tail tip.

Biu~

Brilliant fireworks fly high into the sky, blasting colorful smoke.

At this time, Montaigne was really a little stunned, and he couldn't imagine that the monk still had this kind of old hat alarm method.

Any spell is stronger than this!

Looking at Montaigne's blank gaze, the monk was puzzled again.

According to his thoughts, Montaigne was either stubbornly resisting, or he hurried away, and he was the first to stand in the middle of the road and watch the fireworks for the police alarm.

More than a dozen figures arrived in an instant, and when they saw their injured companions, their faces changed drastically, and they surrounded Montaigne.

Montaigne lowered his head, his gaze still glazed.

"What's going on? This guy is obviously a mortal, how did he hurt you? ”

The leading monk still had some vision, and he could see that Montaigne did not cultivate.

"The stick in his hand is a powerful magic weapon, I was injured without even noticing, you must be careful!"

The wounded monk shouted and grabbed his companion as he was about to move.

Upon hearing this, everyone took a few steps back.

"Hey! Who are you? How did you get here? ”

The leader of the monks shouted and asked.

Montaigne seemed frightened at this time, and did not say a word, but just hugged the stick in his hand.

"I think he's been floating in the sea for too long, and he's delirious. I came here to rely on that magic weapon to shelter! ”

Someone took the initiative to compile Montaigne's history.

Montaigne nodded secretly in his heart, feeling that this person was really good.

The monk who first discovered Montaigne, holding his injured wrist, hesitated:

"He said he was here to offer treasures, did he just float here with a stick?"

More than a dozen people's eyes lit up, and they stared at the long stick in Montaigne's hand.

"Bring it back first!"

The leading monk cautiously went to Ramantine.

The stick in Montaigne's arms did not react, but the man obediently followed.

The leading monk breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Montaigne and flew towards the palace.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, Montaigne saw the sycamore stick, which was being grasped by a young man in his twenties.

When the young man saw the long stick in Montaigne's hand, his eyes lit up, and he strode towards it, "This is what you call the donor?" ”

Montaigne didn't move, as if he couldn't react to the young man's swift movements.

He didn't react, but the stick did.

I saw that the stick shook slightly, and a firelight shot out with a ding, and the young man's hand was scorched at once.

"Oops!"

The young man screamed in pain and quickly withdrew his hand.

The dozen or so monks who had brought Montaigne immediately gathered around like pugs, all of them with a caring face.

"Kill him! How dare you attack me! ”

The young monk roared.

But who would dare to move?

He is the one with the highest cultivation here, he can't bear the independent counterattack of the magic weapon, and the others haven't gone up to deliver food?

"What's going on? What's going on? ”

A middle-aged man was startled and walked out of the back room of the main hall.

He also saw the long stick in Montaigne's hand at a glance, and his eyes flashed.

An arrow rushed at him, and he was as impatient as the young man.

As if sensing that the strength of the person coming was stronger, the long stick roared softly, and at the same time released three strong lights of red, white and green, directly knocking the middle-aged man away.

His neat clothes instantly turned into strips of silk.

"What a magic weapon! You can force me back! ”

The person who came was not angry but happy, and his hand was neat and tidy again with a touch of his body.

Coming again, he spread his hands out in front of Montaigne,

"Give it to me!"

Montaigne's expression, which had always been sluggish, gradually became active at this time.

He hurriedly put the long stick in the middle-aged man's hand, and muttered and complained,

"I originally came to offer treasures, but you fought and killed, so you knew it...... I knew I was going somewhere else. ”

"Take it out! Give him some gold and silver! ”

As soon as the middle-aged man waved his hand, someone immediately lifted Montaigne out of the main hall.

"Daddy! What kind of treasure is this? ”

The young man with his hands still smoking, leaned around the middle-aged man and asked eagerly, looking eager to kick down his father and snatch the treasure.

"I can't see it, it's not gold or wood, and there's no sign of tempering, is it natural?"

The middle-aged man put the long stick in front of his eyes and carefully examined the red and white lines on it.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he snatched the sycamore wood from the young man's hand and put the two sticks together in a row.

The sycamore wood instantly emitted a brilliant light, and it exploded into a vigorous flame with a bang.

But it was all absorbed by the long stick, and the red lines on the stick body were even more brilliant.

"Wow!"

The father and son exclaimed at the same time, and they couldn't put down the long stick.

"Daddy!"

When the young man saw that his father was greedy, he was immediately reluctant.

"Huh!"

The middle-aged man laughed dryly, flicked his fingers on the long stick, and the clear sound of the stick was extremely pleasant.

"I'll think about it for a few days, and it's still yours when I turn around."

The young people did not want to, but they could only nod their heads.

The middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction, and was just about to turn around and walk back to the apse when he realized that something was wrong with the long stick in his hand.

The red lines are too brilliant, and the white lines seem to be unwilling to be compared, and they even begin to twist and swell.

As soon as he frowned and looked closely, he saw that the long stick began to shatter, and a breath of destruction quickly leaked out.

"Not good! Fooled! ”

The middle-aged man shouted loudly and quickly threw the long stick out of the hall.

But it was too late, and as soon as the long stick flew to the door of the temple, it exploded with a bang, overturning all the halls in an instant, and all the monks in the hall let out a painful wail.

At this time, Montaigne was already flying back under the claws of the fire phoenix.

No one gave him gold or silver, and the monks who took him away just threw Montaigne to the shore and told him to wait, saying that if anyone went to the mainland, they would take him back by the way.

But he didn't care what Montaigne would do while waiting.

Hearing a loud explosion, Montaigne grinned,

"Not bad! The power is ok. ”

The two phoenixes looked back into the distance, and the entire hall was in ruins, and the monks all over the island were running around like crazy, and they quickly tried their best to speed up and disappear in an instant.

"Xuantian Sect! I'm not done with you! ”

The middle-aged man held his son, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and stood in the ruins and looked up to the sky and roared.

No matter how stupid he is, he knows who played the trick, and the long stick obviously broke the internal balance of power and blew himself up.

......

Back to Xuantian Sect, it was already seven or eight days later, when Montaigne was thrown into the courtyard by the phoenix, everyone surrounded him.

Guo Jing shouted in a loud voice:

"Senior Brother Meng! Where have you been? We've searched all over the back mountains! ”

"Hehe, why are you so excited? Get ready, the people who robbed you and beat you are coming! This time I want you to do it yourself and beat me back! ”

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned, and the guess in their hearts was confirmed.

But what did Montaigne do to lure them to the Xuantian Sect, isn't this going to set off a sect war?

Only two days later, Xuantian Sect rang the bell with a passionate bell.

A large group of people fell into the main peak of the sect master, and immediately after, the angry shouts that covered the entire sect rang out.

"Qi Yuanhong! Let you quibble in every way, I will think that it was you Xuantian Sect who destroyed the Pinghai Hall of my Cangyuan Palace! Hand over the real murderer! Otherwise, you'll wait for the war! ”

Sect Master Qi was stiff at this time, and his unhurried voice also resounded through the sect,

"Even if there is a war, the cause is your Cangyuan Palace's indulgence! I ask you to calm the demons together, not to mention that the people you came don't make a difference, after grabbing the war profits, they also robbed the magic weapon of my Xuantian Sect disciples!

A mortal infiltrated and blew up your entire Pinghai Palace, what crazy thing did you Tang Qianyu say? ”

Everyone who was listening intently in the small courtyard focused their eyes on Montaigne.

Montaigne chuckled, noncommittal.

When he returned, he kept silent about what he had been missing for a few days, and now the truth was finally revealed.

"At war? My Xuantian Sect has answered! ”

A flat voice agreed to the request of Canghai Palace, but at once suppressed all the voices of the two giants that were deliberately spread out.

"My Xuantian Sect is slightly weaker, but it's not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others, so don't be wordy, let's go to war directly! Qi Yuanhong, you waste! led the team to fight, and let people rob their own people's magic weapons! ”

The Xuantian Sect fell silent again.

Montaigne was stunned and asked:

"Yo! Who's this? Unexpectedly crushed the Qi Sect Master! ”

"Great Elder ~ Former Sect Master ~ Yu Batian ~"

The voice of the ghost forest sounded behind Montaigne, and Qiao Cheng suddenly appeared.

Montaigne glanced back at him and smiled:

"Why are you here? I said I didn't do it, do you believe it? ”

"No~Believe~"

Qiao Cheng's voice was more lengthy and quiet, as if he wanted to ask Montaigne for his soul.

"Don't believe it! Yu Batian's name is good, I like it very much. ”

Montaigne forcibly diverted the subject.

Qiao Cheng didn't give up, and dragged the topic back again.

"The Great Elder came forward~, this matter is a big problem~"

"How old? Heaven and earth are falling apart? ”

Montaigne smiled disdainfully, turned his head and explained to a few friends,

"If the other party comes to provoke, those in the same realm will fight to the death! Those in different realms will be poisoned, and if you don't peep into the Dao realm, you can't bear the poison I gave you. ”

Qiao Cheng shuddered when he heard this, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Montaigne raise his hand with his back to him,

"Shut up! You are as soft as your master, and if you talk nonsense, I will forcibly send you back to Yuanshu. ”

Qiao Cheng smacked his lips and fell silent.