Zhao Zhao's cry quickly attracted the attention of the others, Xu Lianjun and Yan Yushuang were the first to react, how could the two of them still care about the matter at hand, and their figures fell to Zhao Zhao's side in a flash,

"What about Xie Zhengren?" Xu Lianjun asked eagerly.

Zhao Zhao pointed to the blooming flowers in front of him: "My mother was sucked in by something." ”

This change happened almost instantaneously.

After seeing Xu Lianjun, Zhao Zhao finally reacted at this time, and without waiting for her to speak, she plunged into the flowers, but she failed to disappear in place like Xie Zheng, but maintained the strange posture of her feet facing the sky and plunging into the flowers.

Xu Lianjun: "......"

She had no choice but to pull Zhao Zhao out, and then said to Yan Yushuang: "You are in charge of the overall situation here, and I will report to the sect master." ”

It seemed that they were not surprised by things, except for being a little surprised at first, Xu Lianjun and Yan Yushuang's reactions could even be called calm.

Song Heng pouted, deeply curious, and couldn't help asking, "Yushuang, aren't you all worried about Xie Zheng?" What if something happens to her? ”

When Yan Yushuang heard this, she turned her head, glanced at him coldly, and said, "Senior Sister Xie's cultivation is unfathomable, and in this world, there is no situation that she can't handle. ”

Outside of the words, Yan Yushuang was simply blindly confident in Xie Zheng, and Song Heng smiled and didn't speak.

On Luoxiang Peak, even if there was this unexpected incident, the recruitment of the two hundred disciples was not delayed by half a minute, and when the moon set, Yan Yushuang and the others had already made a final list in their hands, and as soon as Xie Zheng came back, they could set off for the demon world.

The people outside were waiting for Xie Zheng, and Xie Zheng himself at this moment, I have to say, a little miserable.

Under your feet is a bottomless abyss, and above your head is a smooth cliff with no point of strength, and if you are not careful, you will be crushed.

Obviously, he was full of spiritual power, but he couldn't use any spells other than swordsmanship, he could neither fly up with his sword nor fly in the air, he could only step on this fragile dead tree and fight against the people on the opposite cliff.

To be exact, on the sword formation.

Holding the sword with one hand, using the sword as a pen, from coming in to this moment, the sun rises and the moon sets, and after three days, she has not stopped carving the sword formation for a moment, while resisting the opponent's attack, seeing the moves, and maintaining the attack, in order not to be swallowed by the opponent's sword array.

Miserable.

The dead tree at her feet trembled as if it would break at any moment, and she carefully leaned against the cliff wall, transferring most of the weight of her body so that the dead tree could last a little longer.

In the past three days, she shouted to the other side more than once, wanting to ask what this place was, but the other party only had one sentence from beginning to end, and he was only qualified to ask questions if he won it.

To put it bluntly, Xie Zheng never thought that his talent and attainments in swordsmanship would be worse than anyone else, and if she was given enough time, it was inevitable that she would surpass her master.

But the swordsmanship of the person on the other side is far above her, not even worse than Xun Lang Jianzun, and the other party does not enter the oil and salt, does not listen to people at all, and the sword formation drawn is still unheard of and unseen by her before, and she can be caught off guard in every round.

After the three days of fighting, Xie Zheng almost racked her brains, and used all the swordsmanship and sword formations in the past, and now she is a little powerless, just when she hesitated whether to use the afterlife swordsmanship, a spiritual light flashed in her mind.

At this moment, the opponent's next attack was already approaching, and the sword shadows that covered the sky and the sun swept in, almost obscuring the noon daylight.

Xie Zheng also painted the scoop according to the gourd, and also learned the direction of this sword formation, and drew an identical, equally huge sword momentum in an instant, making a deafening sound, almost overturning the sky.

The two identical sword formations released almost the same enormous power, but when they collided with each other, the power of the explosion was incomparable.

The sword intent has not dissipated for a long time.

There was no movement on the other side for a long time, as if he didn't expect Xie Zheng to be able to reproduce an identical sword formation in an instant, I don't know if he was shocked or thinking of a new move.

Xie Zheng didn't care a lot, and finally took a small advantage, and couldn't wait to raise his voice and shouted: "Hey, old man, do you know what this trick is called?" It's called attacking the spear of the son with the spear of the son! Don't bother with it, no matter what sword formation you come up with, I can draw the same one! ”

It is a provocation and a temptation.

After a while, the old man on the other side let out a low laugh: "What if you have learned all the sword formations of the old man?" You won't be an opponent of the old man. ”

Xie Zheng: "......"

Hell, this old man must be sick.

After thinking about it, she shouted again, and her tone became even more arrogant: "Who do you think you are?" My master is the world's first sword cultivator Xun Lang Sword Venerable, those sword formations of yours, do you think I am rare to learn? ”

"Xun Lang... Sword Venerable? The other party smacked these words carefully in his mouth, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed loudly: "Since you are his apprentice, don't you know who I am?" ”

Xie Zheng: "? ”

How the hell do I know who you are?

She subconsciously wanted to fight back, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that something was wrong, this old man seemed to know her master?

"You old man, pretending to be a ghost, who are you? What do you want to do by getting me into this place? ”

If it weren't for stepping on a crumbling dead tree, Xie Zheng would even have jumped up and quarreled with the other party.

After scolding, Xie Zheng suddenly remembered what Sima Wen had said, Shizun and Mr. Xunyou, the Confucian saint of Bailu Academy, and Wan Qixiang, the city lord of Tangtang City, who were the three of them studying under - Cuiwei Mountain Lord?

In an instant, Xie Zheng's eyelids jumped, and a bad luck premonition rushed from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

"You... You old man, you can't be the master of Cuiwei Mountain, right? ”

As soon as the words fell, the fragile dead tree under her feet was finally overwhelmed, and with a click, it broke apart, Xie Zheng screamed, and his body fell straight down.

This abyss looked high, in fact, it was about to bottom out after a while, Xie Zheng screamed all the way, and he couldn't even rely on the sword momentum to cushion the impact of the fall, seeing that he was about to hit the ground with his face, Xie Zheng tried hard to turn the falling posture, but in the next moment, she suddenly stopped the falling trend as if she had been grabbed by the collar.

The earth was less than two feet away from her, and she froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment before she came to her senses, tilted her head, and looked at the man who was holding her collar.

It was not an imaginary old man, but a handsome middle-aged man wearing a wide-sleeved white robe with a long sword around his waist, with a meticulous bun on his head, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a few fine lines at the end of his eyes, showing his true age.

Xie Zheng looked at him, was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "No, you won't be my master's father, right?" ”