Dongfang Zimo slowly walked to a Taishi chair, stretched out his hand and crossed the dusty armchair, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

In the newly renovated hall, a petite girl came in from the door with a smile on her hand and a middle-aged man in a blue robe.

Outside, there was a young man from Muna who followed behind the two in a daze, looking like a servant.

The blue-robed man directly ignored Dongfang Zimo and sat on the Taishi chair, while the petite girl stood aside with a mischievous look.

"Zimo, you will follow the little girl in the future and take care of her carefully." The blue-robed man said in an unquestioning tone.

"Since it was ordered by the seniors, I naturally didn't dare to disobey." The young man bowed his head and said respectfully.

The petite girl stared at the young man with a curious expression, covering her mouth and laughing.

"Yaoyu, senior......" Dongfang Zimo stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the scenery in front of him suddenly disappeared in a blur, and the entire hall turned back into a dark and old appearance.

Dongfang Zimo smiled bitterly in place, everything was just his own fantasy.

However, Dongfang Zimo felt very suspicious about the situation here, and after exploring all the nearby rooms, Dongfang Zi came to the courtyard full of small pits.

"Sure enough, there are signs of fighting, what is going on here." Dongfang Zimo frowned and stared at the fist-sized holes on the ground, muttering to himself.

……

In the sky above a wild place, three figures quickly streaked through the air.

A young man in a brocade robe and jade belt stepped on a flying sword, his expression was extremely flustered, and he looked back from time to time.

Several fireballs flew in, and the face of the man in brocade and jade belt sank, and he manipulated the flying sword to dodge the fireball bombardment with difficulty.

Behind him, two strangely dressed men looked fierce, and kept throwing talismans to bombard the brocade-clothed man in front of him.

The three of them crossed mountain after mountain like this, and the brocade-clothed man had to expend his mana every time he dodged the attack, and was finally shot down during a dodge.

Seeing this, the two monks smiled and fell downward, and controlled a long sword to shoot straight at the brocade-clothed man.

The flying sword is menacing, and it is bound to be wiped out directly, the man in brocade was shocked, and with a slap of the storage bag, a sparkling talisman flew away, turning into a phantom bronze bell to protect it.

There was a muffled buzzing sound, and cracks appeared in the bronze bell, and it was destroyed in less than a moment.

The man in brocade had also jumped to dozens of feet at this time.

After the sword broke through the bell, it returned to the hands of a monk.

"I'll see what else you're capable of when you're dying." One of the monks let out a sinister laugh, then pinched his fingers, and a blue talisman was thrown, transforming into three thick icicles.

Seeing this scene, the man in brocade was like ashes, in order to escape for his life, he had already used all the magic weapons and talismans on his body, and at this moment he was already poor in donkey skills.

Seeing the three icicles shooting like a grim reaper, the man in brocade could only stubbornly hold the long sword and swing it.

And at this moment, a sharp sword qi flew from above, directly slashing the three icicles into countless ice cubes.

"Who!"

This scene startled the two monks on the side, and they looked in the air in annoyance, and finally focused their eyes on a figure.

I saw that the man was dressed in a red robe, suspended in the air with a sword in one hand, and looked down with a cold expression.

"What does this fellow Daoist mean? If you are passing by, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible. A monk with a large mole on his face exclaimed, grimly.

"What if I say no?" The man in the air replied indifferently.

"Humph! Look for death! The monk, who had a large mole on his face, felt humiliated, and with a furious face, he stabbed the man with his sword.

Seeing this, the red-robed young man just raised his hand quietly and lightly, and a stream of sword qi rolled towards the flying sword, easily cutting the flying sword into pieces.

"What!" The monk with a large mole on his face screamed in surprise, and after carefully observing the breath of the man's body, he immediately guessed something.

And the companion beside him also noticed this, and the two looked at each other, and the next second they were about to flee with Edgeworth.

"Who allowed you to go!" The red-robed young man snorted coldly, and the blue long sword in his hand flew out, splitting into two flying swords at once, blocking the way of the two.

"Seniors spare their lives! Don't kill me! ”

The two looked at the long sword that was close at hand, and there was no doubt in their hearts, and they begged for mercy in horror.

However, the red-robed young man ignored the two of them, and flew up to the brocade-clothed man.

"Brother Dongfang, no...... Oriental predecessors. The man in brocade was shocked and shouted a little twisted.

"Brother Yun laughed, although you and I haven't seen each other for decades, no matter what the reason, we still commensurate ourselves with our peers." Dongfang Zimo looked at the clouds in front of him, who had already entered middle age from youth, and felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

This man in brocade is a disciple of the Qingshan Yun clan, and he also had a relationship with Dongfang Zimo in the past.

As soon as the two monks heard these conversations, their hearts sank, and they immediately felt that something bad was going to happen.

"By the way, Brother Yun, what's going on with these two people?" Dongfang Zimo's gaze fell on the two monks.

"Humph! These two people are the enemies of our Qingshan Yun Clan, Brother Dongfang should not let them go. Yunxiao glared at the two people angrily and said hatefully.

When Dongfang Zimo heard this, his eyes immediately revealed a hint of fierceness.

The two monks' hearts trembled, and they could no longer hold back the flying sword under their feet and fled.

Dongfang Zimo's mind moved, and the two flying swords floating in the air suddenly shot out with great spiritual light, and the speed was extremely fast.

After a while, two screams resounded in the distance, and then two rays of light flashed, and the two flying swords were combined into one and were put into the scabbard by Dongfang Zimo.

"Brother Dongfang hasn't seen him for decades, and his cultivation has actually progressed so fast! Could it be that you're already a foundation monk?! Yunxiao was frightened by Dongfang Zimo's strength, and the person who couldn't even deal with himself was easily eliminated in front of him.

"It's about the same, but I see that Brother Yun has made a lot of progress in his cultivation over the years." Dongfang Zimo swept it and learned that the other party was already at the eleventh level of Qi training.

"My cultivation is not worth mentioning in front of Brother Dongfang at all, but Brother Dongfang's appearance has not changed as before, but I am almost to the point of two gray sideburns." Yunxiao shook his head with a wry smile and said with some vicissitudes.

"If Brother Yun is worried about this, don't worry, I have some Zhuyan Dan here, why don't Brother Yun take it." Dongfang Zimo turned his hand into a palm, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

"No, with my qualifications, even if I take this pill, I won't last a few years and it will turn into a pile of dust." Yunxiao had already seen through his future in his heart, and smiled helplessly.