The white-shirted youth and the black-shirted youth were punished with whips, removed from their status as inner disciples, and sent to Xiaochi Feng and Xiaomeifeng of the outer gate.

The disciples of the stewardship who contacted the white-shirted youth were expelled from the sect.

Liu Huaiyu, the senior brother of the steward, was sentenced to a year in cold prison.

The cold prison is in the underground of Juyue Peak, and the spiritual energy inside is thin, and it is filled with a cold aura that is enough to pierce bones and pierce divine souls.

The cold prison is divided into eighteen layers, and in the eighteenth layer, there are once great demons, demons, and righteous path repairs who have made great mistakes.

Liu Huaiyu went to the first layer, he should have gone to the second layer, and his master took the initiative to go to the sixth layer to be punished and took a share of the crime for him.

They don't do much. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are grievances, and the same is true for cultivators, and every year there will be such a battle of will in the valley, but there has never been such a serious punishment.

The punishment is set by the master.

Because Xia Jing and Shui Xin, with one person and one sword, easily defeated two monks of the same generation who were definitely not weak.

is also because Xia Jing is the Taoist companion of Qingxia Ancestor.

Even more because Xia Jing went to Jade Cicada Peak.

The heavens, enveloping the Quartet, giving birth to the Quartet, can not be said to be great, but few monks fear the sky, and there are often madmen who shout to break the sky and tear the sky, because the sky is merciful and never punishes them.

Xia Jing was not merciful, he said to the jade cicada that Qinglanfeng wanted an explanation.

Of course, he can represent Qinglan Peak. The Fuguang Sect can forget Qinglan Peak, but it can never ignore Qinglan Peak.

The head then gave him an explanation.

Except for the friends around the five punished people, no one cared about them, and the peak master elders of the six peaks cared more about another matter.

When did Xia Jing get angry? Why is his swordsmanship so exquisite, and he can easily defeat the opponent of the upper realm of qi cultivation with the cultivation of the lower realm of qi?

The answer came from Li Jincheng's mouth and spread all over the top level of Liufeng.

Xia Jing had already absorbed his qi a month ago, and as for swordsmanship, most of them had been learned in Qinglan Peak.

Xia Jing started in the early months, that is to say, it only took a few days for the teenager to absorb his anger.

If it was three hundred years ago, a few days of qi could only be regarded as an excellent talent, and it was only worth a glance from the peak lords and elders.

But now, the spiritual treasure used in the Fuguang Sect to assist in qi acceptance, after it was lost with the death of Qinglan Zhenren three hundred years ago, the disciple who practiced the fastest took more than twenty days to absorb qi.

Xia Jing actually only took a few days, his talent is so high?

Jade Cicada looked at the contemplative appearance of the senior brothers and sisters, and felt interesting. He thought that if he told them that it only took a moment for Xia Jing to really accept his anger, then the expressions of the senior brother and the senior sister must be even more wonderful.

The heavy punishment of the five people who caused trouble was regarded as the dual role of Qingxia's disciple and Xia Jing's qualifications.

The young man who caused this turmoil was lying on the bamboo couch in the courtyard at the moment, looking at a scroll of pictures.

Yun Yiyi danced a sword in front of him, Shui Xin meditated in the side room, and the wind swept a handful of dust and blew through the two flowers in the corner.

Xia Jing was looking at the distribution map of the heavenly aura given by the jade cicada.

It is said that the Heavenly Spirit Qi is scattered in the valley, and the disciples rely on means and luck, in fact, all the real people in the Purple Mansion Realm can use their divine sense to find out the location and rough grade of the Heavenly Spirit Qi, and then give a map.

On the matter of Izumo Peak, Xia Jing has not yet made up his mind, so he has to discuss it with Izumoko.

He decided to step up his cultivation first, and cultivation was the most important thing.

In fact, as far as he is concerned, it is okay not to accept the heavenly aura, the effect of the heavenly aura is only in front of the Purple Mansion, and the Purple Mansion is not his end.

However, the Fuguang Sect felt that the Heavenly Spiritual Qi was important, and the cultivation world felt that the Heavenly Spiritual Qi was important, and in front of the Purple Mansion Realm, the Heavenly Spiritual Qi could indeed increase the power of the Sword Dao.

If he didn't accept the Heavenly Aura, he would be weaker in front of the Purple Mansion Realm, and besides, someone would definitely despise him because he didn't accept the Heavenly Aura, and come to him for trouble.

He doesn't like trouble.

Closing the atlas, he simply pointed to Yun Yiyi's sword, summoned the water heart, and the sword went to the place where the heavenly aura was most dense.

It was a large crypt in the middle of the valley.

No one knows how long the crypt is or where it leads, but it is like an ant cave that has expanded 10,000,000,000 times, with many forks and extremely wide and deep.

The heavenly aura gathers inside.

The water core falls next to the entrance.

Five or six disciples stayed at the edge of the cave, their faces pale, covered in sweat, lying or lying, embarrassed, as if they had gone through a great battle.

There is a great battle in the crypt of the earth.

Just as that third-class golden aura urged the surrounding trees, the heavenly aura under the earth cave also exuded its own power all the time.

Something in the crypt was attracting them, and the crypt was a great battlefield, a battlefield of heavenly aura.

The disciples who go to the Great Crypt are ordinary people who have broken into the battlefield, not only are they not protected by any regulations, but they also have to endure the flames of war from all sides.

Seeing Xia Jing and Shui Xin, the disciples who were resting on the ground raised their heads.

They were the disciples of the subordinate sects of the Fuguang Sect, and they had already taken in their own mountain gate and made all the preparations before they were sent to the Fuguang Sect by their own teachers.

Seeing the two strangers, especially one of them, who was still a senior sister of the Wuzhang Realm who could resist the sword, the disciples got up one after another.

"I don't know who this senior brother is?" A disciple asked.

"Qinglan Peak, Xia Jing."

These disciples had never seen Xia Jing's appearance, but they had heard the name Xia Jing, and the three words of Qinglan Peak alone were enough to amaze them.

Xia Jing had no interest in chatting, and jumped into the crypt after reporting his name.

The crypt was neither wide nor narrow, just enough for a person to walk freely, and a lantern powered by spirit stones on the ground emitted a gentle light, illuminating the cave.

Xia Jing walked forward quickly, the light of the lantern gradually weakened, the heavenly aura gradually intensified, and the fluctuations of the heavenly aura suppressed the operation of the spiritual power in the lantern.

Xia Jing passed by three disciples, and the three of them were in different sections, frowning, gritting their teeth, and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

No disciple will accept the Heavenly Spiritual Qi in the Great Crypt, this crypt has been made into a fortress by the Heavenly Spiritual Qi, and it is difficult to break into, let alone snatch the members in the fortress?

The disciples all regarded this crypt as a grinding, they opened the sea of qi, tempered it with the fluctuations of the heavenly aura, let it get used to it, and let it be stained with the breath of the heavenly aura. Then go to the forest, find a lonely heavenly aura, lure and kidnap.

A little further on, the light of the lantern is no different from that of a firefly, and the night is full of colors in front of it.

It was the color of the Heavenly Spiritual Qi that interacted with each other and distorted it.

Seeing that the young man was about to move forward, Shui Xin raised his palm, and a light lit up in his palm, dispelling the night and the fluctuations of the heavenly aura, protecting Xia Jing's body.

Ordinary monks who are in the lower realm of qi cultivation should retreat in embarrassment here.

Xia Jing glanced at Shui Xin and continued to go down.

The colors of the night became more and more brilliant, the light on Shui Xin's hands slowly faded, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

There was a fork in the road ahead, Xia Jing hesitated for a moment, and chose to go down.

I don't know how long she walked, and the girl almost stuck to Xia Jing's back, because the light in her hand could only resist the night with a radius of her arm.

Xia Jing could feel the girl's wet clothes and soft body.

"This is already a gathering place for second-rank heavenly aura." The girl spoke.

No further, she couldn't protect Xia Jing.

"Take it, I'm fine." Xia Jing took the girl's hand and blocked the light.

Darkness overwhelmed them in an instant.

The water heart is fine, and it is indeed terrifying for the second-rank Heavenly Spiritual Qi to gather, but she is a monk in the Wuzhang Middle Realm, which is enough to resist them.

But the monks of the Qi Cultivation Realm can't.

The girl was busy touching the summer scene.

That is, the seed disciples of each sect go to the gathering place of the third-rank spiritual energy is the end, and moreover, they start to practice from the fifth-rank, rather than going to the third-rank zone all at once.

The fluctuation of the second-rank heavenly spiritual qi can easily shred the qi sea dantian of the qi cultivation realm, scratch the spiritual root or even break the spiritual root, causing irreparable damage!

She touched Xia Jing's sea of qi, there was no blood, there was no riot of heavenly spiritual qi fluctuations, and the heavenly spiritual qi around the young man was exceptionally peaceful.

She tilted her head to look at the boy.

"It's a little uncomfortable." Xia Jing used his fingers to push away the Heavenly Spiritual Qi that wanted to drill into his Qi Sea, he was not used to being so close to things other than swords and maidens.

He continued on, turning a corner.

The night turned white, and the sea of qi in the heart of the water was stirred up by the fluctuations of the heavenly spiritual energy, and the spiritual root trembled slightly.

She couldn't support it anymore.

"You wait here." Xia Jing said.

Shui Xin was shocked, reached out to grab his shirt, and grabbed it.

The boy's back disappeared into the white night.

She looked up at the outside of the cave, hesitating whether to go back to Qinglan Peak to inform her master and ancestor, and in the end, she listened to Xia Jing's words, sat cross-legged in front of Bai Ye, and took a spirit stone to replenish the spiritual energy consumed.

She was puzzled, the white night was a place where the aura of the first day gathered, why did Xia Jing still move forward, where did she want to go?

She wondered what was behind the white night.

The white night is followed by the night. One by one, the sword qi cut through the light, cut the first-class heavenly aura that can make the small and medium-sized sects crazy, and crush this precious treasure of heaven and earth to use it to cultivate a sword.

Xia Jing stood in front of the sword. He didn't expect that if he came to find a heavenly aura, he would have an unexpected joy.