This is from the eldest lady of Huishan, who is only a few miles away from Longhu Mountain.

Now it is only two or seven years old, but it has grown slim, like a noble golden orchid, with picturesque eyebrows and light lips.

A fair-skinned and tall figure, coupled with a purple dress with a unique charm.

can't help but make the pilgrims on the mountain road frequently look sideways, and they are colorful.

"Brother Qi, this Wudang Mountain doesn't look as prosperous as Zhao Tianshi said."

"It's far worse than Dragon Tiger Mountain."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng, all the way up the mountain, casually looked at everything in Wudang Mountain.

The bluestone platform floor is far less than the spacious mountain road of Longhu Mountain, and there has never been a dense forest that has been trimmed and decorated.

and the pilgrims around him, who are far from being able to be called endless.

Compared with the purple gold and luxury of Longhu Mountain, all kinds of things here are still too far behind.

"Miss Xuanyuan only sees the surface of this Wudang Mountain."

"Look at the steaming clouds behind the top of the mountain, is there some sign of the glow and the purple clouds churning?"

A young Taoist priest who was called Brother Qi by Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

The face is like a crown of jade, the momentum is extraordinary, and it is the leader among the young generation of Longhu Mountain.

His name is Qi Xianxia.

It is an alternative Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain who only cultivates the way of the sword and does not cultivate the way of heaven.

He is also a person who is said to have one-third of Lu Zu's sword embryo by the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master.

A natural kendo body.

Qi Xianxia said, and pointed to the purple-clothed girl on the side of him, the strange cloud scenery above the main peak of Wudang Mountain.

The girl in purple looked at that scene and nodded dimly.

I don't see why.

"Old Heavenly Master Zhao said that Wudang Mountain gave birth to a son of meteorology, and he is a person who has the destiny of heaven who does not lose the luck of the son of heaven."

"Wudang Mountain, where he is, looks inferior to Longhu Mountain now."

"But within ten years, it will inevitably surpass Longhu Mountain."

"This is also the main reason why Zhao Xichuan led the way and led me to this Wudang Mountain to discuss the Tao this time."

"Come and compete for the title of the Taoist ancestral court for the next twenty years."

Qi Xianxia said, slowly lowering his eyes.

He wasn't interested in anything like the Taoist Ancestral Garden.

The reason why he wanted to participate in this Wudang Discussion was naturally to come to the son of the weather who was predicted by the Heavenly Master.

to judge the way of the other with his own sword.

Let's see if your own sword is stronger, or if the other party's Dao as a child of weather is stronger.

"I see."

"Is it just the Daomen fighting for status?"

"No wonder my father asked me to keep up with this trip to your Dragon and Tiger Mountain."

"It is said that it will allow me to see a wider world."

"Now that I think about it, the real fighting method of the two Daomen is really interesting."

The girl in purple couldn't help but have a sparkle in her eyes, although their Xuanyuan family was a famous martial arts giant in the rivers and lakes.

But the magical spell battle between the Daomen still couldn't help but look forward to it.

The team led by Zhao Xichuan, one of the four heavenly masters of Longhu Mountain, approached the main peak of Wudang.

I already saw the mountain road in front of the mighty Wudang real people and disciples.

Wang Chonglou, the leader, is naturally familiar with him.

The two are still Taoist priests, far from being called real people, so they often have dealings.

This is almost unseen.

The other party is already a Daomen immortal master who can cut off the vicissitudes with one finger.

And he is not bad, he has become a person of the Four Heavenly Masters.

"Brother Wang's Jiazi has not been seen, and his body bones are getting tougher and stronger."

There was also a little black hair Zhao Xichuan facing Wang Chonglou, who was full of white hair.

Laughing and talking.

"Zhao Tianshi has come from thousands of miles away, hurry up and take a look."

Wang Chonglou looked at the person who led the team of Dragon and Tiger, and it was Zhao Xichuan, who had the most temper in Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

The smile on his face was even stronger, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to invite the other party into the mountain.

The two stood side by side and had a good conversation.

It's just that the disciples of the two sides are walking side by side, which reflects a big gap.

Wudang Mountain has always pursued quiet and inaction, and there is no dispute with the world.

The Taoist priests of Wudang all looked peaceful and humble.

But the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, including Naqi Xianxia, are about to look arrogant.

Walking with his chest high and his head up, flicking his sleeves to help the wind, he didn't bother to look at his Wudang colleagues on the side.

While the two sides are moving forward together.

In the mountains and forests in the distance, a huge machine rushed towards him.

Among the Dragon and Tiger Daoists who were able to participate in this discussion, the weakest was also a three-grade realm cultivator.

Naturally, you can clearly feel that this is not just a gust of wind.

It is also the aftermath of the collision of two powerful qi engines.

The original arrogant expressions all turned their heads in surprise.

Look in the direction where the qi machine is stirring.

"Brother Wang, when did Wudang become so martial and fight and compete."

Old Heavenly Master Zhao Xichuan felt the vigorous and powerful wave of qi, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and said with some curiosity.

The two people who fought this fight are not weak in cultivation.

One person already has a finger atmosphere, and the qi is restrained but extremely explosive.

The other person's breath is even more vast, and it is even more transpiring than the celestial qi machine.

It should be two real people from the elders who are discussing the Tao.

Zhao Xichuan couldn't help but think like this in his heart.

"It's that index Xuanqi machine, this person deserves to be my opponent."

Qi Xianxia in the team felt these two majestic qi machines, and the iron sword behind him was faintly trembling.

His eyes converged with golden light and he said in a deep voice.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cultivation is no more than the five-grade realm, and there are some random looks for unknown reasons.

"Zhao Tianshi laughed."

"Zhiheng, go and call your junior uncle to come over, and prepare to discuss the scriptures with the senior brothers of Longhu Mountain."

"Also, see if your senior brother still wants to retreat, and if not, ask him to come with him."

Wang Chonglou did not hide the smile on his face.

He said to Zhiheng, who had matured a lot on the side.

"Yes, Master."

When Zhiheng heard this, he made a salute, and immediately stepped towards the peak where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was located.

Lush mountains.

The two white rainbows still collided with unabated momentum.

Along the way, a lot of thick trees were broken.

Both are signs of not stopping.

Until Zhiheng arrived quickly, he looked at the scene of the mountain road full of gravel and wood residues with a shocked face.

I was more and more in awe of Hong Xixiang and Wu Changqing in my heart.

Wu Changqing and Hong Xixiang were in a trance, spanning dozens of zhang in an instant, and appeared in another mountain road constantly colliding.

"Uncle Junior...... Brother. ”

"The master will let you go to the main peak."

Zhi Hengsheng was afraid that the two would forget about the battle and would not hear his words.

He suddenly took a breath, like a Buddhist lion's roar, and shouted.

Resounding through half of the mountain forest.

also succeeded in making the two people who couldn't argue stop completely.

Hong Hee-sang sat on the rocks beside the stream and breathed heavily.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.

Wu Changqing had a calm face, mixed with a hint of a smile.

How it was before it started, it is still like that now.