The head of the Qiantian faction has blossomed, and this year, because of the variable of Gu Yitian, their sect will no longer be at the bottom, which also means that there is hope for the rise of the Qiantian faction in the future.

It's just that the Boyang Dao people didn't expect that the Falling Dust Sect also produced a dark horse, and they also beheaded the Qingsong Sect under the horse, which is an unknown variable. At first, Boyang Dao people thought that Mu Yu was here to gain knowledge, but they didn't expect it to be for others.

Mu Yu looked at Gu Yitian on the stage, this was Gu Yitian's seventh competition today, facing the sixteenth-ranked Absolute Heaven Sect. The strength of the Absolute Heaven Sect was relatively weak, and the disciples sent out were only young people who had built the foundation of the Second Heaven, and they faced the dark horse of the Dry Heaven Sect.

"Peerless Sect, look up to the Heavenly River. ”

"Dry Heaven Sect, Lonely Heaven. ”

Gu Yitian's expression was very indifferent, and his broadsword was in his hand. The broadsword was more than 500 catties, but in his hands it was like an ordinary sword, wielding it freely. Yang Tianhe also knew that Gu Yitian was a dark horse, he didn't underestimate this person, although the spiritual power fluctuations on this person's body were almost invisible, but he didn't know how to win five games in a row.

Yang Tianhe is holding a long stick, which is made of fine iron, which is a magic weapon. He swung his long stick, tiptoed a little, and slashed towards the lonely sky. Gu Yitian didn't have any fancy, he swung his broadsword, and struck it with the long stick, and the gold and iron collided. Yang Tianhe only felt that his hands were numb, and he almost couldn't hold the long stick steadily.

This man has so much strength!

Yang Tianhe was frightened, flew into the air, the long stick left his hand, swirled in the air, and the shadow of the Dao stick waved overwhelmingly towards Gu Yitian. He knew that if he fought in close quarters, he would not have any chance of winning at all, this person's brute strength was too terrifying, and he could only fight with long-range spiritual power.

There was no change on Gu Yitian's face, he just manipulated the broadsword in place, scattering the stick shadows in the sky, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared in place. Yang Tianhe was startled, he hurriedly turned around, but his chest had already received a palm, and that palm gave him no room for resistance, and he fell directly under the ring.

Gu Yitian rolled over and fell, this was his eighth victory.

All the competitions of the Qiantian Sect have ended today, Mu Yu has also won eight victories, and his competition today is also over.

"Brother Feng Dao, I really looked away, I didn't expect my nephew to have such a talent. Boyang Daoist said in admiration to Feng Haochen, but his gaze stayed on Mu Yu.

"Brother Boyang is polite, but your sect has such a cultivated person, which is admirable. Feng Haochen said.

Mu Yu and Gu Yitian looked at each other, Gu Yitian had a strong battle intent in his eyes, and he seemed to regard Mu Yu as a great enemy. Mu Yu also stared at Gu Yitian, and Feng Haochen asked him not to embarrass the Qiantian faction as much as possible. After all, the Qiantian Sect wants to revitalize the sect, and the Falling Dust Sect has no such plans, so those who admit it can do it.

But Mu Yu didn't plan to abstain from fighting the Qiantian Sect tomorrow, he also wanted to try how powerful his physical cultivation was, it didn't matter if he won or not, accumulating experience was the most important thing.

Two dark horses, one of them will win in the end.

At night, Master was meditating and promised to go out for a walk, but he didn't know where he had gone. Mu Yu also left the room, there were too many things that happened during the day today, and there was one thing that made him feel at ease.

Tian Ran said that there was a mysterious person who came here to disadvantage his master, and he was likely to go to Qingsong Dao first. Now Tian Ran didn't know where to run, maybe at the Qingsong Daoren, he decided to check on the Qingsong Daoren himself.

With his cultivation during the foundation building period, monitoring the people of Qingsong Dao is really looking for death, but fortunately, he has an unknown ability, that is, the art of controlling wood, which makes it very convenient for him to act. He came to a wood, looked around for a while, made sure that there was no one, and then blended into the trees, and then headed towards the place where the Qingsong Dao people lived.

It is very simple to find out where the Qingsong Daoist lives, although the Qingsong Sect is large, but the residence of the head is naturally extraordinary, Mu Yu just followed a few disciples who served the head of the sect and easily found the room of the Qingsong Daoist.

It is an elegant garden with a pond with swimming goldfish and a few peach trees next to it, and Mu Yu is hidden in the peach trees. Before the Qingsong Daoist returned, he deliberately controlled the peach tree so that the branches were crooked towards the window, and the window was open so that everything inside could be seen.

After a long time, Qingsong Daoist finally returned to his room, and there were already disciples waiting in the room to change his clothes, and a disciple came in to fetch water and wash Qingsong Daoren's feet.

"You guys go down first!" said to the two disciples who were serving in plain clothes, dressed in plain clothes.

"Yes, the disciple is leaving!" the two disciples withdrew and closed the door.

Qingsong Daoren walked to the window, and suddenly glanced at the peach branch in the window, which startled Mu Yu, and he thought that he had been discovered. However, Qingsong Daoren didn't think too much, and quickly looked away, he looked at the moon outside the window, and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, Qingsong Daoren walked back, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate. Mu Yu looked at him there boredly, and said that the mysterious person might come to Qingsong Daoren, if it wasn't for tonight, then he would have wasted a night, and he would have a competition tomorrow!

I don't know if Tian Ran's girl is also nearby, Mu Yu thought of that unreliable girl, and he was speechless in his heart, this girl also came from an unknown place, swaggering around looking for someone to ask about the whereabouts of Sword Shadow Dust, and it is estimated that it has attracted the attention of that person.

Mu Yu didn't wait in vain, because the cyan Daoist suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and at some point, there was already a person standing in the room, Mu Yu's heart was shocked, he didn't know when that person appeared there!

"Who are you?"

Qingsong Daoren was shocked, he stood up and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. The other party suddenly appeared in this room, I don't know how he came in, so abrupt, he didn't even notice it.

This person was wearing red clothes, he looked very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was very handsome, but the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from his body made Qingsong Dao people feel extremely palpitating, that was by no means the cultivation of the Jindan period, if the other party was not the Jindan stage, then wouldn't this mean that the young man in front of him was a Yuan Infant stage cultivator?

How is this possible!

Mu Yu didn't dare to make any movement in the tree at all, he looked at this young man in a daze, so young, is this the mysterious person Tian Ran said? If his cultivation is really aimed at the master, then the master will really be more auspicious.

"You're the person with the highest cultivation here, it's a pity, there's no one to guide you, it's too difficult for you to reach the Yuan Infant Stage. The young man in red said lightly.

"Your Excellency has such a profound cultivation, what is the reason why you are here?"

Qingsong Daoist felt that he was threatened, the appearance of this young man was like a boulder pressing on his chest, he had been in the cultivation realm for so many years, and no one had given him such a terrible feeling.

The man in red smiled: "What am I doing here?"

A terrifying aura suddenly enveloped the entire room, like a violent wind swept in, enveloping the Qingsong Dao people, the Qingsong Dao people felt their own insignificance for the first time, the other party seemed to move a finger, he would die, that kind of powerlessness filled the whole body of the Qingsong Dao people, so that he couldn't afford any thoughts of resistance.

The breath of the young man in red disappeared after only appearing for a moment, and the whole body of the Qingsong Daoist was soaked in cold sweat.

"You, you're a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator?" Qingsong Daoren took a few steps back in disbelief.

"I'm afraid you've been trapped in the Nine Heavens of Jindan for at least ten years, right? How about we make a deal?" the young man in red said slowly.

Qingsong Daoren took a deep breath, slowly calmed his heart, and then asked, "Now that you have cultivated to the heavens and stepped into the realm of the Yuan Infant, what can I provide for you?"

"I can help you break through to Yuanying. The young man in red looked at Qingsong Daoren, and slowly spit out these words in his mouth.

"What!" Qingsong Dao's body was stunned, he thought he had heard it wrong, this person could help him step into the coveted Yuan Infant Stage?

Qingsong Dao was in a surging mood, he had been trapped in the Jindan Nine Heavens for ten years, and he always felt that he could not penetrate the mysteries of the Yuan Infant Realm, and several retreat shocks ended in failure. He is now a giant in the cultivation realm, admired by thousands of people, and no one has any regrets in this life.

Only he understood that the kind of situation that was clearly within reach but was always a little short of it made him miserable. The ultimate goal of every cultivator is to impact a higher realm, and he has always felt that he has touched the barrier, but he has never been able to pierce that layer of window paper.

"The direction of your cultivation has always been wrong, no one has to guide you, and you can only be trapped in the Jindan Nine Heavens for the rest of your life. The man in red continued, "I can make it happen for you what you want, so we need to make a deal." ”

Countless thoughts flashed through the minds of Qingsong Dao people, it was really a very tempting thing to become a Yuan Infancy, but it was useless, and it was not easy to understand at this time. He slowly calmed down, he was not a fool, as a benchmark in the cultivation realm, he was very clear-headed: "What do I need to give?"

"You, be my servant. The young man in red said slowly.

Qingsong Daoren's face changed slightly, and then he snorted: "Impossible! How can the master of my dignified sect be humble to that extent? Your Excellency should find someone else!"

Let Qingsong Dao people be servants? If you let other people in the cultivation realm know, they will definitely think that this young man in red has gone crazy. What is the identity of Qingsong Daoist? He is the first person in the Moyun Mountain Range, and no one in the entire cultivation realm dares to disrespect him, but this young man in red wants to accept Qingsong Dao as a servant?

"Looks like you still don't understand what I mean. Let's put it another way, the Jiuhua Zhenren in the Moyun Mountains is almost the same as your cultivation, if I go to accept the head of the Jiuhua Sect as a servant, then there is no need for your Qingsong Sect to exist. The foundation of your life, all the proud disciples will die, so I give you a chance to choose, and you don't cherish it and bring your path to the end. The young man in red said coldly.

"If I succumb to you, then what is the meaning of the existence of the Qingsong Sect?" Qingsong Daoist felt that he had been insulted, and the head of the Qingsong Sect, who was admired by thousands of people, wanted to become someone else's servant?

"You have a daughter named Qingmei, who doesn't seem to be in her room at the moment. The young man in red changed his words and said very casually.

Qingsong Daoren was shocked suddenly, and when the young man in red talked about the word Qingmei, he suddenly became not calm.

"Qingmei—what did you do to my daughter?" Qingsong Daoren's eyes widened, and he began to panic. Qingmei is his everything, and anyone who is a father will not ignore his daughter.

"It's up to you. ”

"Despicable!" said Qingsong Daoren angrily.

"On cultivation, you are not as good as me, I don't need to use your daughter to threaten, your daughter is just another bargaining chip. If you don't obey me, there is only one way to die for you, and you are not afraid of death, but you have been in the cultivation realm for so many years, I am afraid that there will be a lot of people who will offend, right? After you die, how many people will sprinkle their resentment on your daughter? At that time, I don't need to do anything, and naturally someone will deal with your daughter for me. ”

The young man in red snorted, with his strength, there was no need to threaten hostages. He mentioned Qingmei just to tell the Qingsong Dao people that once the Qingsong Dao people had an accident, his daughter's situation would be worrying.

Qingsong Daoist was blue and white for a while, and the words of the young man in red were like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart. He single-handedly made the Qingsong Sect bigger, and naturally offended a lot of people during this period, and in order to sit firmly in the position of the leader of the cultivation realm, he also did a lot of unsightly things. Although everyone respects him on the surface, many people hate him to a greater or lesser extent.

For example, he created the rules for the selection of schools, monopolized all the talented disciples, so that other sects could not get talented disciples at all, and other sects dared not speak out because of his cultivation, if he died, then his daughter's fate would definitely not be good!

Qingsong Daoren's tense body collapsed suddenly, he sat heavily on the chair, he was more than eighty years old, and in his later years, he got a pearl in his palm, and he loved it very much, it was the flesh of his heart. The Qingsong faction is gone, he can build again, but there is only one daughter, and he loves his daughter even more than his own life.

He sighed, as if he had suddenly aged a dozen years again, his gray hair was hanging down, and his heart was extremely struggling.

On the one hand, there is his dignity, he has always been an existence above ten thousand people in the cultivation realm, but now he wants to become a servant of a young man in red, he will not do such a despicable thing even if he dies! But on the other hand, his daughter, as a father, he has no choice.

The young man in red is a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, if he wants to kill a person, how can he get rid of his life with his own cultivation? He can die, so what should Qingmei do?

"Plop!"

Qingsong Daoren knelt on the ground, his body trembled, that was unwilling and humiliated, in the past, only others bowed in front of him, but now he knelt in front of a young man because his skills were inferior.

"Please spare my daughter. Qingsong Daoren kowtowed heavily.