Lan Hua was originally going to find Meng Juntong, but she happened to meet her in the school palace.

Xu Zifang respectfully saluted Lan Hua, and then retired.

"Senior, is the Jinglan Saint back?" Meng Juntong asked, if Lan Hua came to find him, the greatest possibility was to pass on the Saint to that Saint.

Lan Hua shook his head: "The master will not be able to return to the academy until tomorrow evening at the earliest." ”

"And what did you come to me for?"

Lan Hua motioned to Meng Juntong as she walked, and led her towards another winding path outside the mountain: "My master explained before leaving, there is one more thing I hope you can help." ”

"Me?" Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, with a puzzled expression, there is anything in this world that a saint can't do, but he can do it.

Lan Hua did not look at it, but continued to lead the way, and the two of them came to the cliff side of the back mountain one after another, where the cliff was already the highest one in the Fulong Mountain Range, and in addition to this, this was also a strange peak in the center of the entire Jinglan School Palace.

It's just that what Meng Juntong didn't notice was that on this strange peak, there was an iron chain of different thicknesses extending out in each of the eight directions, each connecting to eight dangerous peaks of different sizes in their corresponding directions. What's even more strange is that before Meng Juntong entered the Fulong Mountain Range, she hadn't seen the eight dangerous peaks around this main peak, such a large landscape layout, she couldn't see it at the foot of the mountain, could it be that these eight mountains were built in the cloud realm?

The so-called cloud realm is a Taoist saying, which is to arrange the immortal gate formation in the depths of the high clouds, and then build straight pavilions and pavilions in it to make a fairyland. Some immortal sects with strong heritage will create such a few holy realms for themselves to highlight the immortal spirit of the sect.

"Senior, what are the origins of these eight peaks?" Meng Juntong felt that these eight peaks must be related to what Lan Hua said, please do it yourself.

Lan Hua first walked in the direction of due north, stretched out his hand and pointed there: "The peak due north is called Xuanzhen Peak, which is the dojo where our seven senior brothers practice, which is what the disciples of the sect call the Heavenly Courtyard, let's go there." ”

"What about the others, aren't you going to introduce them to me?" Meng Juntong hurriedly grabbed Lan Hua's robe, this is already here, how can you not figure it out.

Lan Hua thought for a while, and then pointed to the south: "The peak in the south is called Jinglan Peak, which is the dojo of the master's personal cultivation, the one in the west is called Louguang Peak, where we Jinglan School Palace Daozang is located, and the east is called Qingsu Peak, which is where the sect is used to cultivate miraculous medicines." Lan Hua simply explained the dangerous peaks in the four directions of east, west, north and south.

Meng Juntong asked again: "That's just the four directions, and there are four directions, what are the four peaks in the four directions of southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest used for?"

Lan Hua shook his head: "You can only ask the master about this in person." ”

"Is this the secret of Jinglan Academy, can't you tell outsiders?"

Lan Hua glanced at Meng Juntong: "Actually, it's not, besides, you are already the palace master of my Jinglan Academy, how can you be considered an outsider." I won't tell you that it's just those four peaks, and our brothers and sisters have never been there, let alone know what is there. ”

Meng Juntong pursed his lips, obviously not believing Lan Hua's rhetoric, in the Jinglan School Palace, except for the Jinglan Sage, the seven of their senior brothers have the highest status, is there any place in this Fulong Mountain that a few of them can't go? Isn't this obvious that they are fooling people?

"What, don't you believe it?" Lan Hua looked at Meng Juntong with disdain, but just smiled: "Don't worry, when you see the master, you will naturally know that what we said is true." ”

Meng Juntong shrugged her shoulders, of course she wouldn't be here to fight with Lan Hua, this was meaningless to her, and it was quite good to be able to go to Xuanzhen Peak to take a look at the so-called Jinglan Academy of Heavenly Characters.

Lan Hua jumped on the chain connecting the two peaks as he spoke, don't look at his white beard and white eyebrows, but this skill is as flexible as an ape, and the chain of more than 100 zhang stood on his feet, and the chain of more than 100 zhang did not even shake in the slightest, and then he began to walk leisurely towards Xuanzhen Peak opposite.

Don't look at the distance between these two peaks is only a few hundred zhang, but if you want to go down the mountain, can you find Xuanzhen Peak, not to mention, just the road up and down the mountain, there are no three or five days, I'm afraid you can't go down.

Meng Juntong did not hesitate, and also jumped behind Lan Hua, as soon as her feet were touched by the iron chain, Meng Juntong immediately felt a strange feeling lingering all over her body, she felt that her body had become particularly heavy, and the breath in her body seemed to be a little sluggish.

If it is said that in Longchuan City, the method of that small world is to make the magic dream disappear, and all the spiritual power of cultivation is blocked, then now Meng Juntong's feeling is that standing on this chain, his martial arts aura has been greatly contained, and the great grandmaster's sense of eight hundred miles of air has disappeared without a trace, and only a small amount of true qi is left in Sumeru.

Meng Juntong felt that he had returned to the hall realm, and even the feeling that he was not yet in the hall realm, and then looked down at the bottom, without warning, the sky was hanging for a while, and he was dazzled, Meng Juntong only felt that his feet were weak, and he almost didn't fall off the chain.

Lan Hua, who had already walked forward, suddenly turned back, and gently put a palm on Meng Juntong's elbow: "I forgot to remind you that this dragon gate chain will suppress your martial arts aura, the more you fight against it, the more it will be suppressed, relax a little, just don't look down." ”

From the moment he stood on the chain, Meng Juntong subconsciously had to constantly invoke his true qi to control his body, so he felt the suppression of external forces, and in fact, he was also fighting against external forces.

Meng Juntong hurriedly adjusted his breath, controlled his internal breath and relaxed, and sure enough, the pressure from the outside to the inside quickly weakened.

Only then did Lan Hua withdraw his hand: "On this dragon gate chain, you can only walk through it as a mortal, you have no problem." ”

Meng Juntong was slightly stunned, she walked by as a mortal, she thought about it, it seems that since she came out of Shaohua Dream City, she is not a real mortal, not to mention the cultivation of cultivators, she is an innate dream weaver, how can she be regarded as a mortal to cross the bridge.

However, as the pressure outside the body subsided, Meng Juntong's mood also calmed down, and she nodded at Lan Hua, "Seniors lead the way, I'm fine." ”

Lan Hua nodded with satisfaction, Meng Juntong's adaptation speed was indeed very fast, this girl was even better than he imagined.

In this way, two figures, one old and one young, passed across the sky on the hundreds of feet of the double-peaked chain bridge.