"Shen Yu!"

Rong Hui hurried over.

The man was extremely fast, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and Rong Hui didn't touch a single corner of his clothes.

Rong Hui stood stunned for a moment.

If that person was really Shen Yu, he was already cultivating in the Fusion Period at this time, and he was only one step away from the Tribulation Period, crushing all the monks in Central Continent.

I can't catch up with it for granted.

What if not?

While pondering, Yuen Long led a group of beginner disciples to walk quickly.

Yuen Long whispered: "Master sent a letter, the head of the sect had a sudden accident during the retreat, in order to prevent the news from leaking, the Sword Spirit Sect has been closed and cannot enter and exit for half a month. ”

Yuen Long glanced at the introductory disciples who were full of expectations for the Sword Spirit Sect, and hesitated, "What should they do." ”

You can't just sit on the platform and not leave.

Rong Hui said: "Dismantle the immortal ship sent by the head of the sect to pick them up." ”

Yuen Long was stunned, "Huh?"

How do you return to the Sword Spirit Sect after demolishing them?

Let's go back and don't talk about being laughed at by other sects.

Dengyun Platform is only five hundred miles away from the Sword Spirit Sect.

Even if the disciple's foot strength is not strong for seven days, can it be that they will be able to look at the mountain at the foot of the Sword Spirit Sect and sigh?

"Wang Shi is so shrewd that he is about to become a master, how can he teach you such an honest and loyal apprentice. ”

Rong Hui said helplessly: "Remove the plank of the ship and let everyone carry it on their backs, and use spiritual power to sharpen it into a wooden sword." ”

Yuen Long's face was slightly red, as a disciple of Wang Shi's personal lineage, his qualifications were indeed much worse.

But Wang Shi likes his down-to-earth character.

The sampan of the fairy ship is made of high-quality spirit wood, which is thick and solid, and extremely hard.

Even the Jindan monks could not destroy the immortal ship.

This group of beginner disciples, except for Heijiao, has just learned to breathe and breathe.

Wang Shi's eyes lit up, "That... There's a grind. ”

The Sword Spirit Sect of this Immortal Ascension Conference accepted a total of thirty disciples, and Li Yanhui and Hei Jiao were particularly top-notch.

"The distance between Dengyuntai and the Sword Spirit Sect is not too close, it is too wasteful to use the immortal boat, let's walk." ”

Rong Hui looked at the direction where the Sword Spirit Sect was located, and said with a smile: "From now on, I will teach you how to use spiritual power to refine the wooden sword, and when the last disciple completes the sword, it will be the day when you go to the Sword Spirit Mountain." ”

"Listen to my orders, sit cross-legged, breathe and breathe, think of the sword shape in your heart, and use your spiritual power to hone the wooden plank in the palm of your hand. ”

There is a ban on the flight of immortal weapons on the platform.

If you want to fly on the fairy ship or edgeworth, you can only go to the East Town Gate.

"The huge Sword Spirit Sect didn't have an immortal ship to pick it up, so poor that it flew back with a wooden plank, hahaha!"

"What's so strange, the elder is a waste material for refining qi, and the disciple is carrying a sampan on his back!"

"Fly? I think it's going back. ”

"Tsk, the disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect is such a waste!

The disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect, who was sweating profusely, blushed, angry and tired.

The appearance of the planks is not surprising.

A small piece, but it actually weighs 100 catties.

It's no different from carrying a piece of pig iron.

Rong Hui glanced at everyone indifferently and sneered.

These people were wearing the school uniforms of the Sanyin Sect, obviously remembering the hatred on the cloud platform, and looking for an opportunity to humiliate the Sword Spirit Sect.

Yuen Long followed Rong Hui's gaze and touched Li Yanhui, "Remember the face of the elder of the Shanyin faction." ”

Li Yan wiped a handful of sweat and said suspiciously: "What is there to see about the dog elder with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks, senior brother, your taste is slightly heavy." ”

The beauties of the immortal cultivation world are like clouds, and the elders of the Shanyin faction are skinny, mean-looking, hanging-eyed, and live like a weasel who has just been transformed.

Yuen Long choked, "You have a good memory, I let you remember his appearance because if he dies, when the five elders ask me to draw a spiritual appearance, you can show me if the painting looks like it." ”

Li Yanhui glanced at Rong Hui and whispered, "The fifth elder wants to kill people and kill people?"

It's just a mouthful.

Why?

He can shell back.

"Not necessarily. Yuen Long sighed: "None of those who are targeted by the five elders will end well. ”

The five elders were blessed with good luck, and it didn't end well for her.

In front of him, there was Bian Xu, who was destroyed by the ice beast, and in the back, there was the wind that died inexplicably, and Xiao Jin, who was abused and sadistic.

Yuen Long also didn't know what happened to Gou Xun, the elder of the Shanyin faction.

"It's not just walking..."

Li Yan recalled the harvester.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his back, and hurriedly changed his words: "Little fairy!"

Rong Hui's face was not good, "Gou Xun, I have a bad temper, you'd better take care of the mouth of the Shanyin faction." ”

Self-rebirth, any cat or dog dares to ride on her head as a prestige.

Ronghui is very cool.

When she's upset.

Don't think about it anymore.

Gou Xun is the ninth elder of the Shanyin faction, and he cultivated in the early stage of Jindan.

Because the head of the Sanyin faction is only ruined, everyone in the immortal cultivation world shouts and beats it, so there are no people of insight who enter the Sanyin faction.

The Sanyin faction wanted to use the Immortal Ascension Conference to introduce fresh blood and revitalize the Sanyin Sect in the declining West Mountain, and prepared for the Ascension Conference for a long time, and took out several magic weapons and exercises to attract people of insight.

Mortals who don't know the inside story really think that they have to be treated by the sect with a clear eye, and they are overjoyed.

Gou Xun accepted a few beginner disciples, and the disciples with Qijia were carried away, and he wanted to coax a few disciples from the Sword Spirit Sect when the rules were changed.

The Sword Spirit Sect Yuen Long is a Jin Dan cultivator, and Gou Xun is still a little jealous.

But the Immortal Ascension Conference grabbed the disciples and picked the elders of various sects and sects.

Rong Hui, just a few refinery waste what is enough to hang teeth.

The sect that covets the sword spirit faction, the good talent and the beautiful jade is not only the Sanyin faction.

Gou Xun was worried that the night would be long and dreamy, and he was the first to come out to fight the autumn wind, but Yuen Long made the ugly things of the sect public, which immediately disrupted his plan.

Not only was he seriously injured by the elders of the Qingyun Sect, but the disciples of the Shanyin Sect ran away.

The rest are all waste materials from the Four Spirit Roots.

There is only one of the three spiritual roots.

New hatred and old hatred surged into Gou Xun's heart, and he naturally would not let go of the opportunity to embarrass Rong Hui, "Hehe! ”

The Sword Spirit Sect was excited, "What did you say!"

Gou Xun said: "Saying that you are all garbage, and Rong Hui is all garbage!"

Rong Hui's lips pursed into a straight line, and his eyes became cold.

"This immortal, oh no, it's this trash. Li Yanhui adjusted the wooden plank on his back, and said with a smile: "Your funeral is going to be buried in earth or water, I still have a dragon of crying and mourning here, and Bao Jun is satisfied." ”

Talking cannons, he hasn't lost.

Gou Xun was furious, "Vertical son dares!"

Li Yanhui pretended to be surprised, "You seem to be half-cut into the ground in this state, and your ears are deaf, no, the disciples of the Shanyin Sect hurry up and arrange a good coffin for your elders." ”

With the token of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion in hand, Li Yanhui has no fear.

Gou Xun was furious and was about to make a move, but suddenly remembered his identity, wouldn't it make people laugh when a generation of elders killed a beginner disciple.

Gou Xun's eyes moved, and a three-spirit root disciple jumped out.

"Scrap wood that can't even be carried by a sampan is barking here, heh!"

Li Yan laughed back, "This is not an ordinary sampan, you can't afford to carry ten!"

That's true.

A wooden board weighs 100 pounds.

Li Yanhui's piece of wood is a wooden board that Rong Hui fused five pieces into one, weighing 800 catties.

There is no price increase for the increase.

Rong Hui was specially created for him.

The name is "forging the body." ”

Li Yanhui comprehended Rong Hui's sword intent, and there was a Gathering Spirit Ding on his body, which was a little difficult to carry on his back.

The disciple of the Shanyin faction sneered, "Hehe, make excuses for not being able to do it, cover your ears and steal the bell." ”

Li Yanhui's eyelids jumped, "Come on, come on, you can try it." ”

The disciples of the Shanyin Sect jumped on the high platform, opened their throats and said, "If I carry your sampan, the Sword Spirit Sect will kneel down and kowtow to the master!"

Gou Xun smiled proudly, he wanted to see how Li Yanhui died!