In the east of the southern country, a spiritual mountain towers into the clouds, such as a sharp sword straight into the plain land, facing the East China Sea, the legend of the world, looking at the top of the mountain, you can see the morning glow bathing in the East China Sea, the sunset golden light shines on the earth, it is the wonderful scenery that is rare to see several times in the world.

This mountain is named after Xiaguang, called Chaoxia Peak, not only the scenery is a must, this mountain is also the treasure of the immortal family, in the hundred immortal leagues on the Great Performance Lingzhou, it has a pivotal position - one of the ten sects.

But it is also the weirdest one of the ten sects.

Other Lingshan treasures are all immortal and fluttering, and there are few fireworks in the world, but this Chaoxia Peak is strange, each mountainside is full of some markets, businessmen and other things like a transfer station, and there are countless idle people.

And this master is in charge, and he is a real person who leaves the machine, not only leasing all the peaks on the periphery of this huge sect to the people of Jia Shang.

The sect does not recruit people to practice, as if the heavy responsibility of this light sect has nothing to do with him, so far there is only his only son He Mufeng in the sect to cultivate, and the father and son are not happy.

This act really angered other sects, thinking that this insulted the reputation of the immortal family, and this decent sect was regarded by him as a rich man.

But this real person who left the machine was an out-and-out peerless powerhouse, if it weren't for this, how could Chaoxia Peak stand in these ten sects.

And speaking of this, He Mufeng is even more strange, he is the first "talent" in the tens of thousands of years of the Great Performance Spirit Continent to awaken the half-grade spiritual root, and he can only reach the immortal cultivation waste of the Qi refining period in his life.

But what outsiders don't know is that this He Mufeng is a traverser from the earth.

He Mufeng thought that there would be something earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods when he crossed over, but since he was born, he has been branded as a waste.

Fortunately, although he can't cry ghosts and gods, he has such a father. Relying on his father, He Mufeng's life can be regarded as a rare brocade and jade food in the world, carefree.

But in this life, where did it come from, it was smooth sailing.

In the spring of 5281, He Mufeng's father is gone!

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Chaoxia Peak, the backyard of the Zhengyang Palace.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with fluffy and loose hair, dressed in plain white pajamas, leaning on the stone fence of a courtyard, was He Mufeng.

Looking at it from his bare chest, he really can't see that the young man with a beautiful face has a body of tendon meat.

There was a fruit plate snack next to it, as well as a long sword, as if he had just finished dancing the sword, and there were a little water droplets on his forehead.

"My father has been missing for so long, can I inherit the property?"

Looking at the empty courtyard, the young man said such a rebellious thing inexplicably.

Seeing that no one answered, He Mufeng didn't seem to care, eating grapes and crossing his legs, looking up at the sky, as if inspiration came instantly, he turned his head and said excitedly: "Pei Wen, why don't I set the top of the mountain as a scenic spot and collect tickets from people who go up the mountain?"

He looked at the blue sword lying next to him.

Without warning, the spirit sword flew up and levitated in front of the young man, and a voice came out: "Eh, the brain can do it, I have wanted to do this for a long time, but then He Dao people just don't allow it." Say what the last pure land is, phew!"

This male voice came from the spirit sword, and if it was seen by outsiders, it would really startle the big teeth.

Although the world is dominated by instrument cultivation, and all immortal treasures have spirituality, but like this spirit sword, I am afraid that there are few things in the world, which is already the result of opening spiritual consciousness and having high wisdom.

When He Mufeng first took out this spirit sword from the basement to drip blood to recognize the master, he was also shocked, and he had never even heard of the spirit sword that could speak.

Under He Mufeng's questioning about the baby's attributes, the sword spirit finally vaguely explained his origin.

The sword spirit's name is Pei Wen, but it is not the illusion of his own spirit sword, according to his own self-description, he is the first person to ascend ten thousand years ago, the sword saint Pei Wen!

But for unknown reasons, he transformed into a spirit sword and came to Dayan Lingzhou, and what he said was vague, in fact, Pei Wen was unwilling to tell him.

In this way, since the disappearance of his father, this person has spent several months "relying on each other", and the relationship has become more and more familiar. They are all human beings in two lives, and they instantly have a feeling of sympathy for each other.

Since this has been mentioned today, He Mufeng simply asked: "When do you say my father will come back?"

"Cut, you won't see your father, he shouldn't be able to come back"

What the?!

He Mufeng was surprised: "What's wrong with him? He's really dead?" I'll be kidding. ”

"Not dead, that old man still has an opponent in this world who can kill him? But to you, he is not much worse than dead. ”

Pei Wen looked at He Mufeng with a look of anticipation, but he still couldn't bear it, sighed and continued.

"He went to the Ascension Pagoda at the end of the sky, and now he has probably ascended to the Supreme Heaven. Relying on your half-grade spiritual root luck, can you go to him?"

"The end of the sky?ascending to the Immortal Tower?Isn't the ascension a tribulation?How is it different from when you ascended?" He Mufeng asked himself, and he knew the basic situation of this world, but he had never heard of these words.

Pei Wen didn't expect that just such a sentence would lead to so many questions about He Mufeng, and his head suddenly became big, and he angrily told He Mufeng to shut up.

He Mufeng smiled awkwardly, and didn't bother to care, since he didn't die, there was nothing to worry about, after all, he was a waste material, no matter how much he worried, it was useless.

According to the normal trajectory of life, his lifespan in the lifelong Qi refining period is no more than 100 years, how can he compare with his father, who is at the peak of the Mahayana period and has a lifespan of more than 1,000 years, his half of the spiritual root is already doomed, this is a story of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

"You better think about what you're going to do in the future, it's probably going to change this day. ”

He Mufeng was sighing, but Pei Wen suddenly said this.

Just as he was about to ask, the lobby outside the house suddenly remembered the noisy human voice, and he was shouting non-stop.

"Hey, say Cao Cao Cao is coming, your big disaster is coming. Saying that, Pei Wen was gloating again.

He Mufeng didn't know why, but he still carried the blue spirit sword, slowly walked from the back door of the main hall, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the lobby was full of people, densely packed.

Even though there were many people, He Mufeng saw the only person he knew at a glance.

It's too obvious to stand, the front row is in the middle, the authentic C position, it's hard not to pay attention.

The person in front of his head, dressed in white like snow, was graceful, with a fair and handsome face, and a tall figure, standing there naturally exuded a faint arrogant temperament, that is, the lips were thin, and the person was portrayed with a hint of insidiousness and meanness.

But He Mufeng turned cold as soon as he saw this person.

"Hou Ning, what are you doing here? You are not welcome here!"

And this person named Hou Ning didn't notice his face, and laughed: "Senior brother, don't come to harm, how do you say that I am also your senior brother." ”

It turned out that this person named Hou Ning was the senior brother of Chaoxia Peak, who was discovered by He Daoren, a real person who left the machine, ten years ago, and was expelled from the division.

I didn't expect to have the face to come back today, it must be some kind of moth.

He Mufeng thought so.

"Senior brother, I wonder if Master and his old man are okay?" Hou Ning looked at his eyebrows and eyes, but he was really a person with no lower limit with extremely thick skin.

This is obvious at a glance to know that he got the news, He Daoren is missing, He Mufeng and Chaoxia Peak have no one to support, and they have come up the mountain to show off their might.

He Mufeng was about to scold him twice, but he was stopped by the words transmitted by the spirit sword, and asked instead, "What are you bringing these people for?"

Hearing He Mufeng being so direct, Hou Ning didn't bother to pretend anymore, and smiled sadly: "Hehe, the master gave birth to such a waste of you, it's really unfortunate for the family, it's safer for me to sit in this position as the head of the sect." ”

"Fart, you have long been expelled from the division, where did you get the face to say that you are from Chaoxia Peak?"

"Hehehe, look at it, this waste actually questioned that I was from Chaoxia Peak?" Hou Ning said mockingly to the people behind him.

And the individuals he brought with him seemed to have been rehearsed, and they all echoed and laughed and scolded He Mufeng for not being able to do anything.

Sure enough, no matter how peaceful and friendly the era is, this rule of the jungle has not changed. Just because He Mufeng is a waste material who can only spend his whole life in the Qi Refining Realm, no one agrees that he is the only heir, and he actually accompanies a person who deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors to stir up the situation.

What kind of waste should go down the mountain to be a flat-headed commoner, what Chaoxia Peak's reputation of the ten sects can't be ruined by such a waste material as him.

In the end, there was a sound asking the two to have a competition.

And this Hou Ning also seemed to have received a signal, and asked He Mufeng with a smile: "How about the junior brother, the strong person who has always cultivated has the right to speak, or let's have a competition, I will let you?"

He Mufeng is young and strong-blooded, how can he stand the instigation of these people, laughing and scolding. As he spoke, he began to move his hands.

Holding the sword in both hands, he handed it forward, looking sharp, but he was easily dodged by Hou Ning on the opposite side.

As soon as the figure floated by, he didn't see any movement from Hou Ning, just a little light, He Mufeng only felt pain in his hands, the sword in his hand was unstable, and he was taken away by Hou Ning.

Seeing that the spirit sword in his hand was taken away, He Mufeng was anxious, and turned around to take it, but he felt that he had suffered a heavy blow in the abdomen.

It turned out that Hou Ning had already made a footprint in his heart, only to see He Mufeng fly straight out of the gate like a cannonball, rolling on the ground a few times before stopping.

Because of the pain all over his body, he didn't have the strength to stand up immediately, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, He Mufeng stared fiercely at Hou Ning who came out of the Zhengyang Hall like a lost dog.

"Senior brother, what a waste, I haven't even used a layer of strength, why can't I stand up. ”

The crowd that came out with Hou Ning also sneered or praised Hou Ning.

"Hou Zhenren is really a meritorious person, and he kicked this kid so hard that he couldn't stand with just one kick. ”

"I think about how this Taoist is such a heavenly person, how can he give birth to such a waste. ”

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After a long while, He Mufeng gritted his teeth and stood up.

Hou Ning, on the other hand, only glanced at him lightly, and then turned his attention to the azure spirit sword he had snatched in his hand.

"It's a good sword, then I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the blue sword trembled, and with a whoosh, it flew out of Hou Ning's palm and landed steadily in the other hand.

Seeing He Mufeng, he only stretched out his hand, and the sword automatically returned to his side, and everyone who was laughing and scolding just now was shocked.

Isn't this sword art an ability that only Jindan has? How could this world-recognized person with a half-grade spiritual root be able to reach Jindan?!

That is, these people preconceived that this sword was He Mufeng's own cultivation artifact, and it was impossible for the spirit weapon to have divine consciousness before it reached Jindan, but they didn't know that this spiritual sword already had divine consciousness, and it was also the rumored sword saint Pei Wen.

With this hand, it was obvious that the crowd was suppressed at once, and no one could tell what was going on with this young man.

Hou Ningdu was also on guard for a while, for fear that this person would have some powerful magic weapon.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, He Mufeng couldn't help but ask: "Hou Ning, what you did today, aren't you afraid of the shame of the world?"

Hou Ning, who was in the distance, heard this, his eyes were cold, and he said fiercely: "Hmph, shame and laughter? Hasn't this huge sect's reputation been ruined by your waste?"

Back then, I devoted myself to cultivation in order to be the Guangmen Sect, but why did the Daoist say that I was too angry and too ambitious, and refused to teach me advanced techniques at all, and kicked me out of the mountain gate, did you ever think about me?"

Hou Ning said this, his clothes were windless, and he was murderous, so he wanted to kill He Mufeng here?

Seeing this scene, a horse-faced old man beside him hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him and shook his head at him, only then did he control his emotions.

"Waste, back then, He Daoren ignored my hard pleading, insisted on kicking me out of the mountain gate, making the world laugh at me for half my life, today is the time for me to come back. ”

As he spoke, Hou Ning pointed out the mountain gate and said in a dark manner.

"Senior brother, do you want me to kick you down the mountain or get out by yourself. ”

In front of so many people, he was ruthlessly driven out of his house, and He Mufeng's mood made everyone feel aggrieved and angry.

After standing in front of the main hall for a long time, He Mufeng, who had angry eyes in his eyes, finally turned around with difficulty and slowly walked down the mountain step by step.

Behind him, there were many words of discussion, and the sound of Hou Ning laughing uncontrollably.

Today's everything, even if I live two more lives, it is difficult to forget such humiliation, and I secretly swear in my heart.