The spirit crane accompanied Cheng Zhaozhao for a while, and then stood on the path and did not move.

"You, aren't you leaving?" Cheng Zhaozhao said.

The crane spread its wings, turned its head and flew into the sky, disappearing into the sea of clouds without a trace.

Cheng Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this spirit crane leaving, although it was a spirit crane, it still gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Looking up at the sky, Qianli and the gray goose didn't know where to hit.

On the next road, Cheng Zhaozhao walked unimpeded, as if it was just an ordinary mountaineering, and the higher he got, the more fascinating scenery he found on this peak.

The afterglow of the scorching sun was accompanied by a fresh breeze, not a trace of stuffiness, but very cool.

The grade of the spirit plants on both sides of the path was also getting higher and higher, and Cheng Zhaozhao even saw a few extremely rare Yanshen grasses growing on the edge of the cliff.

"It shouldn't be a problem to dig up a few plants, right?"

This Yan Shen Grass is very helpful to the expansion of her divine consciousness, and she is very excited to see it.

Just as Cheng Zhaozhao poked his head out from the edge of the cliff, a sword suddenly appeared.

This sword was sharp, Cheng Zhaozhao was almost overturned under the cliff, and at the critical moment, she turned over to avoid it, stabilized her figure, suddenly took a few steps back, and sat down on the path.

Who is it?

Cheng Zhaozhao slowed down for a moment, poked his head out again, and looked in the direction where the sword came from.

Be there!

It was on the side of the cliff, diagonally above her, and there was a Xuanyi monk wielding a spirit sword.

It was as if he was just practicing his sword.

Fang Cai's sword light was not aimed at Cheng Zhaozhao, but just swung it in this direction, and she just poked her head out.

It was a spirit sword made of ice, clear with a faint blue light.

Cheng Zhaozhao looked carefully, and saw that this monk's face was like a knife, his appearance was cold, his expression was cold, his eyes were empty, and the whole person looked like a lump of ice, and he could feel the breath of rejection on his body from thousands of miles away from such a distance.

What's going on? This Xuanyi monk actually looked a little familiar.

Cheng Zhaozhao thought carefully about where he had seen him.

After a moment, Cheng Zhaozhao finally remembered.

At the beginning, the Luo Lan Fairy of the Honghu Sect had also seen a senior on this Finger Heaven Peak, and it was really this senior's sword that made her fall off the peak.

And Cheng Zhaozhao and Tao Tao sneaked into the room afterwards and saw the portrait of Luo Lan Fairy.

The monk in the portrait was the one in front of him.

Those who can practice swords on Zhitian Peak seem to be also disciples of the Nine Swords Divine Monarch.

I just don't know who it will be?

Finally met a monk on this peak, and Cheng Zhaozhao immediately rushed towards the cliff.

After a cup of tea, Cheng Zhaozhao panted and came to the location where the Xuanyi monk was, but there was no figure in this place.

"Senpai?"

Cheng Zhaozhao looked around, saw countless sharp sword marks left on the mountain wall, stretched out his hand and slashed through the sword marks, and an unprecedented coldness crossed his heart.

This kind of coldness is not like the coldness brought by touching the ice, but a coldness that invades the sea from the outside in.

This senior should not want to be disturbed by her, so he will leave.

"Senior, excuse me. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao saluted the cliff full of sword marks, and turned to continue along the path.

Looking down the mountain from here, the entire Cangjian Sect had become very small, and the disciples on the mountain path were no longer visible.

Gradually, clouds drifted on both sides of the path from time to time.

Cheng Zhaozhao stretched out his hand to touch it, and really touched these clouds.

......

"Brother, do you think something went wrong with today's Zhitian Peak?"

Outside the main hall of the Firmament Pavilion, the first Qi Feng and Qi Qi were looking at the female disciple who was constantly approaching the clouds.

Qi Feng smiled lightly: "If it wasn't done intentionally, who could go up to the Finger Heaven Peak so easily?"

Deacon Qi was puzzled: "Although this disciple is excellent in all aspects, there are still many disciples like her. How could Pointing Tianfeng make an exception for her?"

This refers to the fact that above the clouds and mist of Tianfeng is the residence of the Nine Sword Divine Monarch and his personal disciples.

In addition, Zhitian Peak is also a trial peak of the Cangjian Sect, and the disciples who can go up to the Crane Goose Pavilion have rich rewards.

And the disciples who have passed the levels set up by several sword monarchs and reached the clouds of Zhitian Peak will have the opportunity to choose a spirit sword in the sea of swords among the clouds.

The spirit sword in the sea of swords in the clouds is the driving force that prompts the disciples to climb the Finger Heaven Peak again and again.

For thousands of years, there has never been an exception.

"This disciple has a great relationship with the monks of the Xuanyan Palace. ”

"Brother, do you mean to say that this matter is related to Xuanyan Palace?"

A smile appeared on Qi Feng's handsome face, and he replied to the question: "Ying'er once said that this disciple escaped from the hands of the Jindan monk with his own strength when he was in the Dispersal Cultivation Alliance, and he also seriously injured the Jindan, which seems to be true. This disciple should be a man of great luck. ”

Qi Mo nodded and snickered: "That Jin Dan is Qin Yan, brother, you have seen it, she used to always stare at your brother in class, ......"

Qi Feng coughed lightly: "I don't remember." ”

Qi Mo nodded: "My brother doesn't remember normal, after all, there were few female disciples in the sect at that time who didn't stare at my brother." ”

Once upon a time, her brother was also the Junyi elder brother who the female disciples in the sect were fascinated by.

Even Murong Ying had a deep love for his brother at that time, but his brother was a character who didn't understand the amorous nature, and he rejected all the female cultivators who longed for him.

Fortunately, after going through all kinds of tribulations, my brother and Murong Ying finally walked together.

"Could it be that the Divine Sword Pavilion has long seen the key to this, so it wants to accept this disciple as an apprentice?"

When it came to Tianchen Lingjun, Qi Feng's first expression was slightly restrained: "He has always been like this." ”

At this time, there were still many high-ranking cultivators of the sect who were discussing the strangeness on the Heavenly Peak like Qi Feng and Qi Qi.

Although they couldn't guess the intention of Tianfeng's move, they knew that this disciple who could be made an exception was afraid that the future immortal path was unlimited.

......

Cheng Zhaozhao stepped on the last step of the stone steps of the path, and the whole person completely disappeared into the clouds.

The next moment, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.

She appeared in a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The reason why it is familiar is because every scene and everything here is what she has seen in her dreams, and the white jade pavilion is impressively in front of her.

And there are several exquisite floating cloud palaces, which have also been seen, and there may not be so many.

One, two, three...... There are a total of nine floating cloud palaces, and they are almost identical in appearance.

She seems to have come to Asgard!

Patting her cheek, she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Is this place really the residence of the Nine Swords God Monarch?

"Anyone?"

Her voice was heard far away, but there was silence above the mist, and there was no echo.

A white jade bridge suddenly appeared above the clouds beneath his feet, extending all the way to the white jade pavilion.

Cheng Zhaozhao felt that he was a little nervous, so nervous that his palms were sweating, so he clenched it at the moment, took a deep breath, and stepped on the white jade bridge.