Ye Liuyun left quietly, he only hoped that he would come back before the old man came to Pinglan Fort again. It took a day and a night along the way. Finally arrived at the foot of Lanque Peak.

The darkness before dawn made Lanque Peak impossible to see at a glance. What should I do? Rushing straight up, will it be a little abrupt? Thinking of Tang Qingshan's current situation, I know that now is not the time to be stubborn.

After making up his mind, Ye Liuyun's expression was straight. Spiritual power flows, infusing the legs. Charge towards the mountain wall. Although it is the strength of the pseudo-burning body realm, it is not comparable to ordinary masters.

However, Ye Liuyun's grasp of this sudden power is still very average. Above the legs, the abundant aura is not used reasonably.

You can't see anything when you're against people, or when you're running on flat ground. But once the need for careful use of Reiki comes in, the drawbacks become apparent.

No matter how much he lifts his breath and lightens his body, how fast he is on his feet. It can only climb more than 150 zhang of the mountain wall. Every time I climb here, I feel a lack of deprivation in my body and weakness under my feet.

I don't know how many times I fell off the mountain wall, Ye Liuyun looked at Lanque Peak in the dark night. Fatigue and decadence did not make him feel depressed, and he had no other way to save Tang Qingshan. Zhao Beihong is the only hope for himself and Tang Qingshan, as long as he can save Brother Tang, the sword mountain and the sea of fire can also be obtained!

Feeling that the aura was abundant again, Ye Liuyun got up and simply tidied up his clothes. After more than a dozen climbs, the white clothes are now dirty and torn. The scholar doesn't care about these anymore, and only thinks about reaching the top.

After more than a dozen climbs, Ye Liuyun did not find nothing. He has made great progress in the consumption of aura. When climbing upwards, there is no longer a blind rush. Every time he finds a relatively flat foothold, he will do it with all his might.

Strive to hit some more distance upwards at each breaking point.

One hundred and thirteen... One hundred and fourteen... One hundred and fifteen...

Maintaining an even breathing, this time Ye Liuyun finally stopped at a distance of nearly two hundred zhang. Hands on the cliff and looking up. There is another more than 100 zhang, which is the peak of Lanque Peak. All my hopes are pinned on the people at the peak!

The sun has appeared in the east at some point. Raising his eyes to look at the direction where the sun was shining, Ye Liuyun's heart was stirring.

Thousands of miles under the sky, the newborn morning sun shines among the mountains. Is the river in front of him the source of the Yuyong River? Ye Liuyun was in mid-air, and his white robe was flying around with the mountain breeze.

What a scholar with an outstanding demeanor, heroic and extraordinary! Even if he is an immortal in person. At this moment, Ye Liuyun is also not far behind.

In this situation, if you don't write a poem, wouldn't it be a big regret in life?

Liuyun Fu

The wind calms the chaos of the spring dawn, and the mountains and rivers of the great sun reflect the front river.

Riding the wind to travel thousands of miles, above the sky and sending affection.

Ye Liuyun's eyes seemed to be able to see through this endless void. Through layers of white clouds, there are thousands of thoughts. Above the body, a faint cyan fluorescence surrounds, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The way of cultivating Confucianism is so mysterious. Often, without the monk's notice, the mind flows on its own. Everything seems to have been arranged by the heavens, and it comes naturally.

Zhao Beihong observed the young man at the summit for a night. At first, he wondered what this young man could do. can actually let Qiu Junzi, who has been in retreat for more than 300 years, come thousands of miles to find himself. Only for this young man under the mountain, looking for a chance to get a great avenue that can only be obtained by scholars.

When the sun was born, Zhao Beihong had lost patience. This young man has no way to reach the top at all, let alone enter the secret realm to find good fortune.

He just promised Qiu Fuxu that he could ensure that this young man would not die easily in this Lanque Peak. Since he is just a mortal, there is no need for him to continue to waste time here.

Just as Zhao Beihong got up, he dusted off the dew on his green shirt. On the mountainside, the mutation protrudes. Zhao Beihong jumped off the cliff and fell straight down.

Stepping on the fairy sword to catch the sea, Zhao Beihong stopped at a distance of about three zhang above the young man's head. The one-handed pinching technique trapped in this heaven and earth, the rich aura condensed by Ye Liuyun.

The young man's gaze kept looking at the white clouds in the sky. The realm of epiphany has not dissipated. Zhao Beihong admitted that he was indeed blindsided.

Don't say it's him, even if it's his best friend. The deputy master of the Confucianism Pavilion, one of the ten sages of Confucianism recognized today, the gentleman Qiu Fuxu, also did not have such an epiphany.

Watching Ye Liuyun's momentum climb to the top, Zhao Beihong's eyes lit up.

Good! Good!

Zhao Beihong's eyes shone brightly, and he laid another enchantment to cover up the heavenly opportunity. What Qiu Fuxu said is true, this young man is really extraordinary.

Ye Liuyun is introverted, and he is already about to show a bold posture. The literati are courageous, and they can be condensed casually. What kind of heart and character should we have, and what kind of adverse weather luck we must rely on. In order to get this road of immortality!

Nearly an hour passed, and the blue light on Ye Liuyun's body not only did not dissipate, but was quietly absorbed into his body.

Zhao Beihong nodded lightly. It won't be wrong, this son must be bold. How many years have passed, since my lord Immortal Mora gave up attacking the outside world. We, the people, have been guarding the human realm for thousands of years.

In the millennium, the vicissitudes of life, hundreds of battles. However, there are only a handful of people who can produce courage. Counting himself and Qiu Fuxu, there are only four people today. Nowadays, the courage has reappeared. For this young man who has not been deeply involved in the world, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Ye Liuyun finally got out of the realm of epiphany. What happened to me just now? It was as if the clouds were soaring through the fog and soaring straight into the sky. It's an amazing feeling! But when you think about it, you can only remember a rough idea.

The eyes look towards the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, a fairy-winded green-shirted scholar stood not far from his head with a streamer sword under his feet. He looked at himself strangely.

"Daisen?"

"God?"

He waved his hand tentatively, and found that the immortal's gaze was glazed. Ye Liuyun was shocked by the magical scene in front of him. There is really someone who can fly in the sky! And his eyes are not very good! Such a person can fly in the sky, then he must be a fairy!

The middle-aged Confucian only felt angry and funny, this son was outstanding just now. How to condense the gall, but it is a little bland. If he hadn't witnessed all this with his own eyes, even if Qiu Fuxu talked to him, he would have regarded it as a joke.

"My name is Zhao Beihong. ”

The middle-aged man's voice was loud, and there was no obvious change on his face. looked at Ye Liuyun with a flat look, and slandered in his heart. This kid obviously came to find himself, and he came here when he saw his real body.

It's only to blame Zhao Beihong for being isolated from the world for thousands of years, and today's world is long gone. Qiu Fuxu just told his disciples to come and look for him. It is also not described in detail. Ye Liuyun's reaction is what a normal person should be.

Hearing the answer of the middle-aged man in front of him. Ye Liuyun was overjoyed and hurriedly wanted to bow to this great power. But he found that he was still trapped on the mountain wall, and he was in a hurry for a while.

Zhao Beihong came close and grabbed Ye Liuyun's shoulder with one hand. With a little force, he led the young man straight into the sky.

"Uh... Yes... Yes... Ahh

On Lanque Peak, a young man's desperate cry suddenly erupted. The sound of cries surrounded the valley and faded between the mountains...