Gently wiped away the spittle on the old man's face, and the elegant sword cultivator looked helpless,

He apologized and said: "My old antiques of Jianfeng are deeply hidden, and the younger generations admire and admire them!"

The old man who listened looked disdainful and disgusted - this sycophant shoot has no gold content at all!

After the disdain, he suddenly turned around, his eyes were as deep as a pool, making it difficult to see the emotion.

At the end of the line of sight, behind the old bamboo peak-

A black mountain hangs from the sky.

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The scene of Lao Zhufeng, the girl with the hat had no way of knowing, and the girl was gradually distracted when she traveled far away.

Single-minded, multitasking, stunned, "Xuanhuang Pavilion has not given any information, has it not been dug up, or is it too involved, even the master of the Ten Thousand World Pavilion of the Transformation Divine Realm is not qualified to contact it?"

But no matter what, this trip can't be avoided, and it's useless to plan in advance, so you can only take one step at a time.

Although the sword peak has been in decline for more than ten thousand years, the once majestic sword intent has long disappeared with the "Wood Extreme Realm Sword Intent", but the underground sword veins tremble, and when the cloud dragon is churning, there will be sword qi overflowing from time to time.

These sword qi is not strong, and the monks above the foundation can avoid it with a little attention, but the mountains and fields are suppressed by the rules of the sword peak, and the birds and beasts that are difficult to open the spirit are not so lucky, and after many years, they are almost extinct!

It also makes it possible to see that in the information of Xuanhuang Pavilion, this kendo holy land that contains at least one 'holy order' spiritual vein, in addition to the uninvited mountain wind, not to mention that the birds are close to extinction, that is, there are not many spiritual vegetation, and some majestic and magnificent images can be seen at the edge of the sword peak.

Ning Wuxin traveled far away with her feathers, a distance of five hundred miles, which took nearly four hours, and when she arrived at this range, she did not see the so-called 'land of green bamboos', but only overlooked it in mid-air, as if she had noticed, her eyes could not help but move.

Ahead, a small path appeared out of thin air......

After glancing at it, Ning Wuxin stepped on this sheep intestine trail without thinking, and as soon as his footsteps landed, the surrounding scene changed suddenly-the rich aura suddenly decreased, and the faint smoke shrouded him, but he finally saw the center of the mountains from a distance, an extremely rare blue color.

Wrapped in the majestic surroundings, the mountains are hundreds of miles, and the green bamboo is also a hundred miles - compared to the various potentials of the Taoist Sect, Ning Wuxin has obtained a lot of information about the Qinglian Sword Peak, from ancient times to the present, but this 'land of green bamboo stretching' is a blind spot.

The trail fell between the mountains, Ning Wuxin seemed to be walking on the cliff, the breeze turned into sword intent, blowing in, every time, it seemed to blow her mood down, and the clear eyes under the hat narrowed, knowing that the test of meeting the old antique-level existence of the Sword Peak had begun.

With the breeze blowing on his face, those distracting thoughts that were locked in the depths of Ning Wuxin's heart suddenly revived.

The past life, the present life, seems to be out of control, like an ancient book, being read now.

It's just that this is not the point, the most terrifying thing is that the sheep intestine path under her feet suddenly turned into a single-plank bridge, and the stream under the bridge was murmuring, seeing this scene, even Ning Wuxin couldn't help but skip a beat of his heart - that old antique of Jianfeng was actually investigating her past!

This stream speaks for itself -

For Ning has no heart for the river of time.

Just in the moment when the river of time will be touched, a cicada that is silent in the sea of knowledge moves, and the young cicadas living under the "cicada molt" move without wind, and there is no need to sacrifice Ning Wuxin, "brush" flew out of the ink cicada, flew out of the sea of knowledge, and fell on the stream.

Under the plucking of the thin cicada wings, the 'stream' that was about to churn suddenly stopped, flowing leisurely, without a trace of waves!

Seeing this, Ning Wuxin's eyes gradually faded away, as for the various distracting thoughts of the past that floated in his heart, and even the trace of hatred that had long faded like green smoke, Gu was hidden at this moment, and was re-bound by an invisible chain.

"Can you explore the existence of the river of living beings?" chewed again and again in her heart, the ripples were clear, but she still hadn't seen clearly, whether she felt extremely tricky about the mysterious power of this 'old antique', or was she excited and looking forward to it......

After that, there were no distracting thoughts, only a belief in worshiping the sword peak, and then he walked on the single-plank bridge, and when he was halfway through, he felt something in his heart, and suddenly looked up and looked straight - at the end of the wooden bridge, the old man with a clear appearance, but the old man with a puffed face was glaring at her viciously, behind the old man, the elegant sword cultivator was as always, his expression was faint, and there was only a faint trace of lazy comfort in his eyes.

In another moment, Ning Wuxin's gaze suddenly crossed the two and landed far behind the blue bamboo.

Looking at the hanging black mountain, staring at the sword intent that overflowed like water, four words suddenly appeared in the bottom of my heart, Qinglian Sword Shrine!

Just when Ning Wuxin wanted to explore more, he was interrupted by a dissatisfied humming sound, although the old man standing at the edge of the bamboo forest was angry, his eyes were difficult to hide his curiosity, and then he squinted his little eyes and asked, "The little girl in Yin Xiaozi's mouth is you?"

In the middle of the wooden bridge, the girl in the hat smiled silently, and only hugged her fist at the 'old antique'.

When I turned my head, I heard the old man muttering, "It's too clever, it's really the same as what Yin Xiaozi said, it's a little girl with a belly and a lot of intestines, you just should say it when you ask you, silently, do you hide a knife in your smile?"

The origin is not simple, the river of time is dead and silent, but it is not the descendant of an old guy who knows it......"

At this moment, the old man seemed to be aware, and it was not a small discovery, nor was it a small matter, his eyes suddenly widened, pointing at the girl in the hat, his hands were trembling, "You, you ......!"

Under the sight, the girl's gaze became cloudy, but her smile did not change, only the smile did not exist.

The elegant sword cultivator was puzzled, in addition to the rare shock of the old ancestor, the girl's footsteps suddenly stopped.

When this old antique of Sword Peak tried to stir up the river of Ning Wuxin's time, she was like a great enemy, only the arrow had been released, but she was powerless to recover, she could only gamble to the death, what to bet on? Bet Qinglian Sword Peak has nothing to do with the people behind the scenes, and even - there is a battle for the lineage!

The reason why he resolutely chose Qinglian Sword Peak was not because of this? I never thought that there would be an accident.

The girl bowed deeply, and her words were sonorous and powerful, "The younger generation would rather have no heart, and sincerely worship the Sword Peak!"

But it's the last stand!

In an instant, the world was silent, and even the breeze did not move.

One, two, three...... Ning Wuxin was already in a cold sweat, for a long time, when the mountain wind moved again, he could only hear the old man's muttering to himself, those words, obscure with mysteries, like ancient words, but with the wind of this world, all in all, whether it is Ning Wuxin, who has not officially started, or the elegant sword cultivator who has practiced under the old antique sect of Jianfeng for hundreds of years, he can't understand it.

When the old man broke free from some kind of muttering memory, he finally took a deep look at the girl in the hat.

After that, he waved his sleeves and said 'bah' at the girl, and said viciously: "Go you girl!"

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