After sitting on the side of the mountain and running through the veins and calming down his mind, Dong Nanyan began to cultivate a magical power that uses divine indulgence to control things.

After cultivating to the realm of condensing the gods, the qi practitioner can be regarded as truly stepping into the door of cultivation, in addition to being able to release his divine sense to explore, he can also manipulate his true qi with powerful divine thoughts and control foreign objects.

As for whether you can continue to walk after stepping through the gate of the cultivation exercise, it is necessary to see if you can clear the fog and enter the Immortal Building.

Concentrate on climbing the building, known as blocking the human realm, is a threshold for practice, too many people can't get rid of the fog, can't see the shadow of the building, stop concentrating, leave regrets in vain.

However, Ye Jing and Ye Che in the Fallen Leaf Sect were not worried about Dong Nanyan at all, with the talent of a young man, why was it difficult to climb the building?

Ye Che even made another bet that it would only be a matter of half a month and a few months for Master Dong's nephew to break through two realms in one day and become a climbing realm.

In fact, Ye Che really guessed correctly this time, Dong Nanyan, who tried to break through the fog more than ten days ago, really faintly felt that there was a tall building behind the clouds.

However, in an instant, he thought of the golden and brilliant high-rise building that appeared after becoming a condensing realm, and the young man who was instantly frightened into a cold sweat put away his divine sense, and did not dare to tear the clouds and mist with his divine thoughts, for fear that some vision would suddenly arise.

On the other side of Jinliu Peak, after staying in the house for ten years, the girl who walked out of the wooden building a month ago was also sitting on the side of the mountain, breathing, and there were faint green lotuses blooming beside her, swaying.

It's a pity that in the huge Fallen Leaf Sect, no one can discover the atmosphere of the girl's cultivation.

Standing behind Song Jieyi, the woman who had absorbed a large number of spirit stones and returned to the Yuanying Realm nodded, although the young man on the other side of the mountain was terrifying and could show that kind of vision of heaven and earth, no wonder he could be selected by the Divine Mountain, but in comparison, how could he have let his own family have more?

Being able to make the green god decide to show this kind of green lotus blooming atmosphere in the realm of ascending the building is destined to be better than the blue.

Hearing that there was movement at the top of the mountain, don't think about it, it was Dong Nanyan's good match again, Song Jieyi opened his eyes, got up and walked towards the mountain.

Although Dong is usually far away, when outsiders come to the mountain, Song Jieyi still behaves like a maid who listens to the master's words.

Sure enough, it was his good match, and after only a few steps, Song Jieyi heard the laughter like a silver bell.

"Uncle Junior. ”

The number of times Jin Liufeng has been in the past month, and the pearl of the Fallen Leaf Sect that can't be counted on one hand has changed his outfit today, wearing a pale golden long skirt and dragging the ground, and wearing a gauze coat, the fallen leaves embroidered on the clothes are like flowers and rain, especially the long sword carried on his waist, which is a beautiful girl like a flower, adding a little more fairy spirit.

Seeing the young man sitting cross-legged looking over, the cuffs with intertwined patterns swayed lightly with the girl's hand, and Ye Zhi, who had a little bit of no enchanting aura in the corners of her eyes, smiled and pleaded: "Excuse me uncle." ”

Dong Yanyan, who stopped cultivating, said with a smile: "Miss Ye is polite, don't worry." ”

Dong Nanyan is Ye Zhi's uncle in terms of seniority, but young people are always not good at having a nephew of Ye and oppressing people with their seniority, so they usually call Ye Zhi Miss Ye Zhi.

After hearing this Miss Ye Zhi, Ye Zhi's rosy lips curled slightly, "Thank you, Uncle Dong, Haihan." ”。

Lightly lifting the long sword at her waist, Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Come and learn swordsmanship from Uncle Xiao again today." ”

Once in Jin Liufeng, he watched Dong Nanyan practice swords, and Ye Zhi felt that it was very beneficial and gained a lot.

Dong Nanyan smiled when he heard this: "Miss Ye Zhi, I haven't been up the mountain for a long time, where can I compare you with a sword." ”

Ye Zhi pretended to be angry and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Shi doesn't want to teach me, because he thinks I'm stupid?"

Dong Nanyan hurriedly said: "No, no." ”

With a smile, Ye Zhi said, "Then let me practice swords with you." ”

Nodding slightly, Dong Nanyan, who couldn't shirk it, glanced into the distance.

Coincidentally, a figure came into view.

Song Jiyi, who had only been present with outsiders for a month, walked up to Dong Nanyan and said, "Childe." Then he nodded to the fairy-like girl and said, "Miss Ye." ”

Although it is rumored in the sect that there is an unclear story between Dong Nanyan and this maid, Ye Zhi doesn't care so much, whether it is about identity, qualifications, or appearance, Ye Zhi doesn't think that there is anything brilliant about the Song girl in front of her, and what reassures Ye Zhi the most is the marriage of "people who are like, people who like, then those ruthless flowers and birds are also affectionate, and the general knots are not knotted and learn to live together".

Hearing Song Jieyi greet her at this moment, Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Miss Song looks good today, it seems that her body should be fine." ”

Some time ago, before Song Jieyi left the house, Dong Nanyan said to outsiders in Jin Liufeng that the girl was not feeling well.

Song Jieyi smiled lightly, "Thank you Miss Ye for your concern, I won't disturb Childe and Miss here, if you have any orders, Miss Ye just say." ”

"Miss Song is recovering from a serious illness, hurry up and rest, it's okay. ”

Song Jieyi stepped aside, Ye Zhi walked in front of Dong Nanyan, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and for a while it seemed that the rain had passed on the golden willow peak.

Her hair was flying slightly, and Ye Zhi raised her sword and said, "Please also ask Uncle Shi to give me advice." ”

The last withered branch had already turned into ashes in the confrontation between the two sword qi and the scarlet long sword, but there were a lot of branches on the Golden Willow Peak, and Dong Nanyan, who grabbed one and put on a posture, saw Ye Zhi, who was still excited just now, put down the sword on the other side, and wondered: "What's wrong?"

Bowing his head slightly, as if he was a little complaining, Ye Zhi said softly: "Does Uncle Xiao dislike the Youcao Sword so much?"

Grass, evening sunshine, a pair of swords.

Dong Nanyan explained: "Miss Ye Zhi, don't get me wrong, since I practiced swords, I have been using withered branches, so I am more handy. ”

Lifting the Wanqing Sword upside down, Ye Zhi asked, "Uncle Shi thinks that the withered branch can resist the sharpness of this magic weapon?"

The girl's aggrieved Nunu mouth, "I think Uncle Shi just doesn't want to practice swords with me, so he took out this withered branch and let me retreat." ”

It's not that he doesn't want to practice swords with Ye Zhi, Ye Zhi's intentions, after Song Jieyi broke it, Dong Nanyan seemed to understand a little, but this kind of thing was cut constantly and messed up, Ye Zhi didn't pick it out, and he had no way to refuse.

Besides, this is just Song Junyi's guess, what if Ye Zhi is just a fellow disciple?

Dong Nanyan felt that his head was big for a while, and said to Song Jieyi, who was standing aside: "Song..."

After a short pause, the girl did not say the word, and the young man continued: "Help me get the grass." ”

"Childe, wait a minute. ”

Handing the Grass Sword to Dong Nanyan, Song Jiyi continued to stand still in the distance.

On the golden willow peak, two sword sounds sounded, like a loving couple reuniting after a long absence, complaining to each other.

Dong Nanyan, who lifted the sword for the first time after practicing, asked Ye Zhi, "Is it okay this time?"

The girl whose face was as sunny as the name of the long sword in her hand smiled: "Of course." ”

Wanqing Sword moved, picked up a sword flower, Ye Zhimei's eyes flowed, she took a step forward, and shouted: "Uncle look at the sword!"

The mountain breeze moved slightly, and under the setting sun, two figures danced with swords on the side of the mountain.

Ye Zhi swung a sword as she stepped forward, and the pale golden skirt on her body rippled.

Dong Nanyan said that the autumn golden robe was fluttering, and he raised his sword to block lightly.

A man and a woman, two golden robes, and two swords.

Song Jieyi, who was watching this scene, muttered to himself.

"A perfect match. ”

Said that Ye Zhi was not surprised, that was false, although the qualifications in the Fallen Leaf Sect were not as outstanding as Dong Yanyan, Ye Zhiqiu was so outstanding, but he was also a talented person, from a small cultivation to the present, he had the cultivation of this condensing realm, but it didn't take long to enter the sect, and the young man who became a monk halfway was already equivalent to her, what an amazing thing.

Surprised, surprised, but the long sword in Ye Zhi's hand is amazingly fast, the girl's swordsmanship, born from the late Qing sword, named Zhuanqing, was obtained by the predecessors of the Fallen Leaf Sect when they got the evening clear and the grass, but unfortunately, it was just in response to the will of heaven to merge the grass, the world is heavy on the evening sunny, and the sword trick of the grass sword has not been handed down, so it has been placed in the ancestral hall until Dong Nanyan appeared.

Since the sword was handed out on the wooden floor that day, when Dong Nanyan practiced the sword again, he actually felt that the sword in his hand was more smooth and natural, and at this moment, he was holding the Youcao Sword, and between the handovers, the scattered swordsmanship was like a storm, pouring towards Ye Zhi.

Of course, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to retract and release freely, and accidentally injured Ye Zhi, Dong Nanyan only made seven points of effort.

However, this concern is obviously redundant, if the Youcao Sword is as fast as a shower, then the Wanqing Sword in Ye Zhi's hand is like a banana umbrella, which can be said to be leakless.

No matter how fast the long sword in front of you is, what can it be?

Ye Zhi smiled slightly in her heart, what is the evening sunshine? Naturally, it is sunny after the rain.

The girl asked herself, although she had not practiced to the realm of turning clear, but it was not difficult to shelter from the wind and rain, and her heart rose, Ye Zhi's wrist turned, and the evening sword was like a paper umbrella spinning lightly, turning away from the sword rain.

Gradually, Dong Nanyan's sword momentum stopped slightly, but Ye Zhi was not happy, and a wave of unsettled, wave after wave.

The young man's elbow and wrist retracted, the sword momentum became more fierce, and the evening sword clanged.

In the rapid offensive, the Youcao Sword tapped on the Wanqing Sword that swirled lightly every time, and after a few times, Dong Nanyan silently thought in his heart.

"Fold!"

Dong Nanyan handed out a sword, and struck lightly on the tightly resisted Wanqing Sword, from top to bottom, in Ye Zhi's shock, he was about to break the umbrella bone of this lightly swirling sword umbrella.

Suddenly, the young man who read the folded words remembered the appearance of the girl on the wooden floor for no reason, and looked into the distance, and in the distraction, the momentum of the broken branches suddenly stopped.

Unexpectedly, Dong Nanyan's sword momentum stopped, and the Wanqing Sword in his hand exerted his strength, and suddenly threw out the half-cut Youcao Sword.

In the end, it was just the cultivation of the Condensation Realm, how could Ye Zhi collect the sword at a critical moment at such an age, and without the offensive to resist, the gently swirling Wanqing Sword suddenly moved forward.

When Dong Yanyan came back to his senses, the long sword in front of him had already come straight to him.

"Uncle Junior. ”

At the moment of crisis, Ye Zhi slapped his palm on the arm of the sword, and the evening sword flew upside down and was inserted on the side of the mountain.

The sword was gone, but Ye Zhi, who forcibly collected the sword and slapped herself again, flew towards the young man in an instant.

I saw a figure crashing into the boy's arms.

The woman in Tsing Yi stopped her figure, retracted the step she had taken, and stood quietly alone in the shadow of the building.

The woman behind Song Jieyi sighed softly.

The woman who used to be the protector of Song Jieyi's aunt had some understanding of the matter between the young lady and Zhang San of the Divine Mountain, and now it seems that the youngest young lady in her family also has an unclear relationship with the disciples of the Divine Mountain. The woman shook her head, but don't develop into a relationship of secret affection, the disciples of this sacred mountain, all have no one in their eyes, although that Zhang San is a high cultivator and has an outstanding appearance, but what was wrong with Miss at the beginning? But that Zhang San ignored Miss Miss, is there really someone in the world who can be more outstanding than Miss?

On the shore of the nine seas, with slender phoenix eyebrows, Miaoman's figure was vividly outlined by the purple flowing palace costume, and the woman looked at the sea of blood, her eyes were blank.

A man who can make countless waves in the world with a single movement of his fingers before his death, as a great monk of the Zhenhai Sect Xiaoyao Realm, after being slapped to death by someone, he fell into the nine seas, which just set off a little wave.

The hearts of the women from a vast sea dragon palace were like knives, and the pillars of the dragon palace that she brought out to follow the Zhenhai Sect were all buried in these nine seas.

On the shore of the Nine Seas, the woman in the palace costume who was the only one left, thought that killing the Yuan Infant was as easy as pinching a chicken to death, and the woman who killed Tongxuan effortlessly, actually whimpered and was reborn after the catastrophe.

Before leaving, the woman with a bead of blood in her hand said indifferently to her: "Your life, owe it first, go back and tell them, a free realm is not enough!"