The sword peak, as its name suggests, stands like a sky-high sword, which is extremely high-spirited and domineering, and runs through the sky.

The majestic posture of the transcendent and precipitous is like a swordsman standing silently, indifferent and arrogant, and the three thousand miles of cross-country fertile plains in all directions are all under its overlook, as if it is too high to hang down.

The grass and trees on the peak wither, perennial bleak like autumn, not the rest of the peaks in Zixiao have no winter and no summer, and the four seasons are like spring.

As the second largest Zixiao Peak in Zixiao, the transcendence of the status of the Sword Peak is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, because there are not only the sword marks left by the previous peak masters of the Sword Peak, but also the exquisite swordsmanship and sword style engraved by the elites of several generations of the Sword Peak, such as the 'Sword Pavilion', which has hidden the sword scriptures and books of the Sword Peak for nearly a thousand years, is guarded by Xu Zhimei, the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion!

Sima Yuan accompanied Lu Zhaoyang on the way to Jianfeng, and listened to him tell the many origins of Jianfeng.

Lu Zhaoyang flew in the air, but there was nothing under his feet; Sima Yuan lowered his head and looked down, only to see the flowing clouds flying, the white cranes swirling, and the towering peaks flying under his feet, and Sima Yuan and the two of them walked on the ground, like living immortals.

The two of them soared straight up and crossed many important places in the sword peak.

Suddenly, a hideous barb fell into Sima Yuan's eyes, and before he could get close, Dao Daosen's cold sword aura rushed towards him.

Lu Zhaoyang said with a smile, "That is the sword mound of my Sword Peak, the place where the disciples of my Sword Peak refine their sword intent and obtain the spirit sword." ”

Sima Yuan's expression was excited, and his heart swayed, "Sword Shrine, Senior Brother Lu, I don't know how many peaks and how many halls my Sword Peak has?"

Lu Zhaoyang raised his head and laughed, and waved his big hand, "All the peaks within a radius of a hundred miles are the territory of my Sword Peak, and in addition to the Sword Peak, there are more than ten sub-peaks. ”

He pointed to a hundred-zhang giant peak, "This peak is called 'Yifei Peak', also called 'Rushing Heaven Peak', which is the place where the sword intent pool of the three main veins of my sword peak is located. By the way, the Senior Brother Mo Yu who went to receive Senior Brother Luo Dao that day was a disciple of the Sword Intent Pool Hall. ”

He raised his head upward, and his gaze fell on the Heavenly Giant Peak that was getting closer and closer, "In addition to the Sword Shrine and the Sky Peak, the first line of the Sword Pavilion at the head of the three veins of my Sword Dao is sitting on the main peak of the Sword Peak!"

Lu Zhaoyang's expression was fanatical, and he said in a slightly slow voice, "Master respects his old man as the pavilion master."

Sima Yuan's spirit perked up, and Senior Brother Lu's words instantly understood that if Jian Feng was a big family, then the Sword Pavilion was the lineage of the Changfang, majoring in the way of sword qi.

In addition, the two veins of sword intent and sword soul are cousins and cousins.

As for the rest of the halls, although Lu Zhaoyang did not make it clear, Sima Yuan guessed that perhaps they should belong to the same clan.

After a short period of effort, Lu Zhaoyang took Sima Yuan to fly halfway up Zixiao Peak and landed on a bluestone flat full of textures.

Someone has already received here, and the person who came was beautiful, such as a shy bud, slender and virtuous, his eyebrows flashed, and he smiled lightly,

"Senior Brother Lu, presumably this is the little junior brother, right?"

Lu Zhaoyang nodded with a smile, and said to Sima Yuan with a smile, "This is your third senior sister."

Just on the way, Lu Zhaoyang explained his own division and all the peers.

Sima Yuan looked intently, this senior sister's maiden name was Chen Qingwan, and she was the daughter of Xu Zhimei, the deputy pavilion master, and she also worshiped under Lu Feng's main seat, ranking third.

Lu Zhaoyang had already explained on the way that this third senior sister had amazing talent in kendo since she was a child, and her swordsmanship was even more amazing and wonderful.

On swordsmanship alone, you can teach it to be superior to the elder brother.

Looking at its cultivation, although it is not as good as the foundation, it has already reached the half-step foundation, and it is not far from the foundation.

Sima Yuan liked this gentle and amiable weak senior sister in his heart, he didn't dare to be rude, so he immediately clenched his fists solemnly and arched his hand,

"Sima Yuan has seen Senior Sister Chen!"

Chen Qingwan smiled, and there seemed to be a trance in his eyes that passed away, and then smiled gently,

"The little junior brother has just started, and the senior sister has nothing left, only this 'silver ring' is a gift, and I hope the junior brother will not dislike it!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Qingwan flicked his hand slightly, and a slender silver rope was suspended in front of Sima Yuan.

The silver rope was bent, like a silver snake circling and flying in front of Sima Yuan's body, and what made him even more frightened was that the aura emanating from it seemed to be almost the same as the cold water sword.

Sima Yuan looked happy, but he didn't collect it on the spot, but looked up at Lu Zhaoyang beside him.

Lu Zhaoyang smiled and said, "Since it was given by your senior sister, just accept it." ”

Sima Yuan immediately grabbed the 'silver ring' in his hand with a smile.

As soon as he started, Sima Yuan only felt that the silver string in his hand was light and soft, and the slightest coolness was transmitted into the palm of his hand, and the warm and sharp breath showed the extraordinary nature of this rope.

What made Sima Yuan even more ashamed was that on this rope, there was a faint virgin fragrance, like a light smoke into the tip of his nose, his face quietly turned red, and said,

"Thank you, senior sister, for your generous kindness!"

Chen Qingwan smiled skillfully, tapped his head, and said sideways, "Senior Brother Lu, junior brother, please come with me."

Lu Zhaoyang nodded with a smile and slowly followed, Sima Yuan followed closely, and the corners of his mouth were already happy.

The person I met on this trip was none other than Deputy Pavilion Master Xu of the Sword Pavilion, and she was also the stepmother of Senior Sister Chen in front of her.

Now although the master of Sword Peak is Lu Hongli, everything in Sword Peak is in charge of the deputy pavilion master!

Sima Yuan sighed slightly in his heart, the world is not easy, and women have already supported half of the sky!

Lu Zhaoyang's whisper suddenly came from his ears, "Later, no matter what Uncle Shi asks, don't hesitate, you must answer immediately!"

Sima Yuan's heart was stunned, even this Senior Brother of Sword Peak behaved like this, which showed that the power of the deputy pavilion master who had not yet met was indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

How dare he neglect such a prominent person, and immediately whisper that he is.

Chen Qingwan in front looked back and smiled, "Senior brother doesn't need to be afraid, the stepmother and his old man are not demons and monsters, you can just keep your heart." ”

Sima Yuan replied respectfully, "Yes."

After a while, Sima Yuan and the others walked through the corridor and passed through the building, and after crossing several pavilions, they finally stopped in front of a solemn pavilion ten zhang high.

Chen Qingwan turned his head and smiled, "Senior brother stays."

Lu Zhaoyang bowed his head, signaled to understand, and then turned his head to Sima Yuan and said, "Go in."

Sima Yuan suddenly knew that it was not for the edict of the pavilion master, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter the important land of the Sword Pavilion.

He nodded, straightened his sleeves with a solemn expression, patted the unnecessary dust on his body, and then said to Chen Qingwan,

"There is Senior Sister Lao".

Chen Qingwan nodded with a smile, and then a wooden token engraved with purple gold inscription quietly appeared in Su's hand, and as Chen Qingwan spit out a word,

"Go".

I saw that the token was like an edict, and with a swish, when it swept to a place a few inches away from the pavilion, it emitted a dazzling spiritual light.

In the blink of an eye, in Sima Yuan's pupils, the surrounding aura shot out, like a group of demons dancing wildly; the pavilion suddenly collapsed, like a mountain collapse and the ground cracked, after a burst of fighting and the stars moved, when Sima Yuan was dizzy, the surrounding situation had already disappeared, as if the sky had changed.

When he stabilized his mind, he realized that his house was on the verge of a precipice.

The abyss behind him was bottomless, and the cold wind was howling continuously, and under the abyss, the low roar like a dragon and a tiger roaring intermittently drifted up with the wind, making Sima Yuan break out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward, and then turned his head to look back, his eyes full of happiness, and his mouth gasped for breath, and he was afraid.

Sima Yuan looked up, and saw that on a cliff wall that seemed to have been cut by a sword, a seven-story pavilion was built close to each other, and dozens of spiritual trees of hugging thickness were inserted obliquely into the copper wall, supporting the heavy attic like a pillar.

Although the attic is only seven floors, there is a mysterious and unpredictable feeling of high mountains, which makes Sima Yuan solemn and calm.

At this time, a sneaking peep made Sima Yuan tremble and tremble.

His eyes were full of awe, and his face showed respect, and he immediately bowed down,

"Sima Yuan, the new disciple of Sword Peak, I am instructed to meet the deputy pavilion master!"

After the sound fell, there was no response to the half-sound, but there were echoes from the bottom of the cliff behind him, which made Sima Yuan's mind continue to sink.

Without permission, Sima Yuan didn't dare to get up, just bowed down like this, did not move at all, and did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

I don't know how long it has been, when Sima Yuan only felt dizzy and dizzy, a cold word came softly,

"Come on".

When these words fell, Sima Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and immediately got up as if he had been amnestied, and he didn't forget to thank him.

"Thank you, Lord Pavilion."

Sima Yuan straightened the leader slightly, gently dusted off the brand-new Sword Peak disciple's robe on his body, and then strode forward with his head held high with a solemn face.

As Sima Yuan got closer, layers of ripples slowly rippled out as if they were spiritual, but they suddenly dissipated before Sima Yuan could touch them, and at the same time, the suffocating feeling that was trapped in Sima Yuan's heart was gradually subsiding.

With apprehension and crampedness, he strode close to the wall-hung sword pavilion, and after a few breaths, he walked to the bottom of the pavilion.

Sima Yuan looked up, as if waiting, but after the other party was silent for a while, a cold aura swirled around Sima Yuan slightly, and then rose into the air again.

He was struggling to say a few words like flattery, but the incomparable breath came again, suppressing Sima Yuan to death, and his face turned red, as if he couldn't breathe.

The shocking aura seemed to be in a trance for a while, and seeing that Sima Yuan looked unwell, he suddenly withdrew it.

Then the clear voice fell again, although the tone was light, but there seemed to be a hint of surprise and complexity, she said in a gentle tone,

"How old are you?"

Sima Yuan's spirits perked up, and he said respectfully, "The disciple is sixteen years old!"

He added another sentence, "I have been cultivating for three years."

Above the pavilion, a whisper sounded, "Sixteen years, yes, exactly sixteen years! In a blink of an eye, you have been dead for sixteen years." ”

The wind is sluggish, whirring, covering his mouth and choking, crying silently, and the crying drifts away with the wind, not falling into people's ears.

Sima Yuan below was unaware and uneasy.

After waiting for a long time, the cold words fell again,

"Alright, you go out".

Sima Yuan's expression was stunned, and the mind he had just mentioned sank again.

His face was cloudy for a moment, and finally he sighed slightly, bowed down, and then turned away.

Walking along the original road to the edge of the cliff, without waiting for Sima Yuan to speak, after a while of rotation in front of him, Chen Qingwan and Lu Zhaoyang were waiting with a smile.

Chen Qingwan was the first to speak, "Senior brother, what did she say about her stepmother?"

Sima Yuan was apprehensive in his heart, and after hesitating for a moment, he bowed down to him and the others, and said with a wry smile,

"Senior Brother Lu and Senior Sister Chen, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Sima hasn't even seen the face of the pavilion master and her old man on this trip, let alone left any words. ”

Lu Zhaoyang asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

Sima Yuan replied in a low voice, "I only asked about the age of the disciple."

Chen Qingwan and Lu Zhaoyang glanced at each other, and their eyes seemed to be relieved, and when they looked at Sima Yuan again, their smiles were even stronger.

Although the two have the same smile, their smiles are very different.

Lu Zhaoyang had a look on his face that the matter had been decided, and Chen Qingwan suddenly showed a hint of pampering and love.

Sima Yuan was a little confused when he heard the words of the two, he glanced back a little, and then asked cautiously,

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Sister Chen, but what did the disciple do wrong to make the pavilion master and his old man dissatisfied with the disciple?"

Lu Zhaoyang smiled and waved his hand, and when he was about to explain, he saw Chen Qingwan beside him looking at him with a smile and not saying a word.

He smiled slightly, and then said with a smile, "It's okay, junior brother, you don't have to worry, since the pavilion master has allowed you to approach the Sword Pavilion, he has already approved you."

In other words, from today onwards, you will already be a disciple of my Sword Peak Sword Pavilion. Let's go, Senior Brother will take you to see the many holy places of my Sword Peak!"

Hearing this, Sima Yuan's face immediately relaxed, although looking at Lu Zhaoyang's expression, there seemed to be some secrets about the female pavilion master that were difficult to tell, but he didn't care anymore, as long as it wasn't specifically aimed at him.

Lu Zhaoyang smiled at Chen Qingwan and said, "Senior sister, for brother, you will go first." ”

Chen Qingwan nodded slightly, then smiled at Sima Yuan, and said softly, "If the junior brother has any difficulties in the future, you can come to the Sword Pavilion to find me at any time." ”

Sima Yuan was stunned when he heard this, looked at Chen Qingwan's eyes sincere and expectant, he was moved in his heart, hugged his fists to thank him, and nodded heavily,

"Well, the junior brother has written it down, and he will definitely come to disturb the senior sister often in the future. ”

Lu Zhaoyang said to Chen Jin, "Senior sister, goodbye." ”

Chen Qingwan nodded with a smile, "Senior brother go slowly."

Lu Zhaoyang then rolled up Sima Yuan and flew out, the whistling sound was soft, and it resounded all the way above the Sword Peak, causing countless people below to look up.

Sima Yuan looked at Lu Zhaoyang beside him, and immediately understood the other party's intentions, and returned in such a high-profile manner, indicating that he had already won the approval of the one sitting in the Sword Pavilion.

This move is not only to help Sima Yuan, but also to announce that Jian Feng is the entire Zixiao Sect.

He, Sima Yuan, officially fell into the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion!

The next day, a message spread throughout the Zixiao Sect from Jianfeng, and Shendan Peak abandoned the miscellaneous servant Sima Yuan to apprentice to Lu Hongli, the master of Jianfeng Peak.

For his personal disciple, ranked seventh!

Ten thousand swords of the sword peak rang out in unison to celebrate.

Zixiao's entire faction was in an uproar and dumbfounded.

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Zhao clan land.

Just lost his child, and put in a nephew, the patriarch of the Zhao clan, who was already furious, suddenly jumped like thunder, and he roared almost hoarsely,

"Lu Hongli, you dare to shelter the person who killed my son, Zhao and you will never die, never die!!"

He turned his head, his face was full of fierceness, and he roared angrily, "Come on, tell the real person in charge that I, the Zhao clan, am willing to sacrifice the strength of half of the clan to help him kill the traitor!!"

"I'm going to kill these rebels and thieves in the Light Sword Peak, and then chop up that little bastard to pay tribute to my son's spirit in the sky!!"

"I'm going to chop him up !!"

In the Zhao clan, everyone was silent and trembling.