Zhengyang Gate, on a lonely peak, a figure sat cross-legged, looking like a young man.

After a long time, the figure's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, mixed with a hint of pain, the corners of his clothes were windless, and gradually a faint small whirlwind appeared around his body, the whirlwind became bigger and bigger, rolling up the dust around him, and behind him, there was thick black hair floating.

"Humph!"

"Broken!"

When the whirlwind completely obscured him, a light breath spat out of his mouth.

I saw that the whirlwind that was spinning quickly stopped, the dust in the wind fell to the ground, and the long hair fell gently.

Still, there seemed to be no sound between heaven and earth, and after a short time, a vast breath poured out of his body, and the surrounding fallen leaves were blown out of the way, and the grass also bent and swayed outward.

After two breaths, the figure opened its eyes, and there was no joy or sorrow in it, only a penetrating cold air, which was stared at like falling into the abyss.

As his eyes opened, his aura began to restrain himself, and his surroundings quickly returned to calm, but they were a little cleaner and a little less dusty.

"Click......

"Click......

He slowly stood up, looked at his right palm, clenched his fist slightly, and clicks came from between his fingers.

"My current strength is not inferior to the senior brother who has practiced qi ten times!"

His fingers were easily opened, and Lin He's eyes showed a touch of excitement.

"Smack......

"Smack......

"Huh?"

A crisp sound of footsteps came from behind him, Lin He turned his head to look, then smiled, and said respectfully:

"Master, the disciple has already completed the Guiyuan Gong, and the realm has also taken the opportunity to break through to the sixfold peak of Qi training. ”

The footsteps stopped, and across from him, a middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, nodding his head in satisfaction.

After a while, he said:

"Yes, with your qualifications, it is not easy to reach the sixfold peak of Qi cultivation in half a year, it seems that you have suffered a lot, and it is rare and valuable to be able to practice the Guiyuan Gong, which is very good, very good. ”

"I still disappointed the master, and I couldn't break through to the seventh level of qi training. ”

The excitement in Lin He's eyes gradually faded, and there was a hint of loss.

"Huh. ”

Yang Mad shook his head and smiled, and said softly:

"Your current strength should be comparable to that of ordinary people who practice qi ten times, among the true disciples, except for Jing Yi, I am afraid that you can be the strongest. ”

"Jingyi, Master, are you talking about the female senior sister under the seat of the Great Elder? I have heard a lot of rumors about her, but unfortunately I have never met her and have not seen her demeanor. ”

There was a hint of war intent in Lin He's eyes.

During the big competition of the sect, he would only enter the arena when he had a game, so he had never seen Jingyi's competition.

This trace of battle intent was discovered by Yang Mad and laughed heartily: "Haha, although your strength is good now, it is still inferior to Jingyi, that girl's strength, I guess it is already close to Zhuji, when she just broke through the ten levels of Qi training, she can fight with Elder Zhuji with her spiritual weapon." ”

Lin He clenched his fists, his eyes were not afraid, and said, "Only such a person has the meaning of fighting against him." ”

"Well, the afterlife is terrifying. ”

Yang Mad nodded with satisfaction.

"The day after tomorrow is a hundred doors competition, looking forward to your blockbuster!"

On another mountain peak.

"Senior sister, Master has called you to go. ”

In a delicate hut, a woman slowly opened her eyes, cold air, looked at the female disciple at the door, and murmured secretly: "Master called me?"

"Got it, stand down. ”

The woman waved her sleeves and said coldly.

"Yes. ”

"Is it to explain the matter of Baimen Dabi?"

Jingyi muttered to herself while tidying up her makeup.

After a while, outside a palace.

"Master, Jing Yi asks to see you. ”

There was not a single sound in the hall, and after three breaths, a voice floated out.

"Come in. ”

Immediately, the closed palace door opened, and a cold air like a white mist rushed out, and the water droplets on the trees next to it began to crystallize, and the water vapor within ten zhang outside the door solidified, turning into pieces of tiny ice picks and falling.

Jing Yi stood quietly in the cold air, her long clothes fluttering, without a trace of discomfort, but the female disciples behind her were shivering one by one.

"Smack!"

Once inside, the door closed on its own.

"Master!"

Jingyi bent down and saluted ahead.

Opposite her, a middle-aged beautiful woman sat cross-legged in the air, and at her feet, there was a boxy white ice tray, and a trace of cold air was permeating her body.

The woman was dressed in a corset, her body was light, her appearance was stunning, her eyes were spotless, and there seemed to be a fairy aura between her eyebrows.

There are only two people in the palace, there are not many decorations, and there are ice crystals hanging everywhere, which looks a little deserted.

This woman is the great elder of Zhengyangmen, and her cultivation is only under the command of Yang Mad in charge, building the peak of the middle stage of the foundation, and cultivating the yellow-level middle-level exercises is cold and icy, and in the snap of her fingers, she is frozen for hundreds of feet.

"Hmm. ”

The woman opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and then said in a cold voice:

"The day after tomorrow is a hundred doors, remember not to be careless. ”

"The disciple will not disappoint the master. ”

It may be because of the cultivation of the cold ice, the voices of the two people talking are cold, but there is a temperature in the depths of this cold.

"100 doors are bigger than once every ten years, cherish this opportunity, you are talented, it is a pity to stay in Zhengyangmen. ”

"The disciple understands. ”

The woman raised her head slightly, her face showed a look of reminiscence, and after a while, she turned to look at Jingyi, and whispered:

"The biggest regret of being a teacher in my life is that I lost the Hundred Gates Competition eighty years ago, and I didn't have a chance with the Purple Spirit Gate, otherwise, how can I build a foundation in the middle of the year at this time!"

It seemed like a painful memory, and the ice tray beneath her feet began to stir up chills as the woman's mood changed.

Don't look at her as if she is only thirty years old, but she is already nearly two years old, eighty years ago, she was also a genius in Zhengyangmen, but unfortunately she was submerged in the hundred gates.

"Master, don't worry, I'm going to end that unfinished dream for you. ”

Jing Yi lowered her head, and there was a hint of darkness in her cold tone, as if she had made up her mind.

The woman rarely smiled, like a blooming snow lotus, and said slowly: "Although you have only been under my door for a few years, your temperament is similar to mine, and you have won my heart. ”

As soon as the words fell, she gently raised her right finger, and a touch of frost appeared between her fingers, and above the frost, unknown cold began to converge, and a small Xiaoice sword one inch long gradually appeared.

This sword is not iron, just like Xuan Bing, it is translucent, faintly shiny in it refracted in it, after the sword body is formed, the small sword slowly rotates between the fingers, as the cold air merges, the small sword gradually becomes larger, and it has become a three-foot slightly long cold sword in less than ten breaths.

The sword was an inch wide and resembled the wings of a cicada, and when the woman withdrew her fingers, the cold sword flew around her.

Immediately, with a slight flick of the index finger, the long sword stopped in front of Jing Yi.

The woman continued: "The hundred gates are in danger at the time, Zhengyangmen has offended many people, and it will cause trouble, you have this sword to defend yourself, just in case, the master is not there, be careful in everything." ”

"Master Xie, the apprentice must live up to his mission. ”

Looking at the long sword floating in front of her, Jing Yi's eyes were filled with excitement and sincere thanks.

"Let's see if it fits together. ”

The woman pursed her lips and smiled.

"Yes!"

Jing Yi stretched out the index finger of her right hand and gently touched the sword body, and the moment she touched it, a white fluctuation appeared under the entire long sword, the fluctuation was like ripples, but it exuded an amazing chill, which made fine ice crystals appear in the half of the long sword.

And on the long sword, there are ice lotuses growing and blooming, and they are not ordinary at first glance.

Jing Yi withdrew her fingers and grabbed the hilt of the sword, only to see the long sword groan, emitting a violent chill, and under Jing Yi's feet, the frost of Shengxue began to appear, and these frosts were rapidly diffusing around, and after five breaths, Jing Yi's surroundings were already snow-white.

"Humph!"

The long sword was trembling, as if it wanted to fly away, but Jing Yi's expression remained unchanged, only frowning slightly, and suddenly snorted secretly, and the palm of his hand exerted force, and the long sword instantly became honest.

"Thousands of miles frozen!"

After a coquettish sound, Jing Yi suddenly turned sideways and slashed at the front of her, and the ice sword released its brilliance.

There was no sharp sword light, and in the brilliance, only a cold air gushed out, and the white cold air appeared and blew down some decorations, and before these decorations could completely fall, a layer of ice appeared, which was quickly obscured.

"Good sword!"

Jing Yi gently rubbed the long sword with her left hand, and was full of praise, in front of her, there was an ice block about five zhang long, and the gate was covered with ice crystals, so it can be seen what kind of long sword this is?

"With it, it can be matched to build a foundation!"

Holding the spiritual weapon in his hand, he felt confident in his heart, Jing Yi put the sword at his side, the exquisite long sword and the exquisite beauty, a perfect match!