"I don't blame you, I told you at the beginning, one of those two is the son of Tianyan and the other is from the Hanfeng clan, you have to teach them a lesson!" Lu Yu complained.

"You still said that the old man, didn't he vent his anger to you in the first place?" Deacon Li retorted.

"Keep yelling, are you still going to Nanming?" Lu Yu scolded in a low voice.

"Of course, even if you let Han Feng freeze into an ice sculpture, it's better than letting Di Jun catch it as an ornament!" Deacon Li said immediately.

"Then let's go!" Lu Yu said with a simple touch, and disappeared into Langya City while people were not paying attention........

Long Fengxuan walked out of the teahouse with his disciple Xinwu with a heavy heart, Lu Yu's words made Long Fengxuan understand the seriousness of the matter even more, facing a person like Di Jun behind the scenes, it should not be said that he is a god, there is no chance of winning at the moment, although he has not faced it in person, but he fell asleep for no reason before, there must be some reason for this.

Zhong Kui didn't have such an ability, and he didn't make a move, before Long Fengxuan thought that Di Jun looked down on himself like an ant, but after Lu Yu's narration, Long Fengxuan changed his previous opinion.

Obsessed with condensing the sword path and heavenly sword technique, there are more and more trivial things, and the Ten Thousand Swords Festival is also in the distance, and I don't know what is happening to the master now, and the foundation of the heart has been laid, and it is time to draw qi into the body.

Anyway, don't care about it if there are too many things, Long Fengxuan shook his head, dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to prepare, intending to let Xin Wu enter the blood abyss.

With all this planned in his mind, Long Fengxuan was worried at the moment, he didn't have the trading currency needed by Langya City, although Emperor Yu and Daozu divided Jiuzhou, but they were in their own arrays, everything was different, and each had its own way, just take Qinglian City as an example, the trading currency used in the mortal world was Yubei, and the other tribes were still in a state of bartering, what Langya City needed was broken jade, and Long Fengxuan's body did not have these things needed in the mortal world.

Long Fengxuan immediately thought of the little senior sister in deep thought and distress, hesitated for a long time, and didn't know if the other senior brothers were in retreat, so he had to helplessly take out the image stone from the storage package that he hadn't noticed for a long time.

opened the image stone, and a lot of messages came, Long Fengxuan checked them one by one, there was a thank you message from the eldest brother Yun Xiaoyi, and then there was a recent message from Long Fengyue and the three of them.

"It turns out that the boss and they all left the sect half a year ago and chose to go out to practice, maybe they have already broken through the Jindan realm and reached the Yuanying realm!" Long Fengxuan shook his head enviously, replied to his recent situation, and then slowly found the mark of the little senior sister.

Briefly recounted what happened, passed it to the little senior sister through the image stone, and tactfully sought the current solution.

I thought that the little senior sister was also busy with something, Long Fengxuan was about to put away the image stone, waiting for the little sister to pass the message, but I didn't expect that it didn't take long for the little sister to come to the message, Long Fengxuan hurriedly took out the image stone that had been put away again.

"You are also the palace master of the four major palace masters of the Sword Soul Sect, the palace master of the Dragon Palace, and you can be regarded as the high-level of the sect, you only care about cultivation all day long, can you have some common sense!" As soon as it was opened, it was the little senior sister's coquettish reprimand, Long Fengxuan smiled bitterly, and continued to listen to the little senior sister's reprimand.

"The head of the Fairy Sword Valley is Ziyang Zhenren, the elder of Tianxuan Palace, the predecessor of the Sword Saint Zuo Qiusi is the same senior brother of my father, our senior uncle, Langya City is the city of Langya Mountain boundary, where the power of Fairy Sword Valley is located, the sect has a deacon there, called Tonglou Inn, you go there to find the inn deacon, take out your palace master token, and have your own arrangements!" Then the little senior sister slowly said a lot, and gave Long Fengxuan's solution.

After listening to the words of the little senior sister, Long Fengxuan hurriedly thanked him again and again, and passed the words of thanks through the image stone, and never received any rumors from the little senior sister after that.

At the place of Yan Yueshen in the Sword Soul Gate, the little senior sister Feng Ming reluctantly turned off the image stone, stomped her feet and looked at Yan Yueshen who was drinking immortal brew on the side.

"Mother, when are we going to Immortal Sword Valley?" the little senior sister asked coquettishly towards Yan Yueshen.

"What, can't wait to see that bastard?" Yan Yue drank the immortal brew with a light expression, and didn't raise her head.

"Mother, the little junior brother has never been far away, although he has the position of the palace master, but he doesn't know what the palace master does at all, it is estimated that he only knows that this is his father's order, and he doesn't know anything else!"

"I know, the Ten Thousand Swords Festival is coming, but this time my mother won't go to join in the fun, let's go to your father!" Yan Yueshen said casually. Lagerstroemia

"Why?" the little sister was surprised.

"Nuo Da Sect, your father is gone, someone has to be in charge!" Yan Yueshen shook his head and said.

"Well, then I won't go either!" the little sister whispered.

"Snort..... you don't know that little bit of caution about your mother!" Yan Yueshen shook his head helplessly, poked the little senior sister's forehead and said: "Go ahead, the outside is not better than the sect, if that bastard boy is strong on the outside and inside, he may cause some trouble, your father is not easy to say anything, he will only protect the short, once something happens, it will not be easy to clean up, the duel in the holy land will affect the ranking, and it is very dangerous!" Yan Yueshen touched the forehead of the little senior sister and said softly.

"Well, Ming'er knows!" the little senior sister nodded obediently.

"Go ahead, take the hole cards given to you by your mother, be careful of your own safety, use it as a last resort, and your mother will bear the consequences!" Yan Yueshen said very domineeringly.

"Hmm!" the little sister hummed happily and trotted out.

"This little girl, alas!" Yan Yueshen sighed, looked at her daughter trotting away, and shook her head gently......

In Langya City, Long Fengxuan followed the guidance of the little senior sister and finally came to the destination of the Yilou Inn.

"Dao Chief, please, are you two eating or staying overnight?" The guy from the inn on the same floor greeted warmly, although Long Fengxuan's clothes were shabby, but the Ten Thousand Swords were imminent, how many ascetic monks have not shown their true faces, and a small mortal can not afford to offend.

"Who is your deacon?" Long Fengxuan waved his hand, not paying attention to the man's words.

"Deacon?" the guy was a little confused, "Are you looking for our shopkeeper?" the guy scratched his head.

Long Fengxuan's brows furrowed, this guy in front of him looked like an ordinary person, according to the guidance of the little senior sister, how could the deacon also be a monk, could he be in the wrong place?

However, this scene at the door of the inn on the same floor quickly attracted the eyes of the shopkeeper at the door, the bustling Langya City, and the time when the Ten Thousand Swords Festival was about to be launched, for the inn on the same floor with a huge flow of customers, any wind and grass would attract the attention of the shopkeeper, because the monk's temper was very strange, and a bad deal would cause a big mess.

"What's going on?" asked, the shopkeeper with a big fat belly.

"Shopkeeper, this Taoist chief said he was looking for you!" said the man respectfully.

"Looking for me?" The big-bellied shopkeeper looked at the strange Long Fengxuan and Xinwu, although he was puzzled and didn't know the two of them, but he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, the guy didn't offend these two people rudely.

"No, may I ask who your deacon is?" Long Fengxuan looked at the big-bellied shopkeeper who was still a mortal, so he had to repeat the previous words.

"Yes, yes, he's looking for a deacon, maybe the shopkeeper knows!" the guy said quickly.

"Okay, it's none of your business, you go and greet the others!" The big-bellied shopkeeper waved his hand, casually sent the guys, and re-examined Long Fengxuan and Xin Wuren, "Where did the immortal chief come from?"

"Sword Soul Gate!" Long Fengxuan looked at the big-bellied shopkeeper as if he understood, and he didn't hide it at the moment, and said softly.

"Dao Chief, please one by one!" The big-bellied shopkeeper heard Long Fengxuan's words, waved his hand and gestured to a place, making a gesture of please.

Long Fengxuan nodded, strode towards here, followed the guidance of the big-bellied shopkeeper, walked through the door of the inn and walked towards the innermost Accord, the big-bellied shopkeeper closed the door of the Accord in a friendly manner, and did not enter.