The white-haired old man said goodbye to Senior Brother He and returned to the place where he was hit by the iron sword before, although he still couldn't understand what Senior Brother He was thinking, but he still started thinking about Qu Chi's report again.

"The one who is evil, the one who is evil. Isn't it because of you people that Senior Brother He will become what he is today? I didn't expect that you will not stop today, and it seems that this time you must cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. The white-haired old man muttered to himself, but the words he said were so cold and cruel.

For the white-haired old man and the monks of the sword sect of their lineage, the existence of these guys is definitely the most lingering stubborn disease in their hearts, and they have fought with those people countless times for thousands of years. But there is a question here that even the white-haired old man does not understand, in fact, many years ago, those calamities have almost been killed and injured, because of the natural lifespan, after the sword faction cut off those paths, those calamities have been powerless, and these years are not so much fighting with those people as with those monks who help them.

It's just that there is obviously a very strange thing about this time, Qu Chi's little iron sword said that the traces found by Jin Xu are obviously traces within the last month, could it be that which of those roads has been reopened? Or is there a monk who can cultivate their kind of energy, if it is the former, it is easy to do, if it is the latter......

The white-haired old man's brows were twisted together, and it was obvious that he didn't have a good way to deal with this illusion.

"Those who achieve great things are not informal, and it seems that it is time to be ruthless for once. The white-haired old man sighed.

......

At the top of Fengjian Mountain, a towering hall stands in the center. There are no bells and whistles in the middle of the main hall, there are just mottled flying swords inserted in the ground one after another, and many of the flying swords even seem to have a faint rust, adding a bit of depression to the hall out of thin air.

However, the situation in the main hall was lively, and it was not affected by this depression at all. A group of half-grown children were laughing and playing in the hall, and each of them had a flying sword in his hand, and from the same rust, it was clear that the flying sword in his hand was no different from the one on the ground.

In addition to the children, in the center of the hall sat a young monk. The young monk was dressed in a black robe, and his long, equally jet-black hair was scattered over his shoulders. Although his dress looked a little unruly, there was no smile on his face, and he sat in the main hall and didn't know what he was thinking.

At the door of the main hall, there were also a few monks dressed in the same clothes as the young man, but the appearance of these monks was not as serious as that young man, but they looked at the children who were playing with laughter. As for age, they are also old and young, but most of them look only middle-aged. But what is the age of the monk? not credible, not credible.

The white-haired old man flew over from somewhere and landed directly in the center of the main hall, and the moment he saw the white-haired old man, all the monks in the hall stopped their movements together.

"Master. This was the name of the young man in the center of the hall and the black-robed monks at the door.

"Master. That's what the kids call it.

The white-haired old man nodded and accepted their greetings, and then instructed the young man in the center of the main hall, "Don't speak, give the children a holiday today, I have something to explain to your senior brothers." ”

Mo Buyu nodded slightly, "Yes." Then he said to the children, "You have all heard it, and you will rest for a day today." ”

"Oh," the children erupted in cheers.

"Don't be too happy, even if you're a monk, you can't leave this Fengjian Mountain, you know?" Mo Buyu said coldly.

But then no one answered him, and the children had already run out of the temple gate. As for not being able to leave Fengjian Mountain, it doesn't matter, anyway, Fengjian Mountain is so big, they still have a lot of things to do.

"Alas" looked at the petite backs, and couldn't help but sigh. Don't these boys really know what they're going to do in the future? It's a far cry from when we did.

And after waiting for the last child to run out, the white-haired old man waved his hand, and a solid soundproof formation appeared around the main hall, "Xiao Yan, a few of you also come here." The white-haired old man waved his hand and said.

Shan Xiaoyan and several other senior brothers also came to Mo Buyu's side, and asked the white-haired old man with some confusion, "What's the matter, master, it seems that something big has happened to you?"

The white-haired old man said in a heavy tone, "Calamity, those guys have reappeared. ”

"These endless slaughtering miscellaneous people, can't they even see the current situation clearly? It's all like this, and anyone still has the luxury of looking forward to taking refuge in those people to get something?" Shan Xiaoyan is not more than three hundred years old, and he has only participated in this kind of thing once or twice over the years, and he has never seen any calamities at all, only those who are also monks like them. Therefore, he never understood why those people would take refuge in those calamities, couldn't he see the status of their sword faction in the cultivation realm?

Mo Buyu shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Shan Xiaoyan's opinion. Although he was the youngest of the crowd, he had never even participated in this kind of thing once, and he was only responsible for teaching the juniors on weekdays, but his sword spirit was an older existence than Qu Chi's sword spirit Jin Xu, and he naturally heard a lot of things that others didn't know. Those people are just doing their duty as a retainer for some kind of glory and wealth. But no matter what the reason is, for the sword faction, they are just enemies, and when it comes to enemies, the sword faction will never be soft.

The white-haired old man said lightly, "It's different from what you think, this time, according to Qu Chi's kid, Jin Xu has found a very fresh trace." In other words, there are only two possibilities, one is that there is a problem with those channels......"

"Impossible. Mo Buyu shook his head and said, "Each of those passages is guarded by at least two senior brothers, even if there is really any problem, there is no reason why we can't receive news at all." ”

The white-haired old man nodded approvingly, "Bu Yu is right. So there is only the second type left, and there are monks who have cultivated that kind of energy. ”