The reason why he appeared in the poor mountain was precisely because of the matter of the Heavenly Maiden Palace.

He was familiar with this sect.

Whether it was before that incident, he had traveled with that person several times, or in the many years after that incident, he had been there several times, so he naturally knew a lot about the Heavenly Maiden Palace.

This time he explained his intention but was politely refused, which didn't matter to him.

Although he has some affection for this sect, it is nothing more.

Back then, for that incident, the master of the Heavenly Maiden Palace also went to the Holy Yan Sect in person, and found some people, including him, of course, the most important thing was the baby.

She wanted to take the baby away, but Ziyang Zhenren didn't agree.

The two of them were at a stalemate for several days, and those days were really difficult for the disciples of the Holy Yan Sect.

The wrath of the sage is always accompanied by visions, not to mention a tigress who can't tell her age.

The most important thing is that this tigress is still an Earth Immortal Sage in the Dao realm.

However, the old man Ziyang Zhenren was also unusually strong, and he didn't back down a step.

Not a single ray of sunlight could shine through the heavy clouds to the Holy Yan Sect.

The vast peaks of the mountains are as if they were in a huge shadow.

Bursts of roaring thunder flickered in the sky, and the rain in the wind was also bitterly cold, even if they were not afraid of the cold and heat, they were still a little shivering in it.

Perhaps it was because the Heavenly Maiden Palace had helped the Holy Yan Sect before, and the Wuwei Daoist of Tianji Peak had been silent all the time.

After a few days, the situation finally improved, the sky gradually cleared, and the sun began to shine again.

The baby ended up staying in the Saint Yan sect.

It seems that the old man Ziyang really has a set of ways to deal with tigresses.

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Qingyu's sentence grew up, leaving Lu San speechless for a while.

Looking at the little uncle who was still very young in front of him, Lu San thought to himself that you are not young anymore.

"Maybe it's because of my early practice, my body is developing more slowly..."

Lu San thought that Qing Yu was still laughing at Yan Ruxue, so he avoided that sentence so lightly.

Cui Lin and the others listened to the words of the two, and their faces were a little strange, but they didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't dare to inquire about the story.

Light Feather retracted his fluttering thoughts and thought of another thing.

"It's been years with me that I think it's time to give it back to you, and it's up to you what happens to you. A hint of banter flashed across Qing Yu's face.

"Oh, what is Uncle Xiao talking about? And what means do you have to see me?"

What Qing Yu said, Lu San really didn't know. As for the latter words, when he thought of Yan Ruxue's figure, his heart was also hot, but the painful experience told him that it was better to pretend to be confused.

"Hehe... You'll find out about that thing later. ”

"Uncle Xiao is playing again..."

Lu San whispered, but Qing Yu didn't answer, but looked into the distance.

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The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

No one dared to stop against the man's will. No one dared to pass by the street, at least until the man left.

What happened today, for a long time to come, will become a hot topic in the poor mountain city, over time, it will spread to the entire Xiping Continent, just because the fierce black feather tower is being trampled under the feet today.

Whether it was the white-haired man who defeated Liu Rufeng, or the man who single-handedly suppressed the Elder of the Black Feather Tower, they were all shocked.

With such power and subduing many major repairs, they gradually guessed that that person might come from a terrifying sect.

The crowd walked far away before people began to talk about it, and some people happily told what they had seen.

The three words Black Feather Lou are destined to be mentioned countless times, and Yuan Chongliu is like the wind, and it will be mentioned countless times, but this time is different from before, because this time they are poor foils.

In the southwest of the inner city of Poor Mountain, far away from the entrance of the street, there is a towering building, which rises layer by layer like a giant tower, it is one of the tallest buildings in the inner city of Poor Mountain, the Water Tower.

At the top of the water viewing building, there is a very gorgeous pavilion, standing here and looking out, the beautiful scenery of the poor mountain can be seen at a glance.

A very young-looking man was standing in the gazebo.

The man was wearing a green shirt, and there was an unusually fierce aura all over his body, which was getting thicker and thicker, and it was still climbing upward.

The aura overflowed like flames, swirling around the man, making the void distorted and hazy.

Perhaps hearing the discussion in the distance, a hint of gloom flashed in the man's eyes as he looked into the distance.

His name is Gu Yan, and he is a sword cultivator of the "Cangshui Sword Sect" of the Xipingzhou faction, and he is also a sword cultivator who crosses the sea realm.

Gu Yan is known as the most outstanding genius disciple of the Cangshui Sword Sect in recent centuries.

Because it only took him a very short time to cross the sea, and he crossed the sea by the way of the sword.

It's difficult, and a title goes by the way - the star of Xiping.

How could he really bow his head and bow his eyebrows if he was as proud as he was, not to mention that he still had a lot of grudges with the Holy Yan Sect, so he didn't meet that person during this time.

Over the years, there have been many cultivators who have dared to defy the battle hall, but without exception, they have all been suppressed.

Among these people, there is his uncle, the wild and free man.

That person also gave him a lot of help on the road of growth, and was his most important guide, friend, and partner.

They had traveled the world together to eliminate demons, and they drank and talked together, and he had long regarded him as a lifelong mentor and friend, perhaps his uncle was the same, and his rank was never anything in that person's eyes.

Later, he returned to the sect to retreat and realize the sword.

And when the man was traveling far away, he drew his sword for a battle of will, wanting to provoke the power of heaven.

Maybe that's his way of the sword.

Rather bend than bend.

As his uncle walked in several battle halls with injuries, he finally made the matter out of control, attracting several battle halls to cross the sea for overhaul.

In that battle, his uncle was also extremely fierce, and with only one "white flower", he fought with several cultivators in the same realm.

The edge of sword cultivation was vividly displayed in that battle.

It's just that since then, Uncle Shi has not been heard from, and later I learned that he had been put into the sinkhole of the Holy Yan Sect.

The news came back, and the ancestor of the sect went to the Shengyan Sect to intercede, but it was useless.

When he heard about this, he was filled with grief and indignation, and he only hated that his cultivation was shallow, and he couldn't pick such a great evil sect with a sword.

Then he became more and more penance, just so that one day, he could go to the heavens with a sword.

He had been in the poor mountain for many days, and today he wanted to leave, but he was stopped by a glance of divine thoughts, to which he knew who belonged to them.

Thinking of the origin of that person, his sword intent became more and more difficult to suppress, and he didn't want to suppress it anymore, as the sword intent surging out, he had a strong thought.

This thought made his blood boil and burned his ambition!

That is what he wants to rise to the sky and go to meet the invincible battle hall light feather for a while.

He knew that even if he could cross the border and fight, it would be difficult for him to defeat this man.

But he just wants to give it a try, just to wash away the hatred of the ancestor who was humiliated and his uncle was towned!

Now that the sword intent has reached its peak, Gu Yan's eyes are blazing with battle intent.

That being the case, then the battle!

The next moment, Gu Yan's figure burst out, and a cold little sword accompanied him!