This laughter sounded like thunder to the Taoist in Tsing Yi, roaring in his mind, and his figure would stabilize at this moment, and anger burned in his eyes.

The little donkey was even more frightened, its hooves trembled, its hair was counted down, and it glanced at the Taoist in Tsing Yi from time to time, not daring to say anything.

Although the strength of Shen Yin is great, he grasps the measure and does not throw it far away, only more than ten zhang. But it was these more than ten zhang that made them a step slower, so that they became the real penultimate first.

"Damn Shenyin, I'll do it if I can't say it, alas, it's really head-wrenching. ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi said helplessly, looked at the disappearing back of Shen Yin, shook his head, and then counted his fingers, this is the sixteenth time he has lost, although he is not convinced every time, but there is no way, Shen Yin cultivation is higher than him......

If you can't say it, just fight, what can you do!

"Hey, I'll win him next time. ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi clenched his fists, straightened his robe, and then jumped into a leap and rode on the back of the little donkey, and then patted it on the back casually.

The little donkey was already frightened, but at this moment, he was slapped by it, and suddenly kicked his hooves and jumped forward, almost throwing out the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

"You want it, little donkey?! I am a life-saver, and you dare to be so presumptuous. ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi scolded angrily at the little donkey under the seat, and slapped it on the back when he spoke, only to hear the crackling sound, which was exceptionally crisp.

The little donkey roared, showing a touch of grievance in his big black eyes, and his feelings were complicated for this Tsing Yi Taoist, both grateful and helpless.

But after all, it was this Tsing Yi Daoist who saved its life, it was psychic, and knew that there would be retribution, and at this moment, carrying the Tsing Yi Daoist had already stepped into the road of sword light.

"Zhao Yifan of the Cloud Thunder Sect, come to the Sword Sect to watch the appearance of the Sword Tomb!"

The voice of the Taoist in Tsing Yi was mighty, and a big wave of the Yangtze River surged towards Jianfeng.

"Brother Yifan, why should you be so formal, you travel all over the world, it's so comfortable, this time the sword mound is in the world, I didn't expect you to come, there is Shenyin in the front, and Tsing Yi in the back, you two are really in love, hahaha. ”

A hearty laugh came out from the top of the sword peak, and there was a hint of envy in his tone.

"Alas, don't mention it, I'm too hard......"

This Tsing Yi is Zhao Yifan, a person from the Yunlei Sect, because he likes to travel, so he travels all over the world all the year round, and has a bit of popularity.

But until he met Shenyin, all this changed, but wherever he went, he would never feel a little comfortable, on the contrary, there was constant embarrassment everywhere.

Zhao Yifan rode a little donkey and walked slowly on the sword light, all kinds of the past came to his mind, and his head was big for a while, and he seemed to regret agreeing to agree to the senior brother to come to the Sword Sect, but now it was too late, and he had to watch the sword mound with Shen Yin.

Qingzhuang Xiaozhu, located on the mountainside of Jianfeng, is the place where the Sword Sect receives distinguished guests, from the foot of the mountain to this place needs to walk half a day, so these days but all those who come to watch the appearance of the sword mound, there is a sword light to lead, directly to Qingzhuang Xiaozhu, saving the road to work.

Although there is a small character in Qingzhuang Xiaozhu, it is not small at all, it is enough to have a square circle of 10,000 zhang, almost to occupy all the mountainside of Jianfeng, the houses in the small building are like, the traffic is strange, like the countryside, sweet and quiet. If it weren't for this Sword Peak, the world would never have imagined that the Sword Sect that was mighty in the world would also have such a tranquil place.

"Old man, the scenery here is beautiful, like the mundane world, it's not that the Sword Sect is the honor of the Northern Regions, famous for its swords, it stands to reason that this place should be a sword aura and extraordinary, how can it be so peaceful?"

Zhou Qian followed Shenyin all the way to this Qingzhuang Xiaozhu, and found that except for a few places where there was sword qi agitation, most of the area was as quiet as water, and it was still water that did not make any waves, so he couldn't help but let out a question.

"In the end, he is still a hairy boy who has never seen the world, no wonder, at your young age, if you understand the layout of the Sword Sect, it is really strange!"

Shen Yin was not surprised by Zhou Qian's question, it seemed that he had expected it, he looked at the huge Qingzhuang Xiaozhu, revealing a trace of reminiscence.

"I haven't been here in years......"

Shen Yin sighed again, and then turned to a rugged path, Zhou Qian didn't know the road conditions, and also followed Shen Yin to the past, although this is a small road, but there is still an endless stream of people coming and going, and it seems that it is not affected by the path.

After passing through a peach forest, there is a cave in front of the sky, where a waterfall hangs, like the Milky Way falling for nine days, flying straight down, surging, and rolling up endless water vapor, filling the surroundings.

It feels like being in a fairyland, like a dream.

Suddenly, a faint aroma of wine slowly floated out of the air, and as soon as he smelled this smell, Shen Yin's pace immediately accelerated to meet him, as if he was afraid that it would be gone, and he didn't even care if Zhou Qian followed or not.

"Hey, old man, wait for me!"

As soon as Zhou Qian saw the old man's pace quickening, he immediately shouted and immediately followed, for fear that he would lose it.

The source of the aroma of wine is a limestone house, which is not high, only one zhang, but just before this stone house, it is crowded with people at this moment.

There is a huge wine vat next to the stone house, and there is a piece of red paper pasted on this wine vask, on which is written a vigorous and powerful "bamboo" character, which alone has attracted countless people to come.

There are three famous wines in the Northern Regions, one is the white bud wine of the Green Water Sect, the second is the stone spike wine of the Simen Du family, and the third is the bamboo wine of the Sword Sect!

These three major wines are famous in the Northern Regions, especially this Sword Sect bamboo wine, because there is an invisible sword qi stored in each jar of wine, so the wine has a strong aroma, such as a sword that shocks the sky, and the wine enters the throat, and it will return to the intestines.

Shen Yin had already come to the front of the stone house at this moment, there were many people here, all of them were good drinkers, among them was the first person from the Luofeng Sect who came to the Sword Sect, the old man with a childish face, and there was a young man beside him at this moment, who was crowded around at the moment, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

He didn't want to come here, but he was dragged by him, saying that he must taste a bamboo wine, otherwise, it would be for nothing.

Zhou Qian saw that the young man was about the same age as himself, and he was a disciple of the Luofeng Sect, one of the seven sects, but he could also make friends, as the so-called relying on his parents at home and his friends outside.

Zhou Qian didn't follow the sloppy old man at the moment, after all, he had a feeling, if he insisted on following him, he would probably be squeezed to death, his small body was not enough to see. But he still came to the stone house, but instead of facing the vat, he chose a place with a little less people, but even so, it was still uncomfortable.

"Little brother, did you come to see the Sword Shrine with the ancestors of the sect?"

Zhou Qian saw the young man from the Falling Wind Sect in the crowd, and whispered to him at this moment.

The crowd was surging, the voice was mixed, Zhou Gan shouted a few times in succession, and the young man noticed that someone was calling him, and then his eyes were embarrassed, and he saw Zhou Gan who was waving to him through the crowded crowd with difficulty.

"Little brother, I'm here to see the Sword Shrine in the world, I'm a member of the Qingshan Sect, and I see you too, don't take the two of us together, it's too crowded here!"

Zhou Qian saw that the young man noticed him at this moment, so he shouted at him loudly, and there was a trace of excitement in his tone.

"Huh, how did he know?"

After the young man heard the unfamiliar voice, he hesitated for a while, and when he looked at Zhou Qian, he hesitated. Baidu takes a look at the latest chapter of "Immortal Tomb Masterpiece Literature" to read for free for the first time.