An extraordinary waterfall slopes down from the cliff seven or eight zhang high, bursts in the "White Dragon Pool" below the cliff, the clear and crystal water splashes in the air, and under the warm sunshine, there is a colorful rainbow across the entire White Dragon Pond in the water mist.

There is a raised boulder in the middle of the White Dragon Pool, which has been washed by the water that has been flowing down for thousands of years, and it has long been without an edge.

Standing on the boulder was a young Taoist priest in a gray robe, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with neatly combed black hair. It seems that because of years of sword training in Tianzhu Peak, the skin on his face is a little rough, and it is a little black from the wind and frost, but it is very clean.

The young Taoist priest held an extremely complicated-looking handprint in both hands, and on his back was a black sword box made of dark iron.

The black iron sword box had been opened, and three short swords less than a foot long were flying in the air around the young Taoist, the sword flashed, full of spirituality, and seemed to be in touch with the young Taoist.

This young Taoist priest is Gu Tiannan's seventh uncle, Wu Hongfeng, the youngest of the "Hongxuan Seven Swords" but the highest in swordsmanship.

Wu Hongfeng's sword broke through the air, his expression was solemn, and under the reflection of the brilliant rainbow, he had a bit of the demeanor of a dusty sword immortal.

Seeing the young boy in the green robe walking through the bamboo forest to the side of the "White Dragon Pool", Wu Hongfeng put away his focused expression and complicated handprints, and the three short swords flew into the black iron sword box like a tired bird returning to its nest, and the sharp whistling sword sound immediately stopped.

Yiyi Imperial Sword is the highest realm of swordsmanship, the initial stage is to "raise the sword fetus", only with the flying sword mind, in order to volley the sword, in ten zhang away to take the enemy's life.

At present, in the "Hongxuan Seven Swords", only the old seven Wu Hongfeng can do it with the sword, and Qingce Tianzun also values this talented disciple the most, and handed over the three spiritual flying swords in the Hongxuan Sect to Wu Hongfeng.

Although others are envious, they don't dare to have any opinions, who makes Wu Hongfeng, the seventh elder of the family, have the highest kendo attainments?

Qingniu stretched out his thick tongue and licked a few mouthfuls of snow water in the white dragon pool, the young boy in the green robe blinked, nodded at Wu Hongfeng, showed a shallow smile on his face, and said in a tone of pointing juniors: "There is growth!"

Wu Hongfeng should have practiced his sword for a long time in this White Dragon Pool, and in such a cold season, his face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the gray robe around his neck had been soaked with sweat.

Wu Hongfeng shook his sour arm, a confident smile appeared on his face, and his white teeth made his cheeks a little dark.

"Hongfeng's qualifications are dull, after three years of hard work, the sword fetus of Chunhan and Luhua has been completed, and there is only one sword left, and it will take time to communicate with Hongfeng. Wu Hongfeng bent down and gave a deep look at the young boy in the green robe, and his attitude was extremely respectful.

"You kid is still a piece of material, and it is in vain that I have taught you a lot of advice. If there are ten Wu Hongfeng among the disciples of Hongxuan Sect, why worry that there will be no successor? You kid keeps saying that Gu Tiannan, the little baby of Dongcang Pavilion, is extraordinary, and he is a billet who practices swords. I'll take a look, that little baby is as stupid as a pig and a dog, Gu Fan is a dead-eyed stereotyped nerd, how strong can his disciple be?"

The young boy in the green robe jumped off the back of the cow and beckoned to Wu Hongfeng.

Wu Hongfeng hurriedly jumped off the boulder, followed behind the green-robed child, and walked towards a wooden house in the bamboo forest.

"Among the junior disciples of Hongxuan Sect, except for that Lin Fengming, Gu Tiannan has the best talent. He followed Senior Brother Ning Yuan down the mountain for two years, and for some reason, it seemed that the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land in his body had all been opened, and he was five years earlier than me. Wu Hongfeng took the bamboo flute from the hand of the young boy in the green robe and led the cow rope, like a servant.

"Oh, this little fool still has such a blessed fate, but he is only in his twenties, and all the seventy-two caves in his body have been opened. If that's the case, can't I hand over such a good piece of jade to Gu Fan for polishing, Gu Fan is just a candy blower! For the sake of Hongxuanzong's century-old cause, it seems that I still have to go to the Hidden Immortal Rock to have a look. The young boy in the green robe pursed his lips, and the expression on his face was old-fashioned.

Wu Hongfeng opened the small door of the wooden house, and the young boy in the green robe sat down to drink tea, looking like a frequent visitor to Tianzhu Peak.

On the side of Yinxian Rock, I don't know when Zhao Tianyang had left, leaving only Senior Brother Gu Tiannan to practice swords alone.

After practicing for half an hour, Gu Tiannan stopped and wiped his sweat, standing on a boulder on the edge of the cliff, looking at the rugged mountain road under the ethereal sea of clouds in the distance, hoping to see Ling Cangxue's figure.

Gu Tiannan looked at it for a long time, he couldn't see his sweetheart Ling Cangxue, but he saw two figures, one black and one white, walking slowly along the mountain road, the black figure was rickety and short, and the white figure was tall and burly.

The two figures twisted and turned, walking faster and faster, and they walked to the Hidden Immortal Rock in a short time.

Gu Tiannan turned around and saw that wearing a black embroidered brocade robe was a little old man with a goatee, a wealthy businessman, wearing a small jade hat on his head, holding a polished cane in his hand, his face was wrinkled, but his eyes were bright.

Wearing a white shirt was a black-faced reckless man with five big and three thick, with rough facial features, the rosacea nose on his face was particularly conspicuous, his strong muscles propped up his sleeves, and he was more than a head taller than Gu Tiannan.

The strong man in the white shirt stood quietly behind the little old man in the black robe, could it be that he was the family member who took care of the home of a wealthy businessman? If he can afford to hire such a powerful family, this little old man's family must be very wealthy.

The location of the Hidden Immortal Rock is hidden, coupled with the steep terrain, it is not open to tourists and pilgrims, and only the disciples of Hongxuanzong are qualified to enter.

The two uninvited guests in front of Gu Tiannan were obviously not disciples of Hongxuanzong, why didn't the junior disciple on duty at the mountain gate stop them?

Thinking of this, Gu Tiannan immediately asked politely: "What do the two friends have to do? This place is the Hidden Immortal Rock in the forbidden land of Hongxuan Sect, and no idle people are allowed to enter, please turn around and go down the mountain!"

"Miscellaneous people, etc.?" the strong man in white shirt smiled contemptuously, disapproving Gu Tiannan's words.

The little old man of the rich businessman in the black robe stroked his beard, tapped the purple cane in his hand to the ground, and said with a smile: "Lin Yuan, no matter where we go, we can't lose our manners! This son is outstanding and handsome, but Gu Tiannan, the famous disciple of Dongcang Pavilion?"

Gu Tiannan's eyes rolled, how could this little old man know his name? How many catties and taels he had, Gu Tiannan knew best. He has a reputation for farts in the rivers and lakes, but the words "outstanding, handsome and chic" sound very smooth.

Gu Tiannan put the Huanchen Sword back into the scabbard, took two steps forward, and said loudly: "It is Gu Tiannan, the senior disciple of Dongcang Pavilion, who dares to ask the two friends their surnames, what do you have to teach here?"

After listening to Gu Tiannan's words, the little old man in black and the big man in white looked at each other, and the two nodded to each other, revealing a relieved expression.

The white-shirted man looked cold, didn't say a word, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, and smashed straight towards Gu Tiannan with a punch in his chest.

Gu Tiannan was stunned, he didn't know these two people, how could he say that he would fight?

The white-shirted man's punch was menacing, like a raging bear, and a few feet away in an instant.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come!

Facing the strong man in white shirt with fast moves, Gu Tiannan didn't dare to hold it up at all, his left leg retreated half a step, his right leg was slightly bent, and he stretched out his hands to catch this punch.

"Peng" made a loud noise, and Gu Tiannan's hands slammed into the fists of the white-shirted man.

Gu Tiannan's arms were numb from the shock, his mouth was bleeding, his hands were almost unconscious, and he took more than a dozen steps back one after another to stabilize his body.

Looking at the two marks drawn by Gu Tiannan on the snow when he retreated, the white-shirted man rubbed his wrists, and said with a relaxed attitude: "Good boy, sure enough, there are some catties and two, take me with a punch, and your arm is not broken!"

Gu Tiannan was horrified, he had once blocked the sweat and blood of the sighing Qingchen under the Xuanyue Gate, but the strength of this white-shirted man was stronger than that of a horse, and this person's realm was probably above the second grade.

If this strong man in white shirt punches again, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it!

Gu Tiannan subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but his right arm held the hilt of the sword but couldn't stop trembling, if he took out the sword at this moment, he would definitely show his decline.

As soon as his own decline is revealed, won't the opponent be even more unscrupulous?

Gu Tiannan thought about it, he definitely couldn't beat this white-shirted man, and if he fought hard, there would be no good result. But if you can hold on for a moment or three, and a junior brother comes over, you will definitely be able to ask the master to save yourself.

So Gu Tiannan said loudly: "This big brother, this uncle, I have a plain life with the two of you, there is no grievance in the past and no hatred in the past, there must be a clean and honest person to beat people, right? My master Gu Fan is about to come to test my swordsmanship, and my master Zu Qingce Tianzun has already come out of the customs, we can find his old man to comment!"

"Hahaha!" The little old man in the black robe laughed heartily, laughing very happily, he squinted his eyes and laughed for a while before pointing at Gu Tiannan and said: "Boy, you scare me with Qingce's old bones? If the old man is afraid of him, will he come to this Dongting Mountain? Gu Fan's junior doesn't need to say it! Lin Yuan, give you another trick, hold him down to the old man!"

The strong man in the white shirt raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and a cruel look appeared on his face.

Hearing this, Gu Tiannan hurriedly took a breath of true qi and tightly grasped the hilt of the Huanchen Sword.

The sword drawing style has been practiced more than 100,000 times, and if the timing is skillful, it should be able to cut off the wrist of the white-shirted man with one sword!

Gu Tiannan was ready to go, but before he could see the white-shirted man's move, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and the white-shirted man had already flown out of a distance of two feet, one hand firmly pressed Gu Tiannan's wrist, and the other hand directly choked Gu Tiannan's throat.

Gu Tiannan couldn't even breathe, and the Huanchen Sword couldn't be unsheathed at all!

The little old man in the black robe coughed and said, "Bring him to the old man, the old man wants to take a good look, why is that noble man interested in this hairy boy?"