The scorching sun in the sky overhead, at this time, is like a constantly burning flame, the earth becomes hot and abnormal, the environment in Shu Mountain has not changed much all year round, although at this time, the world is the scorching heat of June, Shu Mountain is not too affected by the hot weather, it is still refreshing, cool breeze, overlooking the whole picture of Shu Mountain, from the entrance of the fairy domain, to Lingyun Peak, the pattern is open and atmospheric, extraordinary, rare in the world, its momentum echoes each other from afar, complements each other, seems to be deeply mysterious, ordinary people are difficult to guess.

If it weren't for someone doing it deliberately, it would be hard to believe that such a spiritual mountain holy realm was the result of its own formation.

Or let's talk about the teenagers in Shushan, as well as those vigorous and resolute female disciples, there are a lot of them, and many of them grew up here, everyone has their own character, and their qualifications are also different.

This place is far away from the hustle and bustle, and the rights and wrongs of the mortal world are forever cut off.

The immortals living here can detect the little changes in the outside world at any time, because they are different from ordinary people's talents, but there is the slightest wind and grass, bad omen, disasters and changes.

In the past, people in the earthly world would not easily disturb them, but now, it is not ordinary people who know that cultivating immortals and cultivating the Dao.

Outsiders' imagination of immortals will always stay in the fairy wind bones, and the illusion is endless.

What the gods look like, he didn't tell anyone personally, folklore, various biographies, nursery rhymes, the rap of the storyteller in the teahouse, their shadows can be roughly found in these things.

The imagination of the gods still depends on the individual.

In the past, the catastrophe of Shushan led to the great changes here, Qingyi also witnessed the occurrence of the disaster, his illusion of the fairy shadow is like a giant god, standing on Lingyun Peak, reminiscent of the gods who opened the world, the fairy realm that has always been auspicious, at that time it became a panicked scene, which made him feel thrilled, that time, if it wasn't for him, things would really get worse and worse, and he, as an outsider, couldn't bear the tragedy.

Every time it rains heavily, the air is filled with fog of various shapes, the next day the weather will cool down sharply, making people suddenly like a dream, for many days, these teenagers are busy and forgetful, and the mountains are clear, holding the belief that chickens and dogs do not stay, and the monsters hidden everywhere are searched out, and they are all killed.

A team without a role model probably won't have much hope, when Ling Jingyun was not in charge, he has always been the leader in everyone's hearts, and now that his identity has changed, no one is so willing to follow suit.

Looking at it, Dong Zhiguang is still quite good.

It's just that he is the head, I'm afraid there will never be hope, the new head has just taken office, and he is younger, speaking of which, it seems that there is a hidden danger in this, that is, if Ling Jingyun falls out with someone, perhaps, it will lead to civil strife, not to mention who will replace him.

Civil strife is also inevitable in such a fairyland, seemingly fairy-like characters, and they also know what the general trend and crisis are, who said that no one doubts, the height is unbearable, Ling Jingyun himself did not notice, but the people who stared at him, their eyes were snowy, and the boulders falling from the sky fell on the steep peaks, crumbling, which was worrying.

In the morning, everyone got up, the disciples guarding the valley may have gotten up in the middle of the night, otherwise they would not have appeared outside so early, there are still a lot of people, at this time, in the meditation room of the female disciples of Yuxia Peak, they all bundled their clothes one by one, picked up their swords, and stepped out of the meditation room, with a fairy style and a good temperament, all of them are ice and snow smart.

No one in the male disciples dared to provoke them, they met like enemies, and when they saw them rampant and domineering, they usually avoided them, either they didn't know each other, or they had a contrived expression, and the female disciples walked by them in groups every time, swaggering past them from a distance, and the sultry appearance was not like a monk, and the momentum of the clamor never decreased.

The male disciples were all confused, and some of them were even like small ghosts seeing big ghosts, standing in muffled voices.

Sympathy is something, ladies are preferred, and the number of female disciples is really small.

It's just just a Yuxia Peak, how many people can it hold.

Their leader is not Mo Chan, nor Lin Yan'er, but the second senior sister who rarely makes a noise and rarely shows up, she can be regarded as a bold person, courageous, unlike others, tender like water.

Leng Jiaojiao walked through Lingyunfeng Square with a group of female disciples, and saw the scene in the valley, she looked like a flower in spring, enjoying the warm sunshine, with a comfortable face, without the slightest other sorrow.

She has a red ribbon tied on her head, a fairy face, and jet-black hair, thick and dark and shiny, which shows that her mind is delicate and extraordinary.

will not be too casual, more vigilant, and the qualifications are better than ordinary people.

People are like fairies in pictures, their personalities are like frost, and their lives are thinner than paper.

I hate butterflies and wild bees the most, but because of the true national color of peonies.

Ling Yuzhi has been hiding in his house recently, what is happening outside, he should be ignorant, Mo Chan said that he looked very funny last time he came down from the top of the mountain, he went back to take a look, and sure enough, it was like that, plus he couldn't eat during that time, and he was relatively thin, so he looked more like a different person, his face was full of dust, and the person became a little like a scripture, a little trance, even Yang Hanting saw him that time, he didn't think so, and he didn't know what to say.

Qin Pavilion, the sky is getting brighter, and the red glow on the horizon is dazzling.

Yang Hanting found out about that strange sect when he was in the north last time, and when everyone left, he secretly went there, thinking of the people who left, and what happened not far from that sect, it was too quiet, like stagnant water, and anyone would feel terrible, and without hesitation, he left.

Now, he thought about this matter again, looking back, the other disciples were busy with their own, he rarely felt that he was the head of a faction but he was happy at the moment, sheltering people from the wind and rain, and facing difficulties from time to time, basically, he knew what the threat was, he remembered the robbery, and decided to use a little trick to let the sect in the north stir up trouble.

He was originally in the Nine Shadows Sect, but as soon as he heard that Yang Hanting was coming, he immediately put down the things in his hand, and he happened to be practicing swords at that time.

He was in a hurry, his expression was confused, and he hurriedly came to the hall, and when he saw Yang Hanting at first glance, he couldn't accept it.

After drinking tea, he never spoke, and in the end, Yang Hanting spoke first: "Don't come to the master, it seems that it has been a while since you went to the Qin Pavilion last time, and the attitude of the head of Li Xinfan this time seems to be more resolute than you, are you still targeting the Immortal Pavilion?"