From Shushan to Qin Pavilion, the terrain is steep, rugged and complicated, about one or two days away.

On that day, Ling Jingyun issued an order to everyone, and Yang Hanting actually felt it not long after, although he didn't get a response to the ink cicada flying book, and after that, Qin Ge also began to act silently in secret.

Far away in Shushan, she was afraid that she was revealing her stuffing, but according to her temper and the relationship with Yang Hanting, she would not tell anyone, not long after, the changes in the Qin Pavilion happened, and it turned out to be the opposite of Shu Mountain, and they exchanged positions with each other.

"Forget it, they have always been unpredictable, but fortunately, the senior brother found out early this time, and finally lived up to the master's expectations. The disciples of the Qin Pavilion sat together, only to feel that time was a little boring and boring.

Mo Chan couldn't help but want to curse these days, perhaps because she felt that the struggle between the two factions was becoming more and more intense, every time, she inadvertently passed by the mountainside, or walked fast, or walked slowly, she had some strange emotions.

Such a change is huge, and prominent, extremely spectacular, the sudden rise of the Qin Pavilion, and the suppression of Shu Mountain, make people silent.

Then let's talk about Qin Pavilion first, Yang Hanting doesn't look like what everyone sees, the blow he wants to give to Shushan definitely exceeds everyone's imagination, no matter whether Ling Jingyun notices it or not, in the eyes of the disciples between the two sides and the two factions, who does the victory or defeat belong to, there are different opinions, the disciples get along harmoniously, they are happy, and no one has worried about the two heads.

The disciples of the Qin Pavilion do nothing every day, don't look at them as if they are superior to others now, and where do they forget to keep an eye on their enemies one day, people can't be good-looking, people have a city, not to mention that they are not easy to mess with, wind bones, these two words, can still be shaped.

Looking at these two sects, the situation is a bit like a wavy line, one goes, the other falls, as people often say, there is some involvement.

In the bleak room, the sun shone in and sprinkled on the ground.

The owner of the house went out and did not return, she is the ink cicada, the peaks of the mountains are stacked everywhere, the bottom of the cliff is deep, the birds and flowers in the valley are fragrant, which makes people yearn for it, and when the cicada returns, walking not far from the house, she stepped up her steps and hurried back, feeling a bit like an unusual character, although she didn't want to be like this because of anyone.

An ordinary immortal cultivator, looking down on the ebb and flow of the tide and the sudden changes in the wind and clouds, if she really only has ordinary in her bones, how can she withstand the test for a long time, let alone stand out.

These Shushan characters who have to be mentioned, the key is also equivalent to a fictitious, running all the way, a disciple on Baiyun Square was in a hurry, and everyone couldn't help but look at him, they all wanted to know what would happen next, he found Ling Jingyun in the crowd, looking anxious, panting, isn't he the disciple who is responsible for guarding the valley, just when he knelt in front of the young head to report the situation, all the disciples turned their heads and looked behind them seriously, is the situation in the valley not enough, is there a more urgent situation?

The tense atmosphere, as well as the successive events, couldn't help but Ling Jingyun couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, and the two disciples reported the situation to him to see how he responded.

A pair of eyes, they are all staring at themselves, their eyes are naturally expectant, after all, he is the current head, everyone is looking forward to him, the struggle between the sects is also very ruthless, not to mention the complexity of internal affairs, trivial, internal and external troubles, it is really worrying, female disciples are more knowledgeable than male disciples, they know how to accommodate and understand everything, unlike male disciples, they can't get into trouble at every turn, Ling Jingyun himself has a headache, there is no way, as the head of a faction, he naturally has to know how to take responsibility, and he is not a person who will only pursue to make a show。

The burden on his shoulders looks very heavy, but compared to the pursuit in his heart, the slightly inclined balance is not as serious as outsiders see, plus, in his heart, Shushan still has a right-hand man who can help him, he is naturally those prominent disciples, Lin Xingxiu, Yao Ziqing, Zeng Zhichang, Zhao Yuting, Jiang Hanyi, Ling Yuzhi, Dong Zhiguang.

Yesterday, Ling Yuzhi took a break in Yuxia Peak, and when he was at leisure, his light and breezy temperament slowly appeared, not as dizzy as usual, at the mercy of others, not that he was unwilling to be idle, and sat quietly every day, but, every time he thought of the history of Shushan, those shadows that had gone through wind and frost can be seen everywhere, and the exhortations of his predecessors and elders, he remembered it more clearly than others, and did not fall into a mediocre appearance.

Not long after, less than half an hour, he came out alone and left alone.

Back in Lingyun Peak, the tiredness of the day finally came up, needless to say, he no longer had the extra energy to pay attention to others, as soon as he returned to the room, he fell asleep.

He forgot what he said to Mo Cicada before leaving, but, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that she was unusually silent, how he recalled, and he couldn't remember, so don't think about it, the next day, early in the morning, he came to the cafeteria in a rage, and as soon as he entered, he made an arrogant grimace at the female disciples, and then sat down and calmly made porridge, as if nothing had happened, and the female disciples put down the dishes and chopsticks one after another, and hugged behind him.

The other disciples who looked directly at it were shocked.

After that, nothing special happened, what should I do, each doing its own thing, everywhere I saw the disciples looking for monsters, and when they found it, they naturally rushed up to round it up together.

The sword in everyone's hand exuded an abnormal clear light, cold light, and the murderous aura was extraordinary.

The tip of the sword swiped lightly, leaving a phantom in front of him, the disciple had an extraordinary posture, a childish face, with a little resentment, not far in front of him, there were just dozens of fellow disciples working together to round up a monster, the situation was somewhat similar to the last time on the top of the mountain, these, this is the reason why they made changes, there is no way, because, the energy is used in the wrong place, isn't it equivalent to a waste?

In the distance, there are groups of disciples walking by at the foot of the mountain, on the opposite mountain, half of the roof of the Qingfeng Hall can be seen, and in the entire fairy realm, the fighting spirit is steaming, like a boiling boiler, and there are no disciples guarding the passes.

At this time, the Qin Pavilion was in a poetic calm than usual, as usual, although they did not witness the situation of Shushan with their own eyes, but their intuition was still very sensitive, at this time, if they did not choose to sit and wait for the battle, they could only let it go, ignore it, they made such a big move, even if it was other sects, there would be some vigilance.

Between the two factions, now it all depends on Ling Jingyun, the head of the Qin Pavilion, even if he wants to act, even if he has already drawn up a plan, he still has to look at the opponent's next move and whereabouts.