The Wangwu Sect was about three or four thousand miles away from the Yuntai Sect.

Guo Yang and the other five people stepped on the flying sword, walked day and night, did not slow or sick, flew four or five hundred miles a day, and found a sparsely populated place to meditate and cultivate. With Guo Yang's mind, it is best to fly thirty or fifty miles a day, spend one hundred and eighty days, and slowly grind to the Wangwu faction.

The core disciple of Tongtian Peak is called Xu Fan, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, cultivated in the later stage of foundation building, and his appearance is quite handsome.

The core disciple of Wen Shifeng is called Lianshan, thirty-two or thirteen years old, cultivated in the later stage of foundation building, and looks dignified and quite powerful.

The core disciple of Yuquan Peak is called Wuyao, twenty-three or four-year-old, cultivated in the late stage of foundation building, pale complexion, and quite delicate.

The core disciple of Jade Girl Peak is Tie Xin, who looks like he is twenty-three or four years old, but he looks like he is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and Guo Yang can't figure out the actual age of others. The iron heart is the Great Perfection cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, and it is the highest cultivation among the five people.

The core disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak is Guo Yang, who is black and unremarkable, and is also the most low-key of the five.

Guo Yang followed behind the four core disciples in front of him, didn't talk much, and when everyone meditated and practiced during the day, he also looked listless and absent-minded. This was quite disgusting to the other four core disciples.

Especially Tiexin, I don't know why, as soon as she saw Guo Yang, she was suddenly in a bad mood, frowning and snorting coldly at every turn, which made Guo Yang retreat very interestingly.

Among the five people, the core is faintly iron-hearted, and everyone will take the initiative to ask iron-hearted if they have anything.

Guo Yang's cultivation is the lowest, which is the middle stage of foundation building, so it is natural to become "Senior Brother Guo".

And the only thing that bothers Guo Yang is that Xu Fan, Lianshan and even Wuyao can call Tie Xin a junior sister, but Guo Yang must call her senior sister.

Guo Yang couldn't provoke Tiexin, so he had to obediently call others "senior sister". He is honest on the surface, but in his heart he keeps slandering: "Just call you senior sister, don't blame me if you call you an old woman!"

"Senior Sister Tiexin, more than three hundred miles ahead, there is the Wangwu faction. We should be considered to have entered the core area of the Wangwu Sect's sect. Do you want to send them a note and let me know?" Xu Fan stepped on the flying sword, stood in a green shirt and stood in the wind, and said lightly.

"It's fine. Tie Xin bowed slightly and said.

"Senior Sister Tiexin's flying sword is close to the magic weapon level, it is Mr. Iron's masterpiece in the end!" Wen Shifeng's core disciple Lian Shan praised loudly.

Guo Yang squinted at Tiexin's flying sword, and it was indeed a superb magic weapon, with a simple sword body, with twenty or thirty faint gray patterns on it, which looked quite mysterious.

Tie Xin smiled faintly, did not speak, and flew all the way to the sun, fluttering her soft and shiny black hair.

"This shrew is actually quite good-looking, but her temper is too big, I don't know which unlucky guy will marry her in the future?" Guo Yang followed listlessly, and the pair of five-spirit boots under his feet were gray and inconspicuous.

Soon, several disciples of the Wangwu Sect in the foundation building period were accompanied by a Jindan stage senior named Chang Rong, and they welcomed from afar.

Everyone greeted each other on the flying sword and exchanged pleasantries, and the senior of the Jindan period led the way in front and flew straight to the Wangwu faction.

As one of the top Xiuzhen sects in Yizhou, the Wangwu faction has some of the atmosphere of the Jianghu gang, but its heritage is still quite considerable. Along the way, Guo Yang and the others looked down on the flying sword at the hundreds of peaks around the Wangwu Sect, all of which were towering into the clouds, green and straight, and the Grand Canyon covered by countless clouds and fog was several times more magnificent than the Yuntai Sect.

More than two hours later, the group arrived at the helm of the Wangwu faction.

It is an extremely high mountain, surrounded by steep and unusually steep waterfalls, and the sound of rumbling water can be faintly heard. Around the peaks, tall green pines can be seen everywhere, and more birds and spirit animals continue to appear.

The peak, is a tall and majestic building, the eaves curved corridor, the golden splendor, in the bursts of dense clouds and mist, more magnificent.

Guo Yang followed behind everyone, like a hillbilly, looking around, and sighed in his heart: "Good guy, this Wangwu faction is much more magnificent than the Yuntai Sect, if you just look at the momentum, the Wangwu faction seems to be the real cultivation sect of the 10,000-year-old inheritance." ”

Everyone accompanied Chang Rong, the predecessor of the Jindan period of the Wangwu faction, into a large hall, where there were already dozens of people sitting or standing, seemingly waiting for Guo Yang and the others.

"Senior Brother in charge, the disciples of the Yuntai Sect have arrived to help my Wangwu faction. Chang Rong bowed down and said to the old man sitting on a chair in the center of the main hall.

The old man was in good spirits, his hair was white, and he nodded slightly and smiled: "The outstanding disciples of the Yuntai Sect rushed to the aid of my Wangwu faction, and the little old man Zhushan is polite." ”

The two or three Jindan seniors around looked at Guo Yang and the other five people who were rushing in, and their faces couldn't hide their disappointment.

Obviously, under the constant suppression of the Xuanyin Sect, the Wangwu faction was quite tight, and it was expected to get the strong help of the Yuntai Sect, and it was best to send a few masters of the Jindan period. At the moment, there are only five foundation building period monks, and they are all a little dissatisfied.

However, this monk of the Wangwu faction seems to have a good cultivation, especially the real person in charge, Zhushan, who is even more quiet, chatting and laughing with Guo Yang and the other five people, without mentioning the attack of the Xuanyin Sect at all.

With Guo Yang's thoughts, it is best that this old fox of Zhushan never mentions this matter, fools them for a few days, sends them back, and changes a few Jindan seniors to support.

But after a while, Tie Xin finally couldn't help it, and said lightly: "Senior Uncle Zhushan, your sect sent a message to let the disciples of the Yuntai Sect rush to help, I don't know what the current battle situation is?"

When Zhushan heard this, he laughed and said, "The iron heart master and nephew are bothered. The Xuanyin Sect is currently entrenched in the Two Wolf Mountains more than a thousand miles away, gathering more than 5,000 people. Among them, there are five monks in the Jindan period and more than 200 monks in the foundation building period. ”

"More than 5,000 people ......" Guo Yang's heart shook when he heard it, and he was first timid.

"Presumably, your faction already has a plan to retreat from the enemy, right? Xu Fan of Tongtian Peak said with a smile. Obviously, he is not only highly cultivated, but also has a good demeanor in foreign affairs.

"Hehe, Xu Fanxian's nephew laughed, the outstanding disciples of the Yuntai Sect traveled thousands of miles to help, and for my Wangwu faction, it was undoubtedly a relief in the snow. In this way, Xiao Lao'er is not welcome, you will stay first, temporarily incorporated into the reserve team of our faction, and according to the situation of the war, rush to the front of our faction at any time. ”

Immediately, Zhushan, the head of the Wangwu faction, arranged for Chang Rong to take everyone down and live in an attic where the Wangwu faction entertained distinguished guests.

This attic has a total of four floors, and Guo Yang and others are arranged on the third floor, each of whom has a large suite with extremely luxurious decoration.

That Chang Rong settled a few people to stay, and then left quickly.

Guo Yang sat in his room, really bored. He wanted to meditate and cultivate for a while, because this attic could not isolate his divine sense, he was a little uneasy, so he simply took out a bag of spiritual tea, filled it with a large pot, and reclined on a large and comfortable sandalwood arhat bed, savoring it slowly.

The first time he lived in such a luxurious place, Guo Yang felt itchy all over his body, and he always felt that his body was not clean.

He is still used to living in the cave.

In the evening, Na Changrong came again and invited the five members of the Yuntai Sect to the banquet, saying that he was close to the outstanding disciples of the Wangwu Sect during the foundation building period, and that it would be good to cooperate tacitly in the war in the future.

As soon as Guo Yang heard that he was going to the banquet, he immediately became active and hurriedly went out with Chang Rong.

Tie Xin, Xu Fan, Lian Shan and Wu Yao were a little reluctant, but for the sake of face, they reluctantly went out.

As soon as these four people came out, they saw Guo Yangle standing beside Chang Rong, and they were suddenly bored, feeling that this kid usually looked sluggish and half-dead, and when he heard that he was going to the banquet, he suddenly jumped out refreshed, which was really out of the dignity of the Yuntai Sect.

Guo Yang didn't care about this, he happened to be in retreat recently, and a bird was about to fade out of his stomach, so he didn't care if he was decent or not. What's more, according to Guo Yang's thoughts, he came all the way to work for your royal house, what's wrong with eating your meal!

The five of them followed behind Chang Rong and shuttled through the golden building for a stick of incense before arriving at the banquet place.

"Everyone, please!" Chang Rong let Guo Yang and the other five people into a hall, and in that hall, there were already more than ten disciples in the foundation building period, all of whom were cultivating in the late stage of the foundation building period, and even two of them were still cultivating in the late stage of the foundation building period, and they were only one step away from the predecessors of the Jindan period.

The more than ten disciples of the Wangwu Sect in the foundation building period saw the five people, and they greeted each other one after another, and they were lively for a while, and then everyone was seated.

Guo Yang was angry to find that those disciples of the Wangwu Sect were very enthusiastic about the four of them, especially for Tie Xin, and when they greeted him Uncle Guo, they invariably showed a touch of coldness.

"Damn, isn't it just that the cultivation is a little higher than Lao Tzu's? There is a fart in the later stage of the foundation building period!" Guo Yang was not angry, but his face was not good, so he didn't talk to everyone much, and silently followed behind Tie Xin and the other four, just like the little followers of these four people.

The group of people exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then slowly took their seats.

Guo Yang looked at the table full of wine and food, and wanted to sit down to eat and drink for a long time. How can we meet for the first time, all kinds of politeness cannot be avoided.

"Senior Sister Tiexin, Senior Brother Xu Fan, Senior Brother Lianshan, Senior Brother Wuyao, and this Senior Brother, first of all, on behalf of all the disciples of the same rank in the foundation building period of the Wangwu Sect, I would like to give you a glass to express my gratitude!" a monk named Zhou Jinshan of the Wangwu Sect in the late stage of foundation building raised his wine glass and said loudly.

Everyone picked up their glasses and drank them all.

Guo Yang too, picked up the wine glass and poured it down in one go. He ignored the fact that Jin Shan didn't mention his name this week.

A feast began, and those monks of the Wangwu faction raised their glasses one after another, toasting Tie Xin and the others, and slowly, Guo Yang was squeezed to the point that there was no place to sit.

He simply found an inconspicuous corner, sat down to eat and drink, and saw that several disciples of the Wangwu Sect at the same table were dumbfounded.