The heavy rain spread layers of thick fog, swirling in this Yuquan mountain range, and even so, the rain was still faintly accompanied by the sound of spiritual energy bursting and fighting.

A woman in a light yellow dress also held up an umbrella, she squatted by the stream, put the umbrella above her head, gently held the clear spring flowing down with both hands, and carefully washed her face.

With the scrubbing of the water, her somewhat tired look seemed a lot more sober.

"Zhan Liuli, I finally found you. Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from behind.

The woman got up unhurriedly, grabbed the handle of the umbrella in her hand, and looked back.

The autumn wind blew by, and she danced with the ribbon tied to her body, looking at the city, and then the country.

However, the young man in the cloak standing not far in front of her did not pay attention to this, his gaze remained on the woman's hand, although he held the handle of the umbrella, her hand was still clenched very tightly, it was a pair of right hands that had been making swords for many years.

"Take out the sword, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" A trace of murderous intent ignited between the cloaked youth's eyebrows, it was a kind of hunger and thirst for fighting.

"Who are you?" the woman asked flatly, as if she hadn't heard the chill hidden in the young man's words.

"Huh?" The cloaked young man couldn't help but be surprised by this question, but he quickly came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "Holy Prison Mountain, Guo Ruochun. You were made a cultivator on the first day of the dynasty by the world, but I am not convinced, so I want to challenge you. ”

The reason is simple, as if it were a fight between children.

"I see. Zhan Liuli nodded, still maintaining an umbrella posture, and she said softly, "You take out your sword." ”

"Good!"

Guo Ruochun didn't shirk repeatedly, took off the oil umbrella he was carrying behind him, and slowly looked at Zhan Liuli.

Crash!

The oil umbrella cut through the rain curtain like a sharp sword, and an incomparably violent sword momentum arose, rushing straight to the woman who was still holding the umbrella in front of her.

Just when the head of the umbrella was less than three feet away from the woman, Guo Ruochun couldn't help but hesitate, he was very curious, what was the woman who was talented on the first day of the dynasty thinking?

If this blow continues, even if she doesn't die, she will be seriously injured, and this starry meeting, she will come to an end.

And at this moment, Zhan Liuli suddenly put away the oil umbrella in his hand and picked up the umbrella that Guo Ruochun hit as quickly as possible. The two umbrellas opened at the same time in the rain, exploding one after another of sword flowers.

I saw Zhan Liuli jump back, his figure had not yet landed, and he held the umbrella handle and went out towards the void.

It can be clearly seen that under the trajectory of the oil umbrella, a very clear aura fluctuation was left, and this violent spiritual power fluctuation was like a scimitar, impacting rapidly in the rain curtain, and the direction of the rain silk falling also changed.

This is sword energy!

Guo Ruochun couldn't help but be taken aback when he looked at the sword qi galloping in front of him.

The spiritual power in his body poured up on the umbrella like a fountain, and he raised the oil umbrella high and took the sword qi that fell from the sky against his scalp.

Whoa!

The moment the sword qi touched the umbrella head, the violent spiritual power fluctuations flowed in the rain like electricity, and the umbrella handle in Guo Ruochun's hand could be faintly seen, and a gap was actually opened.

He didn't dare to slack off, and threw the oil umbrella out of his hand with all his might, and at the same time jumped back hard.

Boom!

Under the heavy rain, the oil umbrella exploded into pieces of paper, and soon fell to the ground in the rain.

"I lost. ”

Guo Ruochun stared at Zhan Liuli who was holding up an oil umbrella in the distance, her clothes had been wet by the rain, and her hair was constantly dripping with water droplets, giving people a different charm.

"I didn't expect that you would be able to advance to the fourth order cultivation before the Star Society. Guo Ruochun said with emotion.

"If you have the opportunity to cast the Nether Sword Sutra of the Holy Hell Mountain, maybe you may not lose. Zhan Liuli shook his head and said.

This is indeed a problem, at this time, the weapons used by the two of them are oil umbrellas, but Zhan Liuli easily broke Guo Ruochun's weapon with the advantage of fourth-order cultivation, and it is naturally impossible for him to fight with Zhan Liuli again with his bare hands.

"It's worthy of Zhan Liuli, I haven't seen it for a few years, and it's a lot more beautiful. ”

In the middle of a dense forest in the distance, a young man looked at the figures of the two in the rain and laughed in a low voice.

"Master He, if you are against Shangzhan Liuli, what are your chances of winning?" Huixu looked at He Shouyi, who was talking on the side, and asked.

He Shouyi turned his head, and beside him, in addition to a bald little monk and nun in a monk's robe, there was also a woman in a green skirt carrying a guqin.

"Less than three points. He Shouyi said with a smile, "She won't easily reveal her family background." If the fourth-order cultivation is her ultimate means, we can't see it now. You should ask Linghu Qianqing this question, they are all women, and women should know each other. ”

When the woman in the green dress heard this, she glanced at He Shouyi slightly, and then came back to her senses and looked at Zhan Liuli and the others.

In fact, there were not only two of them who watched the sword test this time, and on the top of a certain mountain, there was also a voice of emotion.

"It really makes me blush that such a genius can appear in your Canglan Sword Sect. ”

Sect Master Fu laughed. Zhongli Xueyu shook his head, "Your sect's eldest disciple Xie Liuyun is also talented, if he is in the same era as Liuli, maybe this genius's seat will not be Liuli's turn to sit." ”

"Sect Master Yang, what do you think?" Ye Huoli asked in a low voice.

"Under the seventh order, it is like walking on the ground. Yang Yifeng said softly.

"Oh?" After he said this, Zhongli Xueyu on the side couldn't help but let out a hint of surprise, "Is it just the seventh order?"

"Perhaps. Yang Yifeng nodded, "If there is enough opportunity, her future achievements will far surpass that of the lord in the palace." ”

Hearing this, Zhongli Xueyu smiled, and the two sect masters on the side also smiled.

It's not that he meant to satirize the lord in the palace, Yang Yifeng's words had a deep chill in his forehead.

Li Nie was an eighth-order cultivator, and Zhongli Xueyu wasn't an eighth-order cultivator?

If it is said that he is far beyond Li Nie, he will definitely be able to ascend to Zhongli Xueyu's position, Yang Yifeng said this, but he is just saving some face for Zhongli Xueyu.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the entire Yuquan Mountain Range was almost in a sea of rain.

Xu Changfeng dragged his soaked clothes and walked in the rain with an umbrella, and just after fighting Du Yuchen, he was drenched in the rain.

His health is very poor, and getting wet in the rain will make him sick easily. Even now that he has become a cultivator, he still doesn't like the feeling of being wet, and if it weren't for the wilderness here, he really wanted to take off his clothes immediately.

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a person in front of him, also holding an iron umbrella, walking slowly towards him.

This man was wearing an edelweiss coat, and even though it was only autumn, looking at his clothes, one couldn't help but feel a little cold.

"Are you Xu Changfeng?" the edelweiss coat man asked in a low voice as he came to the young man.

Xu Changfeng nodded, and his right hand subconsciously clenched the handle of the umbrella, and the atmosphere in the heavy rain couldn't help but be a little restless.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to trouble you, I'm just asked to deliver a letter. The edelweiss coat man said, taking out the envelope from his arms, "My name is Beiqiu Feng, and I'm from the North Underworld." ”

"Northern Autumn Wind?" Xu Changfeng muttered in a low voice.

Although he didn't know him, he had heard his name somehow.

The son of the King of Northern Liang, the Northern Autumn Wind.

Xu Changfeng took the envelope with confusion, he was very curious, he had nothing to do with the King of Beiliang, why did Bei Qiufeng come all the way to send him a letter?

The boy held an umbrella and slowly spread out the letter paper in the rain:

"Stupid, I haven't seen you for half a year, are you okay? It's going to get cold again, remember to wear more clothes. I hope you don't get angry with me, I didn't mean to break the appointment, I hope you can understand. If you are alone in Chang'an, you must take good care of yourself, Xueying, don't read it. ”

After reading the letter, the boy's eyes couldn't help but flush with a hint of red.

The rain was falling maheavily, and he looked at the sky north of the Yuquan Mountains, as if he saw the familiar girl, who lit the lamp on the snowy night, lifted the pen and dipped it in the ink that was about to condense, and carefully wrote the letter.

Although Chang'an is good, it is a pity that there are fewer familiar people.