As the largest cultivator sect in Jiangzhou, in the eyes of monks all over the world, it seems that such a sect is prosperous, and a sect with many disciples can be regarded as high.

Song Qiuhong, the master of the Star Picking Pavilion, as the only Yuanying monk in the pavilion for thousands of years in addition to the patriarch of the Li faction, can of course be called the Zhongxing person of the Star Picking Pavilion, not to mention that in the eyes of the large and small sects in this Jiang and Ping Prefectures and many mountain monks and mortals, what he Song Qiuhong said has always been the greatest truth.

Sandalwood curls in the huge incense burner in the Star Picking Hall of the Star Picking Pavilion, and Song Qiuhong is sitting on the Pu Tuan to explain to his disciples the "Xuantian True Explanation" of the ancestor of the Self-Reliance School. The disciples in the hall were fascinated by what they heard, but among these disciples, there was one person who was different. The handsome-looking young man was sitting there shaking his head and dozing off. The senior brother sitting next to him saw that he was dozing off again while the master was explaining his classwork, so he wanted to reach out to wake him up, but when the senior brother stretched out his hand to fight, he found that his master shook his head at him, so he had to give up.

Then Song Qiuhong closed the book of "Xuantian True Explanation" that had been turned over from the beginning of his cultivation to the present and said to the disciples: "Okay, let's talk about it here today, you go back and carefully understand what the teacher said, and confirm each other, if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me at any time." Let's go down. ”

All the disciples saluted to this master, who had always been quite patient with his gentle faces, and exited the main hall very carefully one by one.

The reason why Song Qiuhong wanted to personally explain the "Xuantian True Solution" to these disciples was because since the ancestor founded the Star Picking Pavilion, he was the only one who cultivated the "Xuantian True Solution" that the ancestor didn't know where he came from to the Yuanying realm, of course, he had to pass on more things to the disciples, and I don't know when the Yuanying monk would appear at a time.

Song Qiuhong, who had a long beard, got up and left the futon to come to this favorite little disciple, watching him shake his head and doze off.

The young man who was given the name Song Yanming by Song Qiuhong was an orphan he picked up from a ruined temple ten years ago, and there was another cultivator who happened to be walking with him when he was in love with this child.

It's just that after teaching this child for ten years, Song Qiuhong herself regretted it a little in her heart. It's not that this disciple makes Song Qiuhong dissatisfied, but that he, who is a master, is dissatisfied with himself. If he hadn't been one step faster than that person back then, maybe the kid in front of him would have walked faster and smoother in his cultivation at this time. At the beginning, the other monk who discovered this child at the same time as himself, although he was slightly inferior to himself in cultivation at that time, he was really from a famous family, and there were countless cultivation materials in the door, as well as superior cultivation techniques suitable for this young man. Where is it like I can only hold a copy of "Xuantian True Solution" handed down by my ancestors. Although this "Xuantian True Solution" is not bad, but there are only two people who have relied on it to cultivate to the Yuanying realm, not to mention that this exercise is really not suitable for the young man in front of him.

Song Qiuhong gently woke up Song Yanming in front of her. The boy was suddenly awakened by a gentle tap from the master. The young man who woke up saw that the master was looking at him kindly, his heart was extremely nervous, and he looked around with his eyes again, and found that only the two of them were left in the main hall, and the other senior brothers had already left. The young man beat a drum in his heart and whispered, "Master, I'm sorry, the disciple is asleep again." ”

Song Qiuhong was not angry and said to him slowly: "I don't blame you, this 'Xuantian True Solution' is not very suitable for your cultivation path, and it will not be of much benefit to you. You go back first, the master has some things to do these days, and if the master does not return for ten days, you can open this letter. Do what the letter tells the teacher. ”

Song Yanming took the letter with both hands, and was confused: "Master, what's wrong today, the words are all in the clouds." ”

Song Qiuhong watched his beloved disciple get up and leave, showing a smile on his face: "Child, no matter whether you succeed or fail to do this as a teacher, you don't have to hold that "Xuantian True Solution" anymore. ”

Three days ago, Song Qiuhong received a letter from his friend, the two disciples of Kunyu Mountain had already carried the "Cloud Steaming Daze Spectrum" down the mountain to Yunmengze, and they must pass through Jiangzhou, and Yun Fei, who was a good swordsman, was seriously injured, and now is the best time to take the immortal spectrum. Originally, he Song Qiuhong boasted that he was disdainful of doing such things, but when he thought of himself, a disciple who was full of clouds at the beginning of his spiritual sense, he was bound to get it. Besides, those two Kunyu Mountain disciples had already attracted a lot of monks along the way, who would have thought that Song Qiuhong, who had always been arrogant, would make a move on his own territory?

Standing on the top of Jinshan, Han Fengge, who was holding a jade glow, finally couldn't see the couple standing side by side on the river. Sighing softly, Han Fengge put away the jade light in his hand, and turned around to call Sang Sang and them to go down the mountain together, but when he turned around, there was a sword light behind him that silently went straight to his back.

Qin Qingxiu discovered the sword light that came from the bottom of the mountain and hurriedly shouted, "Senior Brother Han, be careful!"

Being reminded by Qin Qingyi, Han Fengge was also alert to the sword light behind him, and pounced forward, avoiding the sword light. After Han Fengge dodged the sword light, he immediately got up and rushed down the mountain, while pulling out the city-destroying sword in his hand. Who knew that just after showing his head, he was blasted back to the top of the mountain by a sword light.

Han Fengge, who staggered back a few steps, shouted: "Everyone be careful, those annoying guys are here again, this time there are a bit of people." ”

Sangsang, who was naturally sensitive to aura, said anxiously: "Oh no, there are many people here this time, and we are trapped on the mountain." ”

Han Fengge thought of Sang Sang's special ability and asked her, "Sang Sang, where are there fewer people on the other side?"

Sang Sang closed his eyes and quickly opened them: "There are the least people in the south, but there is a very powerful person over there, and then there are more than a dozen people in the north. The east side is the most crowded!"

Han Fengge hurriedly said: "We have to break through immediately, otherwise there will be a lot of them, and when they all reach the top of the mountain, we won't be able to leave." In this way, we walked from the north, and down the hill was the Huang Tiandang where my parents were besieging the barbarian soldiers, where the reeds were shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and there were many forks in the waterway, and perhaps we could use the reeds to get rid of them. ”

Everyone nodded, Han Fengge picked up Yun Fei, who was unable to move, and turned back to the storyteller Wang Pocheng and said, "Uncle Wang, those people are coming for the things on our bodies, you stay here and don't move, we will rush out and lure them away before you go down the mountain." ”

Wang Pocheng laughed and said: "Young General, don't worry, my old man has never seen any battles at his age." ”

Han Fengge nodded, the timing could not be delayed, and he rushed towards the valley to the north outside the temple with Yun Fei on his back, followed by Qin Qing and Sang Sang.

To the north of Jinshan is a huge valley, with a small mouth and a large belly, and the valley is densely wooded, and the light in the forest is dim because it is facing away from the sun, which is just conducive to them breaking through.

As soon as Han Fengge and the others rushed down to the top of the mountain, they met a monk who sneaked up to the top of the mountain alone, and the monk saw Han Fengge coming towards him with Yunfei on his back, and before he could react, Han Fengge flashed, and the Qin Qing long sword behind him waved, and the sword light flashed and killed the unlucky Longmen monk on the spot, and then the four of them rushed into the dense forest of the valley without stopping.

The light in the dense mountain forest is very dim, Han Fengge and the four of them dare not stop, I don't know how many monks are chasing after them, the wild cultivation of ordinary cultivation is not too much of a problem, the most important thing is that there is a monk of the Yuanying realm hidden among these monks, now Yunfei is injured and has not recovered, only Qin Qing among the four can fight with that Yuanying, if everyone escapes slowly, they catch up, Qin Qing is entangled by the Yuanying monk, and the remaining monks can't be stopped by Han Fengge's cultivation now, so they can only flee down the mountain without their lives。

Along the way, they encountered several waves of groups of monks who did not do any nonsense, Qin Qing directly relied on his strong cultivation to open the way, and there were no less than ten monks killed and injured in the forest along the way, but the monks behind them were gathering more and more.

Han Fengge and they desperately fled in the forest, followed by dozens and hundreds of monks, from time to time there were sword lights flashing, Han Fengge carried Yun Fei on his back and kept dodging the magic weapons and sword lights that were thrown behind him.

Just as they were getting closer and closer to the exit of the valley, a person suddenly rose up against the wind, and instantly crossed them and fell on the cliff at the exit of the valley.

The Yuanying monk was dressed in a white robe, covered with a white veil to cover his face, and held a huge brush in his hand, floating on the cliff and shouted to Han Fengge: "Where are you going to escape?"

Han Fengge kept rushing to the cliff at his feet and said to the Yuanying monk who didn't want to show his true face: "What do the seniors want?"

The Yuanying monk smiled and said, "If you give me the Cloud Steaming Daze Spectrum, how about I help you get rid of those guys?"

Han Fengge glanced at him: "You don't even want to show your true face, how do I know if what you said is true? What if you take the immortal spectrum and kill us again?"

The monk laughed: "Little brother is laughing, I don't show my true face just to let you live, if I remove this veil even if you are willing to give me the immortal spectrum, I will kill people." ”

Han Fengge whispered to Yun Fei behind him, "Senior Brother Yun?"

Yun Fei said softly: "Two swords, this is my limit now. Moreover, after the two swords, I couldn't gather my sword qi again for a long time. ”

Han Fengge nodded: "The second sword shattered the cliff. ”

Yunfei nodded.

Seeing them whispering, the infant monk asked, "How about it?"

Han Fengge nodded and said, "Since the seniors are so sincere, then we are willing to use the immortal spectrum to buy a way out, and the seniors have taken it." Saying that, Han Fengge stretched out his hand and threw the stack of Buddhist scriptures that he had taken away in the Little Lotus Secret Realm to the Yuanying monk who was standing on the cliff, and then rushed out of the valley with Yunfei and Qin Qing on his back while he reached out to receive the Buddhist scriptures.

Han Fengge rushed out of the valley with Yunfei on his back and shouted loudly: "Senior, since you have obtained the immortal spectrum, those people behind you will be handed over to you to send away." ”

As soon as Han Fengge's words fell, Yun Fei behind him pulled out the Frost Cloud Sword and slashed at the Yuanying monk who was holding the Buddhist scripture in his forehand, and then kept in his hand, followed by another sword to smash the cliff under his feet. The rubble rolled in and blocked the exit in an instant.

In the valley came the monk's shouting: "Little slippery!

Han Fengge ignored him and continued to rush towards the reeds in the waters on the side of the mountain.

Just when the infant monk wanted to continue rushing up, he heard several shouts from the valley: "Old thing, hand over the immortal spectrum!" and then there was the sound of a chaotic fight.