The towering boulder pillars, the hundreds of meters high hall arch guard, the temple of heaven does not have the imaginary carved fence jade, very simple, the huge masonry exterior wall, has not undergone any polishing, primitive and simple, it is crawling with dense vines, has been extended to the waist of the main hall.

It's just that this simple and rough and brief style, the shock is not weak at all, facing this towering hall, people inexplicably have a sense of vicissitudes, as if it has experienced countless years, witnessing countless ups and downs.

There is a slight patina on the bronze cast door, which is closed at the moment, Fang Jianhong took the lead, buttoned the copper ring on the door, and the sound like a bell came out, and the gentle echo from the large hall behind the bronze door could be faintly heard.

The door slowly opened silently, and the three of them stood respectfully at the door, waiting quietly, although Gongsun Xin was old, but the prestige established over the years was still stable, and they did not dare to make a mistake.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and several people looked up, only to see a golden light flying straight from the depths of the hall with no end in sight, knelt down respectfully, and said solemnly: "Welcome to the sect master's decree!"

The golden paper stood in the air, exuding a faint coercion, as if a pair of hands slowly unfolded it, and the bright red handwriting was revealed in front of several people.

"Jade Sword Peak will handle it by itself, and the other peaks shall not participate or interfere!" Yang Yuntao and Leng Liuyun looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt. Only Fang Jianhong sneered, looking at the two people who came with him with disdain.

"Obey the Sect Master's decree!" The faces of the three of them changed for only a moment, and then they bowed and saluted, the golden paper in front of them burned out of thin air, turned into points of light and dissipated, and the bronze gate slowly closed, as if the empty huge hall was cut off from the whole world.

"What else do you have to say?" Fang Jianhong looked at Yang Yuntao and Leng Liuyun with sharp eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"We understand the sect master's decree very clearly, you Jade Sword Peak will handle this matter by yourself, we don't have to participate, and we can't interfere. Although Yang Yuntao's old face was a little gloomy, his back was still straight, he just changed the decree for a few words, but Fang Jianhong heard a different taste, and his face was a little dazed.

"So no matter what, you have to stop ringing the bell. As for how your Jade Sword Peak resolved the dispute with that Yi Yunfei, we won't ask any more!" Leng Liuyun's eyes were indifferent, but it seemed to hide countless information, and after saying it word by word, he and Yang Yuntao walked away quickly, without the slightest stop.

Fang Jianhong stood in front of the bronze gate, looking at the gate with a trace of patina, and did not speak for a long time. He sensed that Gongsun Xin's decree seemed to mean something else, and the meaning was vague, but now that things had developed like this, he had no choice.

"You're old, you're looking ahead, you want to solve this matter quickly, and you're afraid of leaving a stigma when you die. I will prove it, Qingyun Sect is in my hands, it is more suitable than in your hands!" Fang Jianhong felt as if he had understood Gongsun Xin's thoughts, smiled, said lightly, and turned away.

Behind the door, in the wide hall, the doors and windows were closed, without any light, and it was pitch black.

In the darkness, a long sigh came from the depths of the hall, and the old voice sounded softly: "This is the last chance I give you, I have handed over the Jade Sword Peak to you, but you have disappointed me again and again." Jianhong, you've grown up, but you're no longer the boy I knew!"

It's a pity that Fang Jianhong can't hear the voice in this hall at all, he has mastered the Jade Sword Peak, which is equivalent to mastering the most core peak of the Qingyun Sect. And Gongsun Xin is already old, so old that he is about to die.

He was full of confidence and high spirits, looking around, the entire Qingyun Sect was either old or young, either his cultivation was uneven, or his prestige was not enough, except for him, no one could serve as the next sect master of the Qingyun Sect.

Yi Yunfei's matter, in fact, everyone knows it in their hearts, but unfortunately, he was stirred into the internal fighting of Qingyun Sect. Many people want to use Yi Yunfei's incident to attract more people and increase their own power.

And people like Fang Jianhong are actually testing, they are testing Gongsun Xin's bottom line. To test how much Gongsun Xin can tolerate what they do, through these, you can also see how much power Gongsun Xin still has to control this sect that has been passed down for countless years.

The sound of breaking the air bursts, the formation of Jade Sword Peak was opened, and countless disciples flew away in the air, and the leader was Fang Jianhong. And the direction they went was the wasteland where Yi Yunfei was. On the top of the mountain, the Heavenly Temple slowly opened the bronze gate without anyone knowing, and an old man in a brown robe, with cloudy tears in his eyes, looked at the people in the distance, his mouth opened and closed, and finally he didn't make any sound.

The old man seemed to be much older in an instant, his straight back became a little stiffer, and he sat weakly on the ancient stone steps behind him, and muttered, "Then be it! My time is running out, and I can't hesitate any longer!"

On the wasteland, it was a scorched paste, and those waist-deep barren grass had already been burned to black ash when Yi Yunfei threw out those talismans. The ground covered in black ash has numerous grooves and pits, revealing the fresh yellow soil below.

And on the edge of this messy wasteland, there were hundreds of corpses, dense crowds came from afar, carrying dry firewood in their hands, piled up around the corpses, as torches were dropped one by one, huge flames soon rose into the sky, no matter how majestic these people were when they were alive, they were eventually a cloud of flying ashes.

Thousands of miles away from here, beside the mountain stream, dozens of bonfires illuminate the night, and the meat dripping with hot oil on the bonfire exudes a burst of fragrance, and many people swallow saliva and rub their hands constantly, looking impatient.

The people of Yi Yun Sect came, and when the battle between Yi Yunfei and these people of Qingyun Sect was coming to an end, three hundred disciples of Yi Yun Sect arrived, they were in rags, their faces were dusty, and their faces were anxious.

When they saw that Yi Yunfei was safe and sound, a few young disciples were relieved, and they fell asleep directly on the side of the road with a smirk.

The leader is none other than Fu Chunrong, the elder of Yiyun Sect, as the former sect master of the Miyue Sect, his cultivation itself is very impressive, and after joining the Yiyun Sect, his mentality has been constantly changing, and he has gained more and more benefits from the Zongyun card, and now he is already a cultivator of the eighth layer of Tongxuan.

Yi Yunfei was busy, he didn't have the shelf of the sect master, but he was a little eager to try, wanting to let the people of Yi Yunzong see his current cooking skills. Occasionally, my eyes swept over, and one by one familiar people came into view, although I hadn't seen these people for more than half a year, it seemed that they had never been separated.

Li Hu, Zhao Yu, Xu Ruyun, Zhao Shuanglong, He Dazhu, these people who followed him early are now all cultivators above the sixth level of Tongxuan. This is only a year's time, if you put it somewhere else, from the ordinary Qi Attracting Realm to this realm, no matter how amazing the talent is, it will take at least ten years or so.

Li Hu and Zhao Yu led the two guards, and now they have a bit of majesty, and their every move is quite powerful. Xu Ruyun led the torture hall, looking everywhere, those disciples who got carried away couldn't help but shrink their heads, it seemed that their prestige was not bad.

Zhao Shuanglong was originally selected by Yi Yunfei as the commander of the pro-guard team, and there were still many people who were not convinced, but now I am afraid that no one doubts Yi Yunfei's gaze, because he was the first person in the original group of people to break through to the seventh layer of Tongxuan.

And the pro-guard team, under the leadership of Zhao Shuanglong, is now all the cultivation of the sixth layer of Tongxuan. Moreover, this kind of cultivation is very stable, Yi Yunfei can see through the sky, many disciples of the pro-guard team have a trace of murderous aura on their bodies, and some of them expose their skin after opening their clothes, and there are countless scars on them, which look like they have gone through countless real battles.

Moreover, the 100 pro-guards, 100 Golden Tiger Guards, and 100 Red Flame Guards who came this time all got along very harmoniously. There is a tacit understanding between the walking movements, and many disciples only need one look at each other to understand each other's intentions.

"Let's eat!" Yi Yunfei took out the only remaining monkey wine from the ring, supplied it in large quantities, and in the cheers, He Dazhu was the first to rush to a piece of barbecue meat that he had been staring at for a long time, grinning with hot teeth, but holding it in his hand.

This dead fat man is actually a seventh-layer cultivator now!