The next day, the sky was clear and blue, and it rained last night, but today it was a good day.

Today is the day of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch and Qi Shuming's sword fight, in addition to Youying, Xu Feiniang also invited the Huashan Sect Flame Patriarch and the Poison Dragon Venerable, the leader of the Western Yunnan Demon Sect. Youying didn't sleep all night last night, and was pulled by Xu Feiniang to whisper a lot.

When the morning sun sprinkled the first rays of sunlight on Wutai Mountain, the mixed yuan patriarch gathered nearly 100 disciples, only to see his hand raised, there was a hundred zhang size building boat in the air, the building boat carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite very, when everyone got on the building boat, the mixed yuan ancestor urged the formation, and the building boat turned the direction towards the Yellow Mountain.

Although the building boat is large, but because the mixed yuan patriarch just regarded it as a treasure to make a trip, and the net depicted on it was a flying formation, so the speed was still very fast, and it was not long before he arrived at the Guangming Peak of Huangshan Mountain.

The Mixed Yuan Patriarch and his entourage got off the boat, and there were already disciples who had set up the Lupeng Xi Palace, it was still early, and no one from the Emei faction had come, and there was no intention of talking today, so everyone waited patiently in the hall, even Xu Feiniang, who had always loved to talk and laugh, was also standing on the side of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, frowning tightly and not saying a word.

"Hahahaha, Mixed Yuan Daoyou, the ancestor is here!"

Before the people arrived, they only heard bursts of laughter, startling countless birds and birds in Huangshan, and everyone looked at it, and a cloud of fire came rapidly from afar. Of course, it was not the Emei faction who came, but the Taiyi Mixed Yuan Patriarch's best friend, the Huashan faction in charge of the Flame Patriarch.

Seeing that the Flame Patriarch had arrived, the Mixed Yuan Patriarch was very happy in his heart, because the depression that had risen in Zhu Hong's time yesterday had dissipated a lot, and he hurriedly opened his mouth and said loudly: "Fellow Flame Daoist, your great presence has made my reed house shine." ”

"Oh, what you said is tormenting the ancestor and me, since you lived in seclusion in Maoshan, we haven't seen each other for ten years. ”

Before the Flame Patriarch arrived, the Mixed Yuan Patriarch led the crowd to greet him, and the two sides returned to the Lupeng Xi Hall for another greeting.

"The ancestor has always been good, this is a friend of the Hidden Dao, and he is the palace master of the Purple Cloud Palace in the South China Sea... ”

"Fortunately, I will be fortunate ... ”

At this time, Xu Feiniang pulled Youying to say hello to the Flame Patriarch, although the Flame Patriarch was surprised when such a profound female cultivator appeared in the world, but after all, she was not familiar with it, so she was embarrassed to say anything.

The patriarchs of the Wutai faction and the Huashan faction are close friends, and the contacts between the disciples of the two factions are also very close, but in Youying's opinion, the disciples of the Wutai faction are uneven, and the Huashan faction is even worse.

It was almost noon, when the sun was getting hotter and hotter, Venerable Poison Dragon, the leader of the Demon Sect in Western Yunnan, led the crowd to come, and Youying took a look, okay, Wutai Huashan can also be called a side door, and this is directly the Demon Sect disciples. Youying's previous life was a congenital god, and she was the most disgusted person in the demon world, and among the people besieging her was the demon lord Jiu Liming.

The Venerable Poison Dragon actually noticed Youying, who was dressed in white as soon as he entered the hall, and his temperament looked incompatible with others, there were only four people on the stage in the Lupeng Xi Palace, except for the Mixed Yuan Patriarch and the Flame Ancestor, Xu Feiniang was able to be on the stage because of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch, and Youying was deep in his own qi at first glance, and he had deep mana, and he heard Xu Feiniang say that he was still the master of the South China Sea Ziyun Palace, and he had the heart to step forward to make friends, but it was a pity that in addition to Xu Feiniang, even the Mixed Yuan Patriarch Youying rarely talked to him, so the Poison Dragon Venerable had to press down on a thousand thoughts in his heart。

After a while, the three poles of the day, the Emei faction was late, the Emei faction claimed to be the authentic Xuanmen, so the way of travel and the side door demon sect are also very different, the Emei faction head Qi Shuming and Xuan Zhenzi, ascetic Toutuo and Songshan two old Bai Guyi, Zhu Mei five people drove a golden cloud from the sky, not to mention the others, the colorful clouds floated in the air, and the Baoguang Ruiqi rose, at a glance, there is a way of truth, the fairy style. This time, looking at Wutai, all kinds of evil spirits were pervasive, and they were pressed by Emei just when they appeared.

"Mixed Yuan Daoist, it's been ten years since the last time I said goodbye, how are Daoists doing lately?"

Qi Shuming descended to the immortal clouds, and he didn't look at the other people's warm greetings to today's opponent. He was born in the Xuanmen Sect, and he despises the so-called side door the most, except for the Xuanmen in his eyes, what side door and demon sect are just a raccoon dog.

"Qi Shuming, needless to say, I will come to meet you today!"

What kind of character is the patriarch of the mixed yuan, they also talked about each other when Changmei Zhenren was alive, and now Qi Shuming naturally can't hide what he thinks in his heart, and he doesn't bother to say anything more to Qi Shuming, he just wants to express his depression when he was forced to live in seclusion in Maoshan for ten years.

After the mixed yuan patriarch finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and the five rays of ink, purple, blue, zhu, and bi rose from behind him, forming a multicolored miasma cloud of tens of zhang in the air, and there were ink scorpions, ghost snakes, ice centipedes, zhu toads, and blue spiders in the clouds.

"Since Daoyou is determined to do this, Qi is not a person who says much, let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

After speaking, Qi Shuming's mind moved, and a round of the sun itself appeared, wrapped his figure, and rose into the sky.

Seeing this, the Mixed Yuan Patriarch sneered, and also turned into a streamer to catch up, entering the miasma clouds transformed by the Five Poisonous Immortal Sword, Qi Shuming was far away from the five poisonous miasma clouds manifested by the Mixed Yuan Patriarch in the high sky, and the Huanghuang Great Sun transformed by the Golden Light Flame Sword rose to several zhang squares, and the Huanghuang Golden Light shone through all directions.

The next moment, the five poisonous miasma clouds violently divided thousands of silk silks, and fiercely entangled the great sun, and the great sun was not to be outdone, blooming thousands of fiery golden lights, and the silk silk was burned out in an instant, but after a while, the five poisonous miasma clouds were divided into countless silk silks and weaved layer by layer in the void, the silk silk seemed to be gorgeous and weak but extremely toxic, and even the void was eroded and pierced, and if the flying sword was entangled by the five poisonous sword qi, it would have to be dissolved in a moment or three.

But even if the Five Poison Immortal Sword was so powerful, it couldn't help Qi Shuming's Golden Light Flame Sword, and the Huanghuang Great Sun continued to spray infinite Golden Light Flame Sword Qi, and the Five Poison Sword Qi couldn't work on it at all, and it was melted and burned as soon as it touched it.

Seeing that it didn't work, the Mixed Yuan Patriarch showed his body from the void, with five fingers in his right hand, and the five poisonous miasma clouds instantly disintegrated and turned into ten thousand sword wires, shuttling back and forth in the void, as fast as thunder. The sword filament is sharp and tough, constantly slashing out the fiery golden light erupted from the golden light and fire sword, and from time to time it hits the great sun transformed by the fiery sword, although many of the sword filaments have been worn out, but then derived from the void, and finally gradually transformed the golden light and fiery sword into the center of the sword wire.