Listening to Xiao Qi's joke with a smile on his face, Chang'an's eyes were slightly condensed, and suddenly his brows furrowed slightly, and then he let go. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Vaguely, he found that he was able to see through Xiao Qi's cultivation, not only that, but he also had a strong feeling, as if he had entered a special point in his cultivation, this specialness was not shown in the realm, but it was extremely powerful in spiritual sense and induction.

Thinking of this, Chang An took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Qi who was urging him, nodded, suppressed the thought that made his heart beat wildly, and under Xiao Qi's complexion changed greatly, under the shocked gaze, he waved his sleeves and grabbed behind him, and suddenly the spirit magic suddenly dispersed, and the fan sword that was inserted on the ground weighing five hundred catties suddenly emitted a kind of deep hum, a groan, and went straight to Chang'an.

I saw Chang'an lightly flick his fingers, the fan sword that was stagnant in the air, slowly approached behind Chang'an, the blood vine tied to the fan sword seemed to have life, and it automatically wrapped around Chang'an's shoulder, and the powerful spiritual power and ease shown in his gestures made Xiao Qi's pupils widen slightly, and he gasped.

Others don't know how heavy the fan sword is, how can Xiao Qi be more than that, four years ago, Chang'an staggered when he walked more than a dozen steps with the fan sword on his back, and four years later, between the command sleeves, the five hundred pounds of fan sword was like a soft feather in Chang'an's hands, which made Xiao Qi's heart flutter.

Especially at the moment when Chang'an performed the spirit technique, the majestic spiritual power that suddenly emerged made Xiao Qi terrifying, with his cultivation of the eleventh layer of the spirit gathering, in front of Chang'an, there was a strong sense of oppression, and there was also a coercion that made Xiao Qi's heart tremble.

And when this coercion disappeared, the breath of Chang'an's whole person changed back to the original realm of ancient movement and quiet silence, which stunned Xiao Qi for a while.

"You said that you haven't broken through the ninth layer of Gathering Spirits yet?"

Xiao Qi, who walked towards the outside of the disciple's hall, listened to Chang'an's explanation, and exclaimed incredibly: "How is it possible, that coercion, although it is different from my father, but it is not too much, if you don't say that you haven't broken through, I can't believe it, but under the sense, the breath on your body is indeed only the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit, could it be that there is a fork in your cultivation?"

Listening to Xiao Qi's surprised voice, how could Chang'an not know about his own changes, and he also guessed in his heart that the coercion that Xiao Qi said should be a feeling given to him by the majestic spiritual power in the dantian spiritual sea, but in fact, Chang'an does only have nine layers of spirit gathering in the realm, which makes Chang'an strange and even more distressed and confused.

"Your father is an existence in the late stage of foundation building, and I am the ninth layer of the Gathering Spirit, it only took four years to break through to the late stage of foundation building, such an astonishing cultivation speed, do you believe it? Anyway, I don't believe it..."

Looking at Xiao Qi, who was staring at him with surprised eyes, Chang An smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders to show that he hadn't lied to him at all.

Knowing that Chang'an didn't need to tease him in this matter, Xiao Qi couldn't help but take a deep breath of envy and thought, "I think, you ask the elders to ask..."

Listening to Xiao Qi's proposal, Chang'an's eyes flashed, and he shook his head silently.

After a while, the two walked out of the disciple's hall and came to the disciple's compound, standing behind a group of disciples, Chang'an, who had a strong suspicion in his heart, casually swept the disciples who had changed a little in the past four years, and just when he was about to withdraw his gaze, a gaze suddenly fell on him, making him slightly stunned, and looked over along the sense.

Fold the slender waist to take a slight step, showing a bright wrist in the light yarn, or the familiar black lotus ripple dress, the black veil that covers the face, although the appearance can not be seen clearly, but the slender and slim figure has a dust charm contained in it, under the slender jade neck, the skin is like condensation, the slender waist, the plain green water thin smoke yarn swings with the wind, although it does not spit out the orchid, but it is sultry, and people can't help but reverie.

"If it rains..."

shouted Chang'an several times, seeing that Chang'an didn't reply, Xiao Qi couldn't help but look at Chang'an who was stunned in place, his eyes were weird, and he looked over with Chang'an's gaze, just to see the woman in the distance who didn't spit out words, elegant and vulgar, and had a beautiful posture, was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but say the woman's name, which woke Chang'an from a short period of distraction.

"If it rains... Five years..."

Chang'an, who was muttering to himself, looked at Ruoyu who nodded to him at this time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and also nodded, Xiao Qi on the side saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he shook his head again and again, and then looked elsewhere.

At this moment, the light curtain shrouded around the disciple's hall suddenly overflowed with warm light, and then, under the flickering light curtain, like a punctured bubble, it shattered, and on the stone spirit tablet surrounded by many disciples, three old men sitting cross-legged and slightly open their eyes suddenly appeared, and these three people were Nanfeng Great Elder Cai Dezi, Second Elder Bai Jing, and Third Elder Lin Ziqing.

In an instant, a huge spiritual sense suddenly swept over the many disciples, and Cai Dezi, who nodded with satisfaction, praised: "Yes, four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and you have lived up to the expectations of the sect, you have made great changes in each other, now go back and have a good rest, and gather in the Hall of Elders in three days..."

As soon as the words fell, the three of Caidezi waved their sleeves, and a colorful red cloud suddenly fell, dragging the three of them to disappear at the end of their eyes, but when it was strange, the direction in which the three elders left was not the Hall of Elders, but the center.

Chang'an, who didn't find Qi Baifei and Wang Tian after looking around, couldn't help but say something in the ear of Xiao Qi, who looked solemn, and then the two waved to each other and left the crowded disciple compound.

Along the way, almost all the people he knew in Chang'an had changed a little in the past four years, and what surprised him the most was that those veteran inner disciples, Du Pengyi, Bai Yulan and Yi Kangbo, the three most famous disciples, had all become the existence of the twelfth layer of the Gathering Spirit, and began to break through to the foundation building period, and Lin Jiaxin, who had humiliated Chang'an before, cultivated to only the tenth layer of the Gathering Spirit, and Hou Yuwan, who always squinted at him, turned out to be the existence of the eleventh layer of the Gathering Spirit, and even Ruoyu was also the existence of the eleventh layer of the Gathering Spirit.

It seems that in the past four years of retreat, he is the only one who has not changed anything in his cultivation.

Walking towards the rugged path leading to the deep peak, and climbing over a small hill, the familiar courtyard appeared in Chang'an's eyes.

After half a ring, I pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and I saw a pair of surprised and cute big eyes, and under the exclamation, Chang'an was thrown to the ground by Niuniu and Xiaohei, and helplessly experienced a baptism of saliva.

Rubbing Niuniu's silky hair, checking the progress of each of them, Chang'an was sincerely happy, and soaked in the hot spring comfortably with them, smiling, telling each other about the changes that have taken place in the past four years.

Three days later, when Chang'an and many disciples gathered in the square of the Hall of Elders again, Xiao Qiyixi, whose eyes were red and looked sad, trembled all over, and the six gods rose up.

"Four years ago, most of the people who didn't return to the mission were... It's dead..."

"Dead... How is that possible!"

Gritting his teeth and looking gloomy, Chang'an looked at Xiao Qi bowing his head and crying softly, swallowed his tears, and roared.

"It's true... I asked... My father, my father told me that the sky has changed, we may never be able to go back to the past, and in that carefree life, those disciples who have not yet come back may have been killed by the Xuanxiao Sect..."

At this moment, a purple sword light suddenly appeared with a sound of breaking the air, shook in the air, and suddenly, it came straight to Nanfeng and smashed on the platform of Nanfeng Square, making all the disciples stunned by this sudden scene.

The dust and smoke dissipated, dragging the flying sword, Lin Ziqing, who stepped out of the deep pit, with a painful face, covering his chest, his eyes swept at many frightened disciples like lightning, coughed several times, and quietly wiped the blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and the tattered robe fluttered in the wind, as if telling a thrilling battle.

"Daddy..."

At this moment, a heart-rending scream suddenly came from the crowd, a man and a woman hurriedly ran to Lin Ziqing, helped up the crumbling and chaotic Lin Ziqing, his face was pale, and his voice trembled: "Dad, this... What's going on..."

This exclamation made all the disciple halls in the square panic, and a depressing atmosphere, suddenly like the gloom of the sky, suddenly enveloped the hearts of all the disciples, making their hearts beat wildly, a sense of panic that the big thing was not good, and all the disciples' faces changed instantly.

Looking at Lin Ziqing, Lin Jiaxin and Lin Yucheng, who were covered in bruises and old faces, burst into tears, swept the direction of Lin Ziqing with hideous faces, and roared again and again.

"Quick... Take them with you, quick... Run..."