Guantian Peak, Dao Xuan?

The Shushan disciple was stunned, he didn't know where this person came from, Dao Xuan naturally knew that he was also present when he was fighting in Changling Peak. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info But what did this person do when he came to Daoxuan?

The disciple cautiously asked, "Dare to ask Dao You, what is the relationship between Dao Friend and Dao Xuan Senior Brother?"

The corners of An Zhiming's mouth moved slightly, and he said: "He is my eldest brother, he was accidentally separated back then, and I came to Shushan to find him." ”

Wang Wei pretended to be calm and nodded in agreement.

The disciple pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't you wait outside the door first, and I'll go to the Shangqing Hall to find him." ”

An Zhiming nodded and said, "I'm tired, Xiaowei and Xiaowang, let's go out." ”

Wang Wei and the girl nodded yes, and followed An Zhiming out of Shushan.

The disciple glanced at the three of them suspiciously, feeling that they were very different from ordinary monks, and there was not much awe in his eyes. Maybe it was because he was dazzled, he was really hit by those geniuses and was nervous, thinking of this, he smiled dumbly, turned around and flew to the Shangqing Palace.

An Zhiming stood quietly outside the gate of Shushan Mountain, looking at Fengtian City in the distance. It was nearly dusk, and the sky was full of red clouds, and even the city of Fengtian was shrouded in orange-red.

"Big brother," Wang Wei said in a low voice, "Why do you have to see you now? We can make an appointment tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or we can come back in seven days." ”

An Zhiming watched a flock of gray pigeons fly through the sky, his face seemed to be dyed a layer of gray, and he said: "The longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be." ”

Wang Wei didn't ask again, and the girl didn't say a word, standing behind An Zhiming. After embracing Han Sheng from the Shushan disciple on the island, An Zhiming fell into an eerie silence.

One of the worst possibilities comes to their minds.

"A few fellow Daoists, I'm really sorry. The Shushan disciple who was guarding the door before flew over and said: "It's a step too late, Senior Brother Daoxuan was called away by the head of Emei Mingyuan, and I heard that he was guiding the cultivation." It may take a few days, but you can come back in seven days. ”

"Master Emei, guide the cultivation?" An Zhiming's face was a little heavier, and he shook his head and said, "No, I'll wait for him outside the door." If he comes out, just say that An Zhiming is waiting for him outside, and I'm sorry for you. ”

He sat cross-legged, looking at the gray dove in the distance, the once shining sun, is it also time to set?

The disciple sighed and said, "Since we haven't seen you for many years, why rush for a while? ”

An Zhiming did not answer, Wang Wei sighed in his heart, and also sat next to An Zhiming. The girl hesitated for a moment and sat on the other side of An Zhiming.

The disciple sighed silently, helpless against these stubborn people, and secretly jealous Dao Xuan in his heart: "I can't see that he is alone, and he has such a good friend outside." ”

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Time back to the Shangqing Palace, when the four major masters and the gourd Daoist announced to the monks the successful conclusion of the Xianmen Friendship Match, Daoyun, who was holding a mustard seed bag to distribute magic weapons, was surrounded by the disciples of Shushan for the first time, and it didn't take long for only two copies left. Dao Yunzuo held a delicate bag and smiled helplessly: "The magic weapon and pill spell in each bag are the same, are you going to grab it?"

Dao Lu smiled: "Anyway, the head elders are all outside, even if the reward is the same, it will be much happier to see it earlier." ”

"Hey, senior brother," Dowling exclaimed, "Didn't the boss say that the mustard seed bag should be handed in?"

Daoyun was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "It should need to be handed in, after all, space debris is very precious." ”

Dowling said angrily, "Then why did they steal our mustard seed bags!"

Daoyun turned his head to look, and sure enough, Kunlun Kongtong Emei, not a single mustard seed bag was handed in, and all of them were stuffed into his waist bag. When the Shushan disciple found out, he was furious: "Hey, why don't you hand in the mustard seed bag!"

The Emei disciples sneered at each other: "Are you Shushan so poor?

The Kongtong disciple sneered: "Do you need our Kongtong to send you a bunch of mustard seed bags?"

The Kunlun disciple fanned the flames on the side: "You can't be too picky, Shushan sits in Yangzhou, Wanzhou, and is rich in the world, can't you even give up three mustard seed bags?"

For a while, the disciples of Shushan were attacked by a group, and their faces turned red, and they couldn't wait to draw their swords and fight with them again.

"What's the noise!" Elder Qinghe walked from outside the hall, his face pale. Outside are all elders with great magical powers, and they can hear the disputes in the Shangqing Hall clearly. The elders of Shushan looked embarrassed, but fortunately, no one mentioned it, and Elder Qinghe hurriedly found an excuse to leave, and fiercely picked up this group of disciples who lost face regardless of the occasion.

Seeing Elder Qinghe's fierce momentum, the disciples of Shushan immediately shrank their heads and stood up obediently; Kunlun and Emei noticed that something was wrong, and they also resumed the posture of cultivating truth and floating out of the dust; only the disciples of Kongtong, who were located in the Northern Wilderness and knew nothing about Shushan, were still sneering: "We Kongtong don't have much else, a handful of space debris, and we can make a bunch of mustard seed bags at any time." ”

"If you want it, you can buy it with money, 500,000 each, and if the order exceeds 2,000, we can discount it. ”

"Isn't Shushan very rich? I also have a mustard seed bag here, the size of a three-story pavilion, and it is cheaper to count as a million spirit stones. ”

"Enough. Elder Qinghe glared at the Kongtong disciples, and a cold and piercing sensation rose from behind them, constantly stimulating their brains. The Kongtong disciple suddenly looked like a chicken being choked by the neck, and the Shangqing Hall quieted down.

Elder Qinghe said coldly: "The high-level officials of the Four Great Immortal Sects are talking about things outside, so instead of being idle, you should have a good practice of cultivating the magic weapon, and you can also meditate and practice." The team competition has ended, and if there is any more dispute, drive it out of Shushan directly!"

Dowling was unconvinced: "Master, what about our mustard seed bag?"

Elder Qinghe's face darkened: "This mustard seed bag was originally awarded to the best person in the participating team, didn't you listen to the report?"

The disciples in the main hall looked at their noses, noses, mouths, and hearts, and they were as solemn as mountains.

There are so many reports, one more difficult than the other, and many people have listened to it.

Elder Qinghe knew it when he saw their appearance, he snorted, turned around and walked outside the hall. When passing by the Shushan camp, Han Sheng lowered his head to avoid getting mad after being seen by Qing He, after all, he destroyed the Law Enforcement Hall a few days ago......

"Senior brother, your reward. Waiting for Elder Qinghe to leave, Daoyun handed him a bag and said, "Remember to keep it properly and it can't be damaged." ”

Han Sheng looked at the purple-gold bag in surprise and said, "Isn't this a mustard seed bag?"

Daoyun smiled and said, "That's right, junior brother, you are the best person in the Shushan team." ”

Dao Lu frowned and said, "Senior brother, the head of the family let you come to power." ”

Han Sheng echoed: "That's right, senior brother, you can take it, I just need the bag." ”

Daoyun shook his head and said: "I didn't play a role in this competition, I am far inferior to Senior Brother Daoxuan, this mustard seed bag is well deserved." What's more, I will definitely stay in Shushan in the future, and it is better to give it to those who need it more. ”

Han Sheng muttered, "Senior brother, I ......"

Daoyun smiled, at this moment his smile was a little similar to Qingsong, gentle and lonely. He patted Han Sheng on the shoulder and said softly: "I know that you won't stay in Shushan, just like Uncle Qingyun, I just hope you can live well, don't forget Shushan." ”

Dao Lu Daolin and the more than sixty Shushan disciples behind him saw Han Sheng's eyes red for the first time.

This is Shushan, there are many problems with Xianmen, but there are also many things that Xianmen does not have.

Han Sheng took the mustard seed bag and solemnly tied it around his waist and tied it in a dead knot.

The magic weapons, elixirs, and charms inside were far less important to him than this mustard seed bag. Even if the reward is an artifact, it is not as important as this mustard bag.

An Zhi's fate, after all, it was too late.

......

In the southern wilderness, 100,000 mountains can be faintly seen.

Qingyun's face was cold, and he flew fast with his sword, as fast as lightning. Mu Sheng kept running and jumping in front, leaving a fishy wind behind.

"There are 100,000 mountains ahead!" Mu Sheng roared: "If you chase it again, it will be a dead end!"

Qingyun said coldly: "You have been running back and forth here for a day, it turns out that you want to escape to the 100,000 mountains, and you don't look at the map when you come to the human world?"

Mu Sheng said angrily: "When you get to the 100,000 mountains, you look good!"

Qingyun swung his sword, shining brightly, and a cyan sword qi cut towards Mu Sheng's lower body. Mu Sheng jumped high, jumped like a monkey, and desperately fled towards Tianzhu Mountain. The mutilated wings on his back, from the long time they had been hidden underground, had begun to rot, and the pain was scorching. Mu Sheng secretly gritted his teeth in his heart: "As long as you climb up to Tianzhu Mountain, the Two Realms Mirror senses the Demon Realm Envoy hiding in the Demon Clan, and you can defeat this monk who has been tracking all the way!"

Qingyun chased hard in the back, and she also had a headache. This demon is extremely cunning, transforming into the sky and the earth to dodge, and has almost escaped by him several times. Fortunately, there is Tianzhu Mountain in front, which was burned by Sanyan once with the true fire of the sun seven years ago, and there is no grass growing around it so far. When he waits there, the demon clan will be captured, and he must not be allowed to enter the 100,000 mountains!

One after another, the sword qi was wanton, and Mu Sheng just ran and jumped, leaving everything out of the way. When he approached Tianzhu Mountain, his whole body trembled, howling like a hungry wolf, no longer caring about Qingyun behind him, he rushed towards Tianzhu Mountain with all his strength, and climbed to the top of the mountain in a few leaps.

Qingyun was stunned: What is this demon clan doing on the mountain? Tianzhu Mountain is 7,300 miles high, the highest point is as smooth as a mirror, and there is no other way back, isn't it seeking death when you go up?

Unless he has any spells or magic weapons that require height to use, this place is 1,200 miles away from the 100,000 mountains, and he doesn't go to the 100,000 mountains but comes to climb the mountain, there is definitely a conspiracy.

Qingyun's thoughts raced, and she finally decided to follow and capture him before he reached the top. If you can't capture it before reaching the top, for the sake of safety, kill it directly!

"Scout number 1007, Molan Ze Musheng, ask for support! Ask for support!" "During the climb, Mu Sheng took out a stone mirror from his arms, bit his finger through the blood and dripped it onto the mirror, and roared at the stone mirror: "I am in Tianzhu Mountain, I am being chased and killed by a true monarch, ask for support!

The stone mirror did not react, and blood slid down the mirror. "It's the sun!" Mu Sheng was dumbfounded, didn't he say that there was a demon scout who made a pact with the demon clan in the 100,000 mountains? Why couldn't he sense the signal of this colleague? Is it not high enough?

"Help!" Mu Sheng wailed and climbed up, after he recovered the demon body, his cry was extremely sharp, making Qingyun below dizzy. He shook his head, and suddenly pointed at the sword, stabbing at Mu Sheng. When Mu Sheng found that he couldn't contact another scout, his mental state was unstable, and he was pierced through his body by this sword, and black blood splattered everywhere. His body shrunk into a ball and fell straight towards Qingyun, the corners of Qingyun's mouth hooked slightly, opened the void gate, put Mu Sheng into the ring, and handed it over to Su Jue to suppress.

After chasing for a day, from Lancang Mansion to 100,000 mountains, running 48,000 miles, fighting all the way, it was really choking. Qingyun stretched, yawned and said, "Find a place to rest, otherwise no one will feel distressed if you are tired." ”

The slender jade hand crossed Qingyun's lips, and the bewitching voice sounded quietly, exhaling like an orchid: "The slave family is so distressed, Junlangjun, go to a good place with the slave family to ensure that you are comfortable." ”

Qingyun's body stiffened on the spot, his neck turned like a puppet, and when he saw the person who spoke, his face turned dead: "White Bone Demon King!"