Four thousand years later, a young man in Tsing Yi carried a dilapidated wooden box on his back and marched towards the Northern Desert Sword Cliff, under the reflection of the blood-colored remnant sun, the thin figure was pulled obliquely behind him, and the broken straw shoes stepped on the hot and soft sand, making a snorting and rubbing sound.

The dead corpses of poplars lay silently in the endless wasteland, with the occasional few blood crows wailing.

"The sky and the earth are big, but they are not as big as the breasts of the beautiful lady, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but they are not as beautiful as the Oiran of Lingzhou, and the foxes are charming, but they are not as beautiful as the sisters of the Spring Festival. The east is red, the sun is rising, there is a leaf in the east and the wind, the bird is not soft seven times a night, and the war is three hundred to five watches. ”

The young man hummed his hometown Lingzhou tune that he had adapted, stopped and took off his shoes and shook the sand inside, and scolded: "Grandma's, Master asked me to come to this place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't, and it's just a hardship along the way. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi looked very unhappy, although he was very handsome, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, his face was like a spring flower, a pair of fledgling Danfeng eyes were slightly narrowed, his eyes were resolute, although he was dressed plainly, it was not difficult to see that his temperament was extraordinary.

"Hey, bastard, hide here and pick your feet, huh? Suddenly, the boy heard a voice coming from mid-air.

Ye Linfeng, a young man in Tsing Yi, looked up and saw a familiar face, the voice coming from a demonic man dressed in white.

The man was born really handsome, his face was like white jade, beautiful like a woman, he let his body swing away in the wind, like a paper man, white clothes fluttering, rolling like clouds.

"Second Senior Brother, why are you becoming more and more like a ghost, scaring me a lot, where did you come from?" Ye Linfeng glanced at the man in white.

"Fool, I've been standing on your head for a long time, and you didn't even notice it, Master, the most reassuring thing about you is you, so I'll pick you up. The corners of the man in white raised as he spoke, looking very bewitching.

"I said don't hit me, you don't know about me. Ye Linfeng said, got up and stood up, and picked up the dilapidated bookcase, which was full of good things in the wooden box.

Ye Linfeng entered the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect at the age of three, practiced for ten years, and the realm has been stuck in the Lingqi Realm, and has been determined by the elders in the door that he can no longer cross the Lingqi Realm, and has learned a few tricks of the three-legged cat's kung fu, the only advantage is that he is good at escaping and resisting attacks, and he is a "famous" waste in the cultivation world.

First Acquaintance, Spiritual Enlightenment, Dao Me, iQue, Immortal Departure, Destiny Chart, Piyuan, and Unbounded are the eight realms of cultivators in the Gangji Continent, and the six realms after Lingqi Ye Linfeng didn't even dare to think about it, wasting the mixed yuan immortal essence in his body in vain.

The Mixed Yuan Immortal Essence is the Mixed Yuan Crystal refined by the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect Patriarch, and for some reason, these immortal treasures have been stored in the sea of his consciousness since Ye Linfeng was born, and it is precisely because of this that Ye Linfeng has become a little fat sheep slaughtered in the eyes of all forces.

"Let's go, Master is still waiting for you. The man in white said, touched the bun with his hand, and reinserted the peach blossom hairpin on the bun.

The man in white is Ji Seventeen, the second disciple of the head of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, this person is gifted and intelligent, he mastered the secret art of origami at the age of eleven, and he stepped into the void at the age of thirteen, and was known as the genius of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect.

"Master may not know where to hold the beautiful lady to spend all day drinking, this time to the North Desert, it is estimated that the master brought his little ladies, and he doesn't feel tired when he is old. Ye Linfeng said.

"What are you talking about, your fourth senior brother watched the master holding the two beautiful girls listening to the little song, and they were all drooling. Ji Seventeen grinned.

It seems that the fourth senior brother is going to inherit the mantle of the master. Ye Linfeng said teasingly.

Just as the two brothers were catching up, a team of people attracted Ye Linfeng's attention, to be precise, it was a girl who caught Ye Linfeng's attention.

It is estimated that this pair of people and horses also came to the Northern Desert Sword Cliff to view the ancient monument, so Ji Seventeen was not surprised, but Ye Linfeng seemed to be a different person, looking at the particularly conspicuous girl.

"Ping'er!" Ye Linfeng was very surprised, looking at this woman who had been separated from him for half a year, he changed his previous hanging, and his heart twisted, and the good man actually shed tears.

The woman opposite Ye Linfeng walked over, she was very pretty, although she was not very old, she looked like a beautiful woman.

Gorgeously dressed, peugeot, charming. The face is tender and clustered with hibiscus flowers, and the waist is slender with willow branches. The jade shoots in the sleeves are green and cute at the fingertips, and the lotus steps under the feet are lightly moved.

The girl suddenly stopped and glanced at Ye Linfeng.

The girl did not answer, looked down at her toes, and remained silent.

Not long after, a young boy in brocade clothes came over, and the young boy was also handsome and chic, and he was richly dressed.

The young man's brother walked up, walked up to Jiang Ping'er, reached out and touched Jiang Ping'er's cheeks, which were as smooth as mutton fat and white jade, and said, "Ping'er, let's go, Master is still waiting for us in Qianji City." ”

The young boy said goodbye and took Jiang Ping'er's slender hand.

"Ping'er, this... This is..." Ye Linfeng couldn't believe it.

"This is my fiancé, the only son of the Situ family, you forget me. Jiang Ping'er raised her head and said seemingly calmly, but in fact, she had already been shocked by a lake of ripples in her heart.

These seventeen words are like seventeen quenched silver needles, the needles pierced Ye Linfeng's heart, and the overwhelming sorrow came to his heart, like falling into an ice cellar, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Ye Linfeng suddenly came back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward, blocking the way of Situ Gongzi and Jiang Ping'er.

"Let go of her, Ping'er is my best friend. Ye Linfeng's eyes were resolute, and he stretched out his arms to stop in front of him.

"You are the "world-famous" little waste of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect? ”

Situ Gongzi, who was dressed in brocade clothes, said that, he slapped it with one palm, and actually slapped Ye Linfeng alive.

Poof! Ye Linfeng, who fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. In the initial realm of spiritual enlightenment, he still had the courage to get up against Situ Qingyun, who was at least above the initial realm of the iQue.

"Even if you die, I, Ye Linfeng, won't let you take Ping'er away. Ye Linfeng said resolutely.

"Boy, are you tired of being alive!" Situ Qingyun said, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Let's go, forget about me!" Jiang Ping'er looked ahead blankly, she reminded herself in her heart that if she wanted to achieve great things, she had to be ruthless, with the big sycamore of the Situ family, her phoenix was not calling for wind and rain, and the hard days of the past were gone.

Ye Linfeng was extremely sad, his Danfeng eyes were red, and he clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't stop Situ Qingyun again.

This time he really gave up, because this sentence came from Jiang Ping'er, since she has lost her heart, then she should also die, or try to die, try to let go.

In this world, I always have to put down some things, good men are determined to be in all directions, and children are old enough to let go first, and when I practice turning into a sword and turning into a dome, when the dragon travels the world, I will definitely turn the quicksand into quicksand and lie at the bottom of the lake for my beloved woman, and lie in the heart of the lake with duckweed, just to fight her with a smile and accompany her to play the piano and flute.

However, it is not so easy to really let go.

Situ Qingyun and his party had gradually disappeared into the yellow sand, and Ye Linfeng tried his best to control his feelings, and followed Ji Seventeen to the Thousand Machines City in the Northern Desert.

For this kind of thing, Ji Seventeen naturally understood, so he no longer chatted with Ye Linfeng, leaving Ye Linfeng time to calm down.

・・・・・・ is not far from Qianji City, and the wind and sand are gradually stopping.

If it is not for the dragon's roar, it is a tiger roaring, the cold wind blows on the face, the evil spirit of Qingling Ling is pressing, and Xie Liu cannot bloom everywhere, and the sword qi is hidden in the ghost. This sword intent is truly amazing.

The hearts of the two of them immediately hung up, and without thinking about it, Ye Linfeng was taken behind a sand dune by Ji Seventeen, and secretly looked over, and saw a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt and black hat coming with a sword.

There are many flying sand in the northern desert, and black hats are a common attire.

Ye Linfeng and the others were shocked, and suddenly, another killing intent struck.

I saw that it was an old man wearing a scarf, wearing a hundred clothes, pedaling a pair of broken linen shoes, and showing triangular eyes on his face, and he forcibly shook away the Tengteng sword qi with one palm.

The middle-aged man walked silently towards the old road, the black gauze curtain was opened by the wind, and his body seemed to be floating, and it was confusing after entering the eyes, like a ghost.

Suddenly, a sword qi rushed up, as fast as lightning and thunder, but the old way was as steady as Dayue, and he didn't move a single step. There are six inhales, three exhalations, and the whole body is full of vitality, and a set of mixed yuan golden bells is used to cover themselves underneath.

Then he sealed with both hands and spat out the talisman, which was the Heavenly Dao Divine Rune.

"Mixed Yuan is authentic, seeking to lower the golden immortal and subduing the demon barrier; The old man muttered.

Dao intentions arose, and a god-like phantom came from the sky, and he raised his hand and fanned the middle-aged swordsman.

The phantom was like a god, and it was overwhelming, and in an instant, the void was smashed into a depression, and the air flow flowed rapidly, rushing towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quickly retreated, leaning forward, and then spun again, skillfully avoiding the attack.

He pinched the sword trick in his hand, his body was slightly certain, and he immediately swung his sword and slashed at the old Taoist.

And the old Taoist's phantom attack became more and more fierce, slapping him one by one, and the middle-aged man gradually became a little overwhelmed.

"The apocalypse breaks the way, and the sword slays the dragon. The middle-aged swordsman shouted. It turned out that this middle-aged man was a member of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect, and the Heavenly Apocalypse Breaking Dao was famous.

The flying sword shook rapidly, emitting a faint cold light, volleying up into the air, and the sword qi was cold.

The flying sword slashed towards the phantom, and the phantom collided with the flying sword, making a thunderous sound, no matter how the flying sword slashed wildly, the phantom did not move at all, like a mountain.

Suddenly, the phantom golden light vibrated greatly, and there was a large avenue light rune of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect circulating around his body, turning into a golden bell, rumbling towards the flying sword, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and spit out, and a rune was attached to the golden bell, his face suddenly turned pale, and the mental power consumption in his body was huge, and it gradually lost its support, and the golden bell rumbled and rang, but it couldn't get closer than half a step.

The two do not give in to each other, resist each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The triangular-eyed sloppy old Taoist took this opportunity to slip away, lost a wind character, and walked away in an instant.

When the middle-aged man saw that the sloppy old Taoist took the opportunity to slip away, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and said viciously: "Old thing, if you seduce my family Cuihua again, I will make you unable to be a man!"

Ye Linfeng and Ji Qiqi felt like they had eaten after hearing this, there were really people who were even more unreliable than their master Po Yunzi, but they were a little suspicious of the identity of the sloppy Daoist, it was certain that the sloppy Daoist must be a member of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect, but he had never heard Master Po Yunzi mention it, which made the second monk a little confused, could it be an unborn senior master of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect?