After the other Jianghu figures in the main hall left, Lu You walked to Shen Luofan's side and said, "Grandpa, I also want to go to Qinglan Sect." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Shen Luofan frowned slightly, and said, "Ah You, you can stay in the mountains with peace of mind, it is enough for the Qinglan Sect to have us." ”

He was very concerned about his grandson, and originally wanted to arrange for Lu You to stay in Jiuxiao Mountain this time, after all, Lu You's martial arts were all lost, even if he went to Qinglan Sect, he couldn't help much.

Lu You said firmly: "Grandpa, I know your intentions, but if I fail, what difference does it make if I stay there? I still want to go to Qinglan Sect, you can agree, I have made up my mind." ”

Shen Luofan sighed, knowing Lu You's stubborn temper, the decision would never change, so he had to say: "Since you have decided, I will not force it, but you must not mess around, understand?"

Lu You nodded and said, "I know, I will definitely not mess around, and I won't make trouble for you." ”

"Lu Lang, let's go to Qinglan Sect together, I have never been to Qinglan Sect, I have heard its name for a long time, but I have never seen it. Mo Siqiu said on the side.

Lu You said: "Well, I'll take you to see the Nine Peaks of Qinglan Sect, the appearance there is very different from Fengdu." He understood that Mo Siqiu just wanted to match himself, where did he really want to see what Qinglan Sect was.

The next day, the mighty team of rivers and lakes set off from Jiuxiao Mountain, and the Heavenly Demon Gate dispatched ninety percent, leaving behind some characters who are not very good at martial arts, this time it can be said that they are pouring out, leaving no way out.

If it is successful, the three major forces will exist in the rivers and lakes, and they will be defeated, and the three major forces will become history from then on, and the rivers and lakes will no longer exist.

They can't afford to lose, they can't afford to lose, and if they lose, they will lose everything.

Qinglan Jiufeng is also in full swing to prepare, no matter what means, no matter what costs.

In front of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Zhou Shoudao came here with Yin Baisu and Tan Mo, looking at the nine-story towering high-rise building, and sighed.

The Qinglan Sect has reached the most critical juncture, and there is no point in abiding by the previous rules and regulations.

Zhou Shoudao bowed in front of the gate and said, "Zhou Shoudao asks to meet Uncle Feng, Uncle Ren, and Uncle Xun." ”

"Come in. An old but somewhat weak voice came from the Sword Hidden Sword Pavilion as the door opened.

The three of them walked in respectfully.

The Tibetan Sword Pavilion, as the name suggests, is the place where the sword is collected, the Qinglan Sect takes the sword as the most important, and this Tibetan Sword Pavilion also has an important role, that is, after the death of the Qinglan Sect, if the sword can still be found, these swords will be collected in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and the sword will not die when people die, leaving it as a symbol of existence in the world.

Of course, if there are younger disciples who have meritorious service to the sect, they can go to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to choose a sword after obtaining the permission of the master, which is regarded as the continuation of the spirit of Qinglan, so that the disciples have a strong sense of belonging to the Qinglan Sect.

Zhou Shoudao and the three of them walked in and saw three rows of circular wooden frames, on which all kinds of long swords were neatly arranged, each sword had an owner, and each sword had a story.

In the middle of the circular wooden frame sat three old men cross-legged, they were three of the seven Supreme Elders of the Qinglan Sect, the person in the middle had a weak breath, it was the leader who was defeated by Lu You's sword on the Nine Heavens last time, injured his whole body, and could no longer recover his peak strength.

The three of them opened their eyes and looked at Zhou Shoudao, roughly guessing the purpose of their trip.

Zhou Shoudao said: "Three senior uncles, this Qinglan catastrophe, Jianghu catastrophe, my Qinglan Sect has an unshirkable responsibility, in order to make up for this sin, I will lead all the personnel of the Qinglan Sect to fight to the death, in order to improve the chance of victory, I want to take out all the sleeping blades in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and ask the three senior uncles to agree." ”

The three Supreme Elders glanced at each other and nodded, and the Supreme Elder in the middle said slowly: "The Hidden Sword Pavilion can be opened, and the seven of us are also guilty of this matter, and then the seven of us will take action, hoping to make up for this mistake, otherwise we will have the face to meet the ancestors of the Qinglan Sect." ”

After saying that, he sighed, and his expression was much darker.

If they hadn't been moved by Zhao Ziling's words to support Zhao Ziling, where would there be so many things later, every time they think about it, they can't regret it.

Zhou Shoudao clenched his fists and bowed and said, "Thank you, Uncle Shi, for understanding the righteousness." Then he walked down the stairs towards the top of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and in a short time he came to the ninth floor of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

There are not many hidden swords on the ninth layer, only a few or a dozen of them, all of which are swords used by the heads of the Qinglan Sect in the past dynasties, there should have been more than thirty swords, but some of them have been lost and have not been recovered, and some swords have passed through two or three heads, so there will be so few swords left here.

Zhou Shoudao didn't look at the other swords, he walked directly to a shelf, carefully picked up the sword on it, and gently pulled out his right hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and the edge was inside, and there was a flash of green light.

"Senior Brother, I hope you can bless the Qinglan Sect through this calamity. Zhou Shoudao muttered.

The sword in his hand is not the sword of other heads, but the sword of the former head of the Qinglan Sect, Lu Jinglan, Qingmang, the seventh on the famous sword spectrum.

When he held Qingmang, he felt as if the senior brother still hadn't left him, hadn't left the Qinglan Sect, and was still fighting for the Qinglan Sect, giving him great courage and strength.

After leaving the Hidden Sword Pavilion, they went to the Hidden Treasure Pavilion again, opened the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, and the elders of the Qinglan Sect took out all the things in it, and then distributed it to all the Jianghu people in the Qinglan Nine Peaks to improve their strength.

The nine peaks of the Qinglan Sect are already full of people from various sects, and the voices are boiling, it can be said that the Qinglan Sect has not been a grand occasion for hundreds of years, and the only one who can gather such a powerful force is the Qinglan Sect, which is the head of the decent sect.

Now that any method that can improve his strength has been used, Zhou Shoudao no longer thinks about the life of Qinglan Sect in the future, the most important thing is now, it is easy to say anything if he can survive this catastrophe, and if he can't get through everything, there is nothing to consider.

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Seven hundred miles northeast of Qinglan Sect, there was a white-haired old man rowing a boat on the Anhe River, his hands were very steady, and he did not feel old and weak.

On his small boat sat a few ordinary people who had fled with their burdens, very haggard, obviously in a hurry during this time, and they were afraid of something.

"Did you hear that? The man-eating demon beast is heading to the mountain gate of the Qinglan Sect, and it seems that in a few days, Master Zhou will fight to the death with that demon beast. A man on the boat said.

"Can they defeat the monster? I've heard that the monster is amazing. "Another humane.

"Qinglan Sect is the largest sect in the world, I hope they can kill that demon beast so that we can go home." Another man hoped.