"But there is no magic weapon, how can you fly to the mountain peak next to you and go to the Scripture Pavilion?"

After taking a deep breath, Ye Quan's face became indifferent, his eyes were calm, and he muttered softly: "Since you can't fly, then you won't fly, anyway, the secret book of qi and blood is also given by the old man of Qingyuan, whoever asks, I won't shy away from it, practice physical arts, you don't have to hide it, just crawl over." What can it be?"

Snorting again, Ye Quan continued to move forward, and after a while, he found that a cliff position on the mountain peak stretched out into the distance, a black iron chain that did not look like words, and the place where the iron chain was connected was the peak where the Zangjing Pavilion was located.

Ye Quan was a little pleased, and secretly said that he was lucky, and now he would have to take a lot of detours.

Since he dared to walk on the iron chain, Ye Quan was naturally sure, after all, his qi and blood cultivation method was already quite hot, his physical body was tough, his qi and blood were abundant, plus the black ice needle, that is, the magic needle was pinned to his calf, if he was really careless, he fell off the chain, he only needed to use the magic needle next to him, and he could step it back again, compared to such a momentary change, it would not be noticed.

Moreover, he really didn't think that with the strength of his body at the moment, an iron chain could make it fall.

After trying to see if the chain was strong, he jumped up, shook his body, exhaled slightly, and gently slapped his hands left and right, and a stream of air surged, and his body automatically stood firm.

Just like this, Ye Quan's feet were extremely fast, and soon, he walked half the distance.

At this moment, on top of a certain mountain peak, there was a large hall on the top of a mountain that was repeatedly shrouded in white mist.

An old man in a green robe. Out of the main hall. Seems to have something to go out about. Just as he took the light and flew into the air, he saw a black shadow on an iron chain, moving forward quickly.

He pressed his eyes lightly in disbelief, looked towards the chain again, and saw that there was indeed a dark shadow, climbing the chain, and couldn't help it. I secretly wondered: "Didn't this disciple of Senior Brother Qingyuan die six years ago, how could there be another guy with such good alchemy skills." It's as sturdy as a demon ape, it's really weird!"

He remembered that Qingyuan's disciple, because he couldn't practice mana and could only refine his body, couldn't fly, so he specialized between the peaks. Many of these chains were laid for their convenience in moving between the peaks. Of course, you can also step up your training by the way.

At the beginning, when that kid was not dead, he could be seen jumping up and down nimbly almost every day.

It's just a pity that in the end, that kid was assassinated by the Morodian Temple, and he never saw such a scene again.

The old man in the green robe shook his head with emotion, and then turned into a green light and walked away into the distance.

At the same time, there was another place, on the top of a higher mountain peak, on a cliff, an old man in a blue robe, looking at the flexible black shadow below with some daze, and a look of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

"It's been six years, but the culprit hasn't died yet! The master can't stand you!" the blue-robed old man sighed softly, and then, with a flash of figure, he disappeared in place, surrounded by white mist, and there was no one in sight.

On the steps of a tall golden hall in the distance, the figure of the blue-robed old Taoist appeared, and he walked up step by step.

"It's finally here!" Ye Quan jumped down from the chain, his face was not red, he was not panting, and there was no trace of tiredness.

"This is the peak of the mountain where the Scripture Pavilion is located, and I think about it, the Scripture Pavilion seems to be at the top of the mountain. You'll have to climb a little more. ”

Ye Quan's figure flashed, and he rushed out, hooked on the trunk of the tree vigorously, shook his body, and then went up to a height of five zhang, and then in the gap in the stone wall on the mountain, the five claws became a hook, and he borrowed strength on the stone wall, and immediately pulled up again.

In this way, after three times and two clicks, you have reached the top of the mountain.

After arriving here, Ye Quan found that there were two young people from the same door who also arrived here, but these two people were wearing black and gold two-color magic robes, which were a little more magnificent than Ye Quan's black magic robes, and it seemed that the aura was also a little stronger.

Ye Quan had read the booklet, so he naturally knew that this was the special costume for the descendants of the Yin Ghost Sect.

Although on the surface, the status of the outer sect elders is the same, but, in fact, the descendants of the descendants generally do not take the outer elders very seriously.

After all, the elders of the outer gate, although their cultivation is also in the late Kaiyuan period, and their cultivation is similar to theirs, maybe in terms of experience, they are more abundant than these descendant disciples, but the outer sect elders, only those who have cultivated to basically advance to the Kaiyuan Great Perfection realm, will take responsibility, and the descendants are the most likely to be promoted to the Great Perfection realm.

Therefore, the relationship between this is very clear.

These two descendant disciples, a man and a woman, looked very ordinary, but there was a bit of a domineering aura in their eyes, and they were obviously a little surprised when they saw Ye Quan climbing up from the bottom of the mountain.

Then, the man sneered faintly, although it was slight, but it was still heard by Ye Quan, and the woman next to him pulled the man's magic robe and frowned a little.

The man smiled at the woman, then ignored Ye Quan, and directly entered the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Ye Quan's face was expressionless, and he said secretly: "Looking at the age of these two people, they are nothing more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but they have already reached the late Kaiyuan period, and this disciple is really not simple." ”

Then, Ye Quan also stepped up the stone steps and walked towards the opposite hall step by step.

This hall is more than ten zhang high on the left and right, and the width is not less than twenty zhang from the front.

Looking up, above the main hall, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, three big characters of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing were carved on the walls of the main hall, emitting a faint halo of color.

It looks quite magical, revealing a sense of mystery.

Ye Quan came to the real entrance of the main hall, these were two black wooden doors, and there were two middle-aged people standing at the door, these two middle-aged people, who looked the same, saw Ye Quan, and did not speak.

Ye Quan hesitated for a moment, and when he saw that the two people who had just entered didn't seem to say anything to him, he smiled politely at them, and then stepped in.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion is a spacious lobby, the corner position, a staircase, leading upstairs, near the corner, there is a wooden table, and a scar-faced old man in the back sits listlessly on the Taishi chair, wearing a white robe, looking a little sleepy.

The two descendants who entered before saluted them respectfully, and then paid something, and then took the two signs from their hands and went upstairs. (To be continued......)