The blue sky was like a wash, only a few white clouds were wandering freely in the sky, and a sword light was like a shock, slashing from the sky, and the red sword swirled, tearing the air apart and tearing the clouds apart. Mighty as a storm, blazing as the sun, on the body of the sword about a few feet wide, a young man was looking down curiously, behind him, an old man in a cyan robe was behind him, looking at the curious young man with a slightly strange look.

"Why can't you touch this cloud?" the young man curiously stretched his hand into the clouds on the side, as if he was very curious about the clouds next to the flying sword, these clouds could not be seen through from the ground, but when he reached the high sky, he found that the clouds could not be touched.

"Don't look, the place where I'm taking you is coming!" the old man stopped the boy's childish behavior. The speed of the flying sword is fast, and standing on the side may fall at any time, this kid is really not worry-free.

"Sect Leader Zhenren, where are you taking me? My master is still waiting for me to practice sword with him!" Although Han Zaixin was a little worried about his situation, he believed that the Sword Sect would not let the rest of the sects do anything to him, which could be seen from the fact that Qing Xuanzi, the Sect Leader, actually came forward to take him and Drunken Xiaoyao away, he was not stupid.

"You kid, still want to go back to your little peak? You may become the target of other sects at any time now, you can't leave me now, and when we are ready, we will naturally let you go back!" Qing Xuanzi said to Han Zaixin, many things in this world are not accessible to a small cultivator in the Qi refining period like Han Zaixin, but as the head of the Sword Sect, Qing Xuanzi is very clear. Therefore, in order to protect this junior, who was favored and had high hopes by him and the Sword Sect Supreme Elder Sword Void Daoist, he needed to make some preparations.

In this world, although it is only the smallest small world, it is also incomparably vast, with countless supernatural means that emerge one after another, and there are many things that make it difficult for everyone to guard against, such as the curse technique in the left side door, and there are also many means for souls and true spirits in the demon gate. None of these things need to be directly confronted by the target of the spell, and they can kill people thousands of miles away. Of course, there are many ways to do the righteous path, and although they seem to be harmful, they are not impossible to use.

But with such strange means, there are countermeasures, so whether it is the righteous path or the side door, or the demon path, there are countless defensive measures against these things. The most common is the Heaven Covering Talisman Seal, which is engraved with the Heavenly Dao Array, condensed between square inches, confusing the Heavenly Machine, and making it impossible for these mysterious methods to find their targets. Of course, as such a thing, it is not possible to make it in advance, because for different people and different means, the Heavenly Dao Formation that needs to be engraved is completely different, and it is not just a matter of taking it out. So Qing Xuanzi needs some time, and during this time, it is best for Han Zaixin, this little guy, to come by his side.

The peaks and mountains are stacked and green, and countless trees grow lushly. The mountain peak is ten thousand feet high, the white clouds are entwined in the middle of the mountainside, and the top of the mountain is even more cloudy and mist, like a fairyland, everything is not real. But the red sword light went directly towards the top of the mountain, shuttling through the clouds and mist. Without the slightest pause, after passing through the clouds, I found that on the top of this towering mountain, a quaint temple stood on the top of the mountain. Pieces of simple glazed tiles cover the roof of the temple, which has lost its original gorgeous color, but it looks unusually solemn and solemn.

The sword light shot straight down, staying directly in front of the main hall, at this time Han Zaixin had the opportunity to take a look at the face of this hall, on the flying sword, after passing through the misty mist, it fell directly, he didn't have a chance to see clearly, at this time, he found that the most solemn palace of this sword sect was actually so simple. There are no ornate carved railings and paintings, only a simple wooden door, and the vermilion paint on the door has been mottled, and there are even only two wooden boards, and there is not one of the beast's heads swallowed. Not to mention the eighty-eight copper nails that show the ornate decoration.

In addition, there is only a huge plaque on the top of the gate, which has four big characters written on it, and the font of 'Sword Qi Chongxiao' is not a famous artist, but it looks like an iron painting and a silver hook, no matter who looks at it, they will feel a powerful sword qi rushing towards their faces, as if there are countless wisps of sword qi piercing their faces. It's hard to look at it directly.

"This is the Sword Sect Hall, it's not as good as the ancestral house of my Xiao family!" Han Zaixin said in his heart. But he didn't dare to say it. Criticizing one's ancestors like this, no matter which sect it is, is a great disrespectful crime. Moreover, Han Zaixin still has the most powerful person in the Sword Sect by his side, if he says it, he will not be directly slashed by that big master!

"Don't you think that the most solemn place of the Sword Sect is a little inconsistent?" Qing Xuanzi spoke at this time, it seems that the controller of the Sword Sect also has self-knowledge of this hall: "Don't think about it, this hall has been like this since the first time my Sword Sect saw it." This is not a house, but a big magic weapon!

"So that's the case!" Han Zaixin realized that the Sword Sect, as a super sect that controlled one-fifth of the territory of the 100,000 Great Mountains, had no three-point background, and had already been overthrown!

"Okay, let's go in first and stay! I'll call your master here later, I won't delay your sword practice!" Qing Xuanzi's control of the Sword Sect pursues a kind of idea of doing nothing, all the peaks have their own heads in charge, he is only in charge of the general direction of the sect, as for what to teach the disciples, what these things are all in charge of the special elders. He only needs to be responsible for becoming the supreme symbol of force of the sect and deterring the rest of the sects! The Sword Sect has a special group of elders responsible for the operation of the sect, and not every sect is in charge of the sect. Although the head of the Sword Sect is also supreme and enjoys a veto, Qing Xuanzi has not used this right for hundreds of years.

Therefore, in the Sword Sect, everyone does not have much flattery towards the Sect, but more admiration and worship! The monk worships the strong, which Qing Xuanzi sees very clearly, so as long as he maintains the strength of one of the strongest people in the Sword Sect, then there are not many people in the sect who will oppose his control. Of course, there are some drawbacks to this, many elders who control the power of the sect will do some unwise things, but this is not a problem because of the existence of the torture hall.

Soon, a disciple came out of the sword and flew towards another big mountain in the distance, it seems that Qing Xuanzi still attaches great importance to Han Zaixin, this little guy, because if it is an ordinary thing, it only needs to be a sound transmission jade rune, and now he actually sent a disciple to Shoujian Peak to pass the message.

Han Zaixin sat cross-legged alone in the main hall of the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall and enjoyed a treatment that only the heads of the peaks had, this most solemn hall of the Sword Sect was not something that anyone could enter, let alone sit in it for half an hour. But Han Zaixin was like sitting on pins and needles, and his heart was full of resentment towards Qing Xuanzi, the real person in charge of the sect, and he left himself here alone, facing rows of ancestral tablets, and he was uncomfortable with such a place.

But he couldn't help it, because this was the safest place in the Sword Sect, and the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall was the last safe fortress of the Sword Sect. This is the last retreat left by the countless ancestors of the Sword Sect to future generations, and it has been handed down in that sinister environment at the beginning, and there are many strange functions. For example, temporarily isolate the heavenly machine. And Qing Xuanzi was studying something with an old Taoist in a gray robe at this time.

Soon, two sword lights flashed from the sky, and Lu Qingxuan, accompanied by the disciple sent out by Qing Xuanzi, came to the main peak of this sword sect. When he came up the mountain, he walked directly towards the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, in order to see his disciple earlier, this kid was the first apprentice he had accepted, and the last. At the beginning, I thought that I could cultivate to a higher realm, and I didn't pay attention to leaving the inheritance or something, but until my limit was approaching, I accepted a disciple, just to send someone to the end after death. This is also the reason why Han Zaixin was not amazing and brilliant at that time, but he was still accepted by Lu Qingxuan.

"What's the matter?, you kid loves to be in the limelight, now you can only hide here!" Lu Qingxuan walked into the door and scolded Han Zaixin. This old man is not very old, less than two hundred years old, and he is still a golden age for a monk in the True Martial Realm. But for some reason, he is already drooping and old, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, no matter how he looks like a monk with a good face, he is more like a mortal old man.

"Master!" Han Zaixin hurriedly got up, and the two masters and apprentices conducted a special tutorial in the most sacred hall of the Sword Sect. This is also something that Lu Qingxuan has never thought about, in the Sword Qi Rushing Hall of the Great Hall, it is a privilege that only the real person in charge of the sect has a privilege! But now he is the most common ordinary elder of the Sword Peak.

When Lu Qingxuan and Han Zaixin were teaching swordsmanship, a small thatched hut was located in a mountain forest on the main peak of the Sword Sect. An old man with white hair was standing in the courtyard, waiting for the person who was coming.

"Why, have you come to me? There is nothing important about the sect! You, who have been in charge of the sect for three days, have run to this old man like me, you have really lost the majesty of the master!" the old man solemnly reprimanded Qing Xuanzi, who had just landed.

"Uncle Shi, do you think I'm willing to disturb your Qing cultivation! Isn't that kid not worrying at all? Ai Xian has come to this point, you see, just practicing Qi Quadruple and fighting with a genius disciple who has practiced Ninefold, isn't it obvious that there is something wrong with it? How could other sects let go of such a suspicious thing?" Qing Xuanzi called Qu Dao.