The world knows the Lingtai Sect, which exists in the waist of Fangcun Mountain, there are not many disciples of this sect, but each of them is a talented person, the sword flies, omnipotent, the world does not know the number, and wants to worship the Lingtai Sect and achieve the Lingtaizi.

Cheng Sendai.

It has been troubled in the hearts of the world, they don't know whether it really exists, the legend of Chengsendai, almost the area under Fangcun Mountain, everyone knows about it, many outsiders, locals, all go to practice, just to climb into Sendai.

Because, the legend of Cheng Xiantai, the desire to become an immortal, becoming an immortal, representing the ability to live forever, have endless years, the world has birth, old age, sickness and death, but the same is true for all monks, who is in a hurry for decades in their lives, who does not want to become an immortal.

There is only one way, only one place, and only one person.

Become Sendai, the talented one wins, can climb the 10,000 steps of the ladder, achieve the momentum of mountaineering, obtain the legendary inheritance, become an immortal in the eyes of the world, and have endless years to accompany the whole world.

Flying to the sky, fighting and moving the stars, these are the great magical powers of the immortals, how many monks have understood, their hearts are envious, and they are working hard, but how difficult is the word immortal, you are stronger than him, but you can be stronger than everything in the world?

Fang Cun Mountain.

"Xin Lan, your strength..."

Fang Yun changed slightly, waved his hand to take the self-descending sword, and stared at Xin Lan.

He could feel that Xin Lan had an extremely huge force in his body, he had been growing in Fangcun Mountain, and naturally knew that Xin Lan had never killed anyone at all, but he had been trained outside, and he was stronger than Xin Lan in terms of experience and battle.

However, from Xin Lan's bland shot just now, he could see that there was a different power inside, an easy power, a temptation hidden in the depths.

All this made him suspicious in his heart.

"Our family's swordsmanship, under the mountain, is unparalleled in the world, you... are not my opponents!"

Fang Yun touched the carved sword, the corners of his mouth muttered, but the sound came out clearly.

In this regard, Xin Lan smiled slightly, what he was best at was swordsmanship, but because of the master's instructions, he had no choice but to learn boxing first, use his own strength, and continue to compare.

As for swordsmanship, even if he has not practiced it, in some aspects, he still has a strong talent.

"Oh, really?"

Xin Lan was calm, her face was as usual, and it was not affected by Fang Yun's words.

At this moment, most of the monks near Fangcun Mountain were standing on the periphery of the Xin Mansion, their eyes looked at Fang Yun, their expressions were full of envy, especially those who had passed the spirit stone under Fang Yun, and their hearts were full of confidence.

Thinking that it would be easy to earn a large number of spirit stones, and it was free, some of them voted for Xin Lan, and when they saw Xin Lan's plain appearance, their hearts were also a little shocked.

In the Xin Mansion, Xuan Qing raised his head and looked ahead, his eyes saw Xin Lan's body, and slowly, he showed a smile.

The middle-aged man who left earlier, that is, the patriarch of Xin Mansion, as the head of a family and Xin Lan's biological father, looked at the outside world, did not practice, but watched so quietly.

There is warmth in his heart, his son is far more talented than him, with the existence of Xin Lan, the Xin Mansion will become stronger and stronger, and the Xin family will also prosper, all because of the genius of Xin Lan, this Tianjiao.

"Lan'er, I'm proud of my father for you"

There are a lot of people, and the attention is on Xin Lan and Fang Yun, the two of them are the protagonists, and it is strange that the two of them have only fought twice, although they are very powerful, but more importantly, they are observing each other.

"Falling Ming Swordsmanship, Autumn Falling Leaves"

Fang Yun looked at Xin Lan, and the whole person changed.

He took a step forward, wielding the Luoming Sword, and when the sword was cast, it would set off a gust of wind, and countless winds formed a storm and turned into an unparalleled momentum.

What exists in it is not danger, but a sad emotion, if the monk falls into it, it will be affected, and the whole person is in the sad autumn of falling leaves, as if it is lonely, or something else.

The storm was like a tornado, forming a powerful momentum, coming from Ben Xinlan.

At the same time, Fang Yun's body disappeared.

He completely fused with the storm and appeared in the storm, and he performed swordsmanship in the storm, forming countless sword lights, like the dazzling of the day, constantly changing, bursting out with endless power.

Bang!

Xin Lan stared vigilantly at the storm in front of him, he could see that Fang Yun was inside, Fang Yun's position was constantly changing, but when it changed, the position would change with it, which also made Xin Lan unable to determine his location.

As the storm approached, Xin Lan stood still.

When Xin Lan felt a coldness appear nearby, his whole body shook and disappeared into the sky, only to see Fang Yunxun leap quickly, wielding the Luo Ming Sword, and slashing it with a sword.

Boom!

The sword wave formed a powerful force, so that the nearby houses were shattered, and this scene made the common people see it, and they didn't care about the excitement anymore, but hurriedly walked home.

Both of them are monks, how powerful the outbreak of cultivation is, if they are here again, I am afraid that they will encounter an accident at that time, this has to be guarded against.

"Fall"

As soon as Xin Lan appeared, he heard Fang Yun's falling sound, and when he wanted to turn around, he saw that there was an extra leaf in front of him.

It was an autumn leaf, with a strange smell on it, constantly emitting it, and some water droplets, falling along with the autumn leaves.

This is the seasonal change of autumn, and the sadness of falling leaves suddenly appears, which makes Xin Lan think of the decades she spent in Tianchen Sect, and also think of Ouyang Xue'er, and think of the person in the depths of her memory.

Those people are different from them in front of him, and these people in Xinfu, he has a strangeness in his heart, even his master Xuanqing, too.

He misses his old life very much, but he can't go back, and he lacks that feeling all the time.

"Falling leaves return to the roots, thinking about the past, but now facing the present, there are too many changes, so many that I don't understand it now. ”

Xin Lan muttered.

The breath on his body slowly weakened, and a drop of water flowed from his eyes, he didn't know if it was water, or ordinary tears, what it tasted like, he knew in his heart that it was the thoughts in his memory, not everything now.

He wanted to go back, go back to Zengli, even if the master had been feathered, but he could also imagine the bits and pieces with the master, and also thought of the eccentric and exquisite...

"Maybe the change of autumn is not sadness, but a touch of autumn longing in the depths, it is hidden very deeply, very deeply..."