The stone house is not large, only a dozen feet in size, and the four walls are depicted like graffiti with all kinds of whimsical swordsmanship.

The dusty ground shows that no one has lived in this stone house for a long time.

Open the whole door made of bluestone to dissipate the mold in the house.

Lin Fancai danced with his sleeves and swept away the dust on the ground with vitality.

Close the stone door, and several ventilation holes in the roof will bring sunlight into the stone chamber.

The stone room is not dark and the air is fresh.

Looking around with satisfaction, Lin Fan took out his only futon in the storage ring and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Playing with the jade slip in his hand, Lin Fan probed a wisp of divine sense.

After a few breaths, a solemn expression appeared on Lin Fan's beautiful cheeks.

At this time, in a stone house at the top of Feixian City, three young men in snow-white sword robes sat cross-legged on the ground, and a brocade stained dark red with blood was placed in front of them.

On the brocade, a sky-piercing sword peak is faintly visible on it.

The three of them, two men and one woman, looked solemn, as if they were attracted by the map in front of them, and their eyes flashed.

After a long time, one of them put away the picture scroll, glanced at the two people beside him and said softly: "You and I have been tempted by this picture all these years and want to enter the center of the sword ruins, to find the inheritance of the Zhutian Sword Sect, and one by one desperately suppress the delusion of cultivation as Lin Luochen back then, to get the opportunity, the Jindan realm will compete with Yuanying, but I have been a little tired these years, if I can't fight once tomorrow, I should break through the mountain gate, otherwise there is no hope for Yuanying in my life."

His words were full of silence, and his handsome cheeks were full of helplessness.

The two people next to him also had a look of emotion, and the atmosphere in the slightly dimly lit room was gloomy.

The only woman in the room took out a small mirror in her arms, looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, and whispered: "When Lin Luochen pressed a generation, many years after his death, you and I couldn't get out of his shadow, after this trip, I returned to the sect with you, and I was a genius who stood side by side with him back then."

This is, another man said with a wry smile: "Back then, there were four geniuses in the Feixian Sword Gate, Lin Luochen, flowers like smoke, wind and clouds, and I Xiao Changfeng, but unfortunately in the end, to let Lin Luochen out of the limelight, you and I and the other three were like turtles in this small Feixian City, looking at his tragic ending, I often wonder, why was it not my Xiao Changfeng who fought back then, and I carried the three-yuan baby, although I had no regrets about death."

Hua Ruyan played with the hair on her chest, and said with a resentful face: "Back then, in my sword ruins, I was hit by several swords for him, and he almost fell, but he didn't even look at me, and he came together with that fox spirit, and he deserved to have this catastrophe."

After speaking, he actually made a blood mark on his scarred arm with his sharp nails.

There was a hint of sadness in her resentful gaze.

"Why are you suffering?"

A wisp of heartache flashed in Feng Chuyun's eyes, he vigorously held the brocade in his hand to his chest, and said with determination: "If we are like a forest and get the inheritance of the Zhutian Sword Sect, I will go all over the world with you to avenge his fall!"

Feng Yunyun's words made a frenzy rise in Hua Ruyan's eyes, and she got up and said, "Even if I fall, I will step on the Zhutian Sword Peak!"

"Dangdang Dang"

There was a knock on the stone door, and a respectful voice sounded outside the stone house.

"At noon today, a large number of Sword Sect training disciples arrived, and one of them was Lin Luochen's son, Lin Fan."

"Zheng"

A sword light flashed in the stone room, and the heavy stone door was slashed into two pieces by a single sword.

Behind the slowly sloping stone door was a frightened cheek.

The wind was raging in the stone room, and a petite foot stepped on this frightened cheek, and a shadow flickered like a rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

With a wry smile at each other, Wind and Roll Cloud and Xiao Changfeng walked out of the stone chamber, ignoring the figures rolling and howling in the dust, and looking into the distance with their flickering eyes.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged in the stone house, and the jade slip in his hand turned into a handful of fine powder that slid down in his fingertips the moment his divine consciousness withdrew.

"Wind and dust", the four geniuses of the last generation.

His father is the dust in this "wind and dust".

Today's real masters of Feixian City are gathered under the hands of Wind and Clouds, Xiao Changfeng and Hua Ruyan.

At that time, these three people could be compared with Lin Luochen, but it was only later that his father got the inheritance of the Zhutian Sword Sect in the sword ruins, and he surpassed a few people.

Of course, these are just these things that can't make Lin Fan cautious, what is really terrifying is the countless remnants of the forbidden and extremely fierce mutant demon beasts in the sword ruins.

The sword ruins in the center of this continent are the places where countless sects have practiced, and the most terrifying thing in the sword ruins is not the forbidden and mutated demon beasts, but the various monks who hide in the shadows like predators.

The sword marks on Ji Wuwu's cheeks appeared in front of Lin Fan's eyes, and there was more enlightenment in his heart.

Hunting and prey.

Lin Fan chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, but he wanted to see who was the real prey.

"Boom"

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the stone house where Lin Fan was located suddenly burst.

In the countless smoke and dust, a terrible shock came into the eyes of Lin Fan, who was a little sluggish.

Someone dared to wantonly attack and kill himself in Feixian City, which made Lin Fan's face sink, and as soon as his arm was stretched, the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword flew into his hand.

The thick sword body is horizontal, like a rope across the river, protecting in front of him.

"When"

The shocking sword light collided with Lin Fan's heavy sword, and the strong impact sound spread like water ripples.

Lin Fan's body sank, half of his body sank into the hard ground, and his arms trembled.

The eyes turned upside down and flew into the air.

Lin Fan shouted, and a huge crater appeared under his feet, and his body flashed up, surging into the sky like earth fire.

The explosive body pierced a column of air dozens of feet high in the sky.

The big sword in his hand merged with his body, and a sword stabbed at a figure suspended in the air.

Lin Fan's angry eyes opened with a stunning woman who was also wearing a sword robe.

The woman floating in the air looked at Lin Fan with a murderous face, and the long sword held high in her hand actually slipped in her hand.

She looked obsessed, raised her arms and threw herself into Lin Fan's arms.

The big sword was like the wind, and Lin Fan couldn't stab it out for a while.

The fiery sword brushed against the woman's cheek, and the python-like sword wind blew several blood marks on her cheek.

The woman's eyes were like tears raining down, she didn't care about the scars on her face, and her two soft arms suddenly hugged Lin Fan.

She gently leaned her blood-dripping cheek into Lin Fan's arms, and said in a low voice: "Luochen, you finally remembered me, you have only come to see me for so many years, I have never complained about you!"

Lin Fan stiffened, looked confused, and let the woman cry in his arms.

Under the scorching sun, countless eyes converged on the two figures that swirled and fell in the air.

After a few breaths, Lin Fan landed smoothly on top of a tall stone house.

Several figures in the Flying Immortal City came at high speed and landed not far away, looking at Lin Fan with a helpless expression.

In the distance, Ji Wuwu looked at the woman in Lin Fan's arms, her eyes were full of pity, but in the blink of an eye, she became angry.

She tucked her calloused hands into her sleeves, as if she was afraid to let people see the thick calluses on her hands.

The slender feet moved slightly, and slowly leaned forward.

Lin Fan was a little at a loss at this time, so he could only straighten up and let the woman talk in his arms.

The woman was smiling, her cheeks were crimson, and she said in a low voice about her hardships over the years and her thoughts about Lin Luochen.

Time passed slowly like gentle flowing water, and after an hour, the woman stepped aside with a satisfied face.

She looked at Lin Fan, who was at a loss, and said with a smile: "But the son of Luochen, Lin Fan?"