The dead air that had shrouded the sword ruins for thousands of years dissipated, allowing the sun to shine on the sword ruins again.

The collapsed sword peak turned into huge mounds like sand in an instant, burying the white bones under its feet.

Countless monks wandering in the ruins of the sword looked horrified.

Some of the monks had just picked up the stone tablet in the ruins that recorded the secret records of swordsmanship, and before they could come, they were so happy that their fingers weathered like grains of sand.

If the large sword ruins disappear, there will only be hundreds of large and small graves standing in a radius of thousands of miles.

At this time, Lin Fan had already returned to the Flying Immortal City, but except for the four Jindan monks who were guarding the teleportation array, there was no trace of people in the entire Flying Immortal City.

After inquiring with Brother Jindan, Lin Fan learned that everyone had been summoned back to the Flying Immortal Sword Sect.

Lin Fan chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and took out the gray linen robe from the outer door when he was practicing qi in the storage ring and covered it on his body.

Alone in the empty Flying Immortal City, he walked around from room to room.

In each room, there were Tsukiji monks' perceptions of the way of the sword, and even in the top few stone houses, he saw a few articles on the experience of impacting the Jindan realm.

This made Lin Fan very happy, the experience of his predecessors may not be suitable for him, but it can also let Kai see the direction of the way.

For three days in a row, he obliviously watched the swordsmanship and experience left in this stone house.

In the early morning of the fourth day, a stern-faced Elder Jin Dan appeared in front of Lin Fan.

He looked at Lin Fan, who was still in self-realization, and said in a deep voice: "The head of the sect asked you to go back to the mountain immediately, saying that there are many disciples who have been trained by him in the Flying Immortal Sword Sect to provoke right and wrong, let you go back to the Sword Gate to suppress it, after all, you are now the senior brother of the disciples of this generation of the Sword Gate, and it is not good for us elders to interfere too much in the battle of the juniors, otherwise it will make people laugh!"

Looking at the elder with a serious face, Lin Fan held back for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Why did he send a disciple to my Sword Sect to cause trouble, could it be that my Law Enforcement Hall let him act recklessly and turn a blind eye?"

Elder Jin Dan's face hesitated, and he hesitated for a while before saying, " There are some things you can know when you go back to the mountain, now all the sects on the Sunset Continent will open all the secret realms to the outside world, no matter what disciples can go to experience, although there are a few secret realms of my Flying Immortal Sword Gate, but it is not very good, but soon when my Sword Gate arrives in Dabi, the mountain road to the top of the Immortal Mountain will be opened, I want to come to these monks want to experience on the road to the immortals, so many sects have sent disciples to come, hey, now the Flying Immortal Sword Sect is about to become a pot of porridge, you should hurry back to the mountain gate now!".

Lin Fan reluctantly looked at the swordsmanship on the stone wall on the side, and asked unrelentingly: "Aren't they going to make a move when Feng Chuyun and Ji Wuwu don't make a move?"

Elder Jindan had a little smile on his face at this time, and he said softly: "Their accumulation is enough, they are all retreating and impacting the Jindan realm, and I am afraid that my sword gate will have a lot more Jindan monks than before."

Looking at the elder's expectant face, Lin Fan picked up the big sword and followed him towards the teleportation array.

Lin Fan, who had a teleportation experience, still felt a little dizzy when the big array was full of brilliance, but fortunately, the time was not very long, and he felt the soles of his feet after dozens of breaths, knowing that he had passed back to the Immortal Mountain.

In front of the mountains and mountains, verdant and shady, several dexterous and bright feathers of birds in the air let out a few warbler chirps, frolicking and chasing in the old mountain.

The tiredness of the past few days suddenly came to naught.

Walking forward for a hundred feet, he came to the stone steps down the mountain, and Lin Fan was just about to go down the mountain.

A terrible sound of arrows was heard, and a dark shadow of arrows appeared in the sky.

The arrow was like thunder, flashing through the air, leaving a long trail in the air.

A few kingfishers that had just flown above Lin Fan's head let out a mournful roar, and were hit by the sharp arrows that were fired, and their shiny feathers flew away in the air like debris.

"When"

A long arrow with a pitch-black body landed in front of Lin Fan's feet, and the arrow feathers that sank into the bluestone kept trembling, and the three petite kingfishers were pierced into the jet-black arrow body.

Sticky blood droplets dripped on the bluestone, and the bright red blood stains reflected Lin Fan's eyes, and a monstrous anger rose in Lin Fan's ribs.

At this time, several arrogant voices came from afar under the stone steps.

"Although this old mountain is barren, but the spirit birds in the mountain are fat and tender, Tian Gongzi has exquisite bowing skills, and can kill three birds with one stone, worthy of being the young monarch of Feihong Country, it is really the pride of my generation!"

"Where, where! It's all for a Taoist friend who loves too much, but my hand of "Feihong Arrow" is the essence of it, that is, Brother Jindan let me sneak attack and there is a danger of falling!".

In the constant sound of praise, four or five young people bypassed a mountain bay and appeared in Lin Fan's sight.

When they came to Lin Fan a hundred steps away, one of them looked up.

Seeing Lin Fan's tiger eyes wide open, the heavy sword on his shoulders and his shoulders crossed, his face changed abruptly, and he retreated three steps backwards subconsciously.

A cheek that had just been proudly returned to the spring breeze was surging with blood and red.

There was a hint of fear in his annoyed eyes.

A young man who was surrounded by several people in the center, his fair face asked with a hint of displeasure: "Brother Hailong, I just shot a few spirit birds, are you still afraid, the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect are as afraid as you?"

The monk known as the sea dragon had his cheeks distorted, and in the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, he gave a deep salute to Lin Fan, who was a hundred steps away, and said bitterly in his mouth: "Senior brother Li Hailong has seen Lin Fan, Senior Brother Lin!"

At this time, several people who were traveling with Li Hailong followed Li Hailong's gaze and looked up.

A hundred steps away, a young man in a gray linen robe was staring at several people with cold eyes.

He stepped on the ground with his toes, and the arrow feathers that had not entered the bluestone flew out upside down and fell into the palm of a hand as gentle as jade.

Gently withdrawing the three kingfishers on the arrow, he said in a cold tone: "The sword gate has rules, and you can kill the spirit birds in the mountains with twenty whips, you can go to the law enforcement hall to receive the punishment, and I will personally teach them what the rules of the sword sect are!"

Li Hailong is the son of Jindan Elder Li Wuregret, he was severely injured by Lin Fan in Lin Fan's valley that day, and now he has just recovered.

In the disdainful eyes of several people, Li Hailong was giving a salute, and said respectfully: "Senior brother, I will go to the Law Enforcement Hall to receive the punishment now!"

After speaking, he didn't even look at the few people next to him, and he didn't know how to leave.

He was really afraid, his father in the Jindan realm was still suppressed by the ancestor, and he dared to offend Lin Fan again.

Looking at Li Hailong in the distance, the young man standing in the center spat at Li Hailong's back and scolded: "The monks of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect are so wasteful, he is still a foundation building monk, I just hooked up with him, all the way, it's disgusting to think about it!"

Gently raising his two white palms, several people on the side hurriedly took out white handkerchiefs to wipe his hands for him.

After a cup of tea, he said with satisfaction: "I threw away the handkerchief, fortunately I didn't get my hands dirty, hurry up and take back the spirit bird in the young man's hand, the elites of all factions are still waiting for this thing to drink!"