Standing in the void, Li Peicheng judged the direction and thought of going to the Qinglian Mountain Range to have a look first. Anyway, it was the location of Li Xuanting's sect, and he didn't want to be made miserable by a group of gangsters. In the past, he didn't have the strength, but now that he has, it's time to sweep and pay homage to Li Xuanting's fellow disciples by the way.

Li Peicheng was about to fly towards the Qinglian Mountain Range of the Tianhong Continent in the auspicious clouds, but he noticed a wave of mana fluctuations in the heavenly space, and someone actually flew through outer space to the moon and the stars.

There are also three people who came, all of them were monks in the Tribulation Period, and the leader was wearing a dazzling golden robe, with a vermilion crane embroidered on the back of the robe, with a horse face and eagle eyes, and a middle-aged appearance, which was somewhat similar to Ye Tiannan of the Ye family.

This person's realm is surprisingly high, and it is on par with the old man sent by the Dragon Sect.

Li Peicheng frowned slightly, he had traveled to the Shiji Galaxy for a hundred years in search of dreams, and his footprints had almost traveled to most of the Shiji Galaxy, and his knowledge was many times higher than before. As soon as he saw that the three of them had a vermilion immortal crane embroidered on the back of their robes, he immediately realized that these three people should also be from the Taiyi Sect of Fulongxing.

It's strange why the people of the Taiyi Sect also come to the Moon Traveling Star? This Moon Wandering Star is just a mid-stream level planet in terms of cultivation resources and strength, although it is relatively close to the Fulong Star, even if this sect wants to get involved in this planet, it seems that there is no need to send elder-level figures.

Li Peicheng was puzzled, and the three Taiyi Sect people had already flown over not far in front of him arrogantly, without even looking at Li Peicheng.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Li Peicheng's eyes, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face, but then he shook his head and flew in the direction of Qinglian Peak in the Tianhong Continent.

The masters of the two major sects of the Taiyi Sect and the Longmen Sect gathered, and the water was too deep this time, Li Peicheng didn't want to get involved in it in order to satisfy his momentary curiosity, and besides, he had some festivals with the Fu Zixi couple, so it was better not to meet or to meet less.

Flying slowly all the way in the direction of Qinglian Peak, he also carefully released his divine thoughts all the way, scanning the radius of thousands of miles, and occasionally sprinkling some flower seeds of dream flowers. After a few days, he returned to the place where the dream flower seeds had been sprinkled, and if he saw it in a dream, he would surely wander around, and then with his powerful divine thoughts, he would be able to find her.

Flying all the way, I saw many cultivators flying in the direction of the Yuanbi Mountain Range along the way, and their cultivation was high and low, some in groups and some alone. They were in a hurry, and said little.

Since Li Peicheng had already made up his mind not to make any extraneous branches, he did not look at it with his eyes or ears, and only concentrated on exploring the traces of the dream.

As he was flying, he saw hundreds of thousands of troops fighting on the ground in front of him, rivers of blood flowed on the ground, heads piled up like mountains, and a thick smell of blood wafted between heaven and earth. Those people fought selflessly, and there were still a few people in the armies on both sides who were cultivators, fighting in the air, and the danger was no less than that of those generals.

Li Peicheng has not known how many such secular wars he has seen in the past hundred years, although he always laments that human life is like grass in war, he will not interfere, and this is true today. It was just that all of a sudden, his eyes lit up slightly, and he saw that one of the cultivators who were fighting was a sword maker with a broken arm. Although that person's cultivation is only in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, he does not fall behind in the slightest when he fights two monks of the same level alone, the knife rises and falls, opens and closes, and there is a momentum of moving forward bravely and swallowing mountains and rivers.

Li Peicheng did not expect that more than 200 years later, he would meet this one-armed general Tengwu, whose surname was resolute and extremely brave.

Li Peicheng couldn't help but be slightly surprised in his heart, although he gave him a lot of guidance back then and guided him to enter the path of cultivation, but he was able to cultivate to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant in the world in more than two hundred years, this speed and this talent are absolutely amazing.

Teng Wu became more and more courageous the more he fought, and the sword slashing was secretly combined with the subtlety of martial arts, and he actually forced the two monks who were both in the middle of the Yuan Infant to mess up, and the flying sword danced in the air for a while, and he was about to be defeated. At this moment, a black-clothed man in the opponent's military camp with a grim face, a skull wooden staff hanging above his head, and a spell to absorb the murderous fighting spirit of the dead soldiers on the battlefield finally flashed a fierce light. There were words in his mouth, and then he saw the skeleton wooden staff flying towards Tengwu, and the bubbling black qi poured out of the skull, enveloping Tengwu in a blink of an eye.

Teng Wu was affected by the dark qi turned by that unjust soul, and the situation immediately deteriorated, and he no longer had the ferocity just now. At this moment, a man in a dragon robe rose into the sky, holding a three-foot sword in his hand, the sword was dazzling, and turned into a cold light and went straight to the man in black.

Seeing this, the man in black smiled, and the dark aura immediately condensed into a powerful ghost, and the powerful ghost faced the flying sword, no matter how hard the man in the dragon robe tried, the flying sword could not repel the ghost.

Li Peicheng took a closer look, it was not who the young Zhao Zhuo was more than two hundred years ago, but now he has lost the childishness of the past, and there are more vicissitudes of life and emperor-like majesty. Cultivation is only one level worse than Teng Wulai, and in the early stage of Yuan Ying, this speed is also very powerful.

On the ground, the army on Tengwu's side saw that Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo were not in a good situation, and it seemed that some of the army was discouraged, and they began to retreat one after another, so anxious that Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo roared again and again, but they could not recover the defeat at all.

Since he is an old man, Li Peicheng naturally will not ignore it, and besides, the other party will make it a vicious demon.

From afar, Li Peicheng silently cast a few low-level body-binding spells on those people, and immediately those people felt like a boulder pressing down, the true yuan was stagnant, and the movements were slow.

Although Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo didn't know why the enemy suddenly became weak and slow, they didn't think much about it at this time, one swung a sword and the other made a sword, and they actually killed the enemy's cultivators one by one.

Seeing this, the army on the ground immediately reversed the situation and defeated the enemy.

Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo glanced around suspiciously, and finally saw a man in Tsing Yi who looked young not far away, but could feel the vicissitudes of time from him, standing in the air with a smile on his face. The strangest thing is that the person in front of him, whether it is his body shape or appearance, Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo don't know each other, but they have a sense of déjà vu.

No matter what they felt, with the intelligence of the two of them, it was not difficult to guess that it must have been Li Peicheng who helped just now, and the two hurriedly flew forward.

"Thank you seniors for your help!" the two thanked respectfully.

There are also several cultivators who fought with Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo, and their cultivation was high and low, but they were not as good as Teng Wu. These people were also puzzled, but when they saw Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo greeting Li Peicheng, they immediately came back to their senses and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Li Peicheng didn't deny it, just waved his hand, and then smiled at Tengwu and Zhao Zhuo, and said: "In the past, I said goodbye to you outside Boming City, but I didn't expect that more than two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. ”

When Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo heard this, they immediately felt like they had been struck by lightning, and they immediately understood why this young man had a familiar aura on his body.

"Sir!" the two of them said excitedly, but their knees had already bent, and they knelt down respectfully towards Li Peicheng, and when they raised their heads, the corners of the eyes of the two iron-blooded men were also a little moist.

Those cultivators showed surprise when they saw this, you must know that Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo have always been unruly in their eyes, even if they see the hall master of the worship hall, they will not kneel. Because one of these two people is very powerful, and the other is also the prince of Song, worshipping the hall master is to turn a blind eye and let them be so unruly. Unexpectedly, as soon as he saw this person, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed respectfully. I really don't know where this man is sacred.

They didn't know that the man in front of them was Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo's benefactor, but they didn't accept them as apprentices.

However, they were only shocked and suspicious in their hearts, but they did not kneel. They are the sons of the powerful Qingwei faction of Yueyouxing, unlike Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo, who are scattered cultivators and have no sect. Even if Li Peicheng's ability to secretly help each other just now was very amazing, they thought that Li Peicheng was just a senior in the cultivation realm who had attained a high level of cultivation, but he was not worthy of such a great gift.

The hundreds of thousands of iron-blooded heroes below saw that Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo, who were as majestic as heavenly generals, knelt down, and immediately knelt down on one knee towards Li Peicheng, and the black pressure was very spectacular.

Li Peicheng saw that the corners of the eyes of the iron-clad man who was bleeding without tears were moist, and he was inevitably a little moved in his heart, sighed softly, and said, "Get up, lead me to the place where you are staying and sit down." ”

When the two of them heard this, they got up, and there was a look of ecstasy on their faces. The two of them hurriedly and respectfully led the way towards a majestic city as far as the eye could see, and as for the army, they did not bother with it, having won a great victory.

The two led Li Peicheng into a majestic and solemn mansion, and all the way through the corridor, many servants and maids knelt down to greet them. After the three of them walked away, they stood up in a cold sweat, their eyes were shocked, and they didn't know where the sacredness had made the one-armed Immortal Tengwu and the prince so respectful.

Entering a solemn and luxuriously decorated hall, Teng Wu and Zhao Zhuo respectfully greeted Li Peicheng to his seat. Although these two people did not enter the Yanhuang Sect, they were actually taught by Li Peicheng himself, but there were some masters and apprentices, so Li Peicheng was not humble and sat on the top leisurely.

After the two waited for Li Peicheng to sit down, they respectfully kowtowed to Li Peicheng three times, and then got up and waited aside.

Seeing this, Li Peicheng smiled faintly and said, "Sit down and talk about your affairs over the years." ”

Hearing this, the two sat down cautiously, glanced at each other, and Teng Wu spoke: "In the past, when I said goodbye to Mr. in Birming City, the younger one and Zhao Zhuo looked around for a suitable place to cultivate. However, the spiritual veins of Lingshan have long been occupied by the Xiuzhen sect or family, and it is not easy to find a suitable place. Zhao Zhuonai was the third prince of the Song Kingdom, and he escaped from the palace because he was unable to be squeezed out by his brothers. Seeing this, he proposed to return to the capital of the Song Kingdom, because there was a spiritual mountain there, which was specially used for the worship and retreat of the Song Kingdom......"

(To be continued)