The breeze was blowing, and the satin-like meadow of the green bamboo forest was fragrant with flowers, and there was no sign of winter at all. This is all because the aura on Gujian Mountain is strong, and the cold winter does not come, and it is because of the fragrance of flowers and plants all year round. From this point of view, Gujian Mountain is indeed a blessed land. Not only is the aura abundant, but the climate is pleasant. It is no wonder that the ancestor of the Ancient Sword Sect, the Nine Fingers Daoist, chose to start a sect here, and after thousands of years, it has not fallen.

Ling Huheng was in a very good mood at the moment, walking as if he was falling into the clouds, fluttering, as if he was immersed in his own world and didn't want to wake up. From time to time, he smirked twice, if someone he didn't know saw it, he thought he was a fool!

The ancient sword school's unique step cloud footsteps on the brocade-like grass, letting the crystal dew wet the upper of the shoe. Ling Huheng originally didn't like this kind of thing, after all, Buyun's shoes were cloth shoes, and the dew seeped through as soon as it seeped, which was very annoying. It's just that he's in a very good mood at the moment, and he doesn't care about this anymore.

The green bamboo forest is not big, Ling Hu Heng walked in from the outside, and came to the small waterhole in less than a quarter of an hour, those cranes were still playing, and when they saw that it was him, they all made a crisp chirping, as if welcoming him back. Ling Hu Heng suddenly felt that they were like family, although they couldn't understand the language, it didn't prevent the bond between them.

Ling Huheng felt the atmosphere of going home, and his mood was even better: "Brother He, are you okay?"

I saw a huge crane flying over and rubbing Ling Huheng with his head affectionately. The crane that is close to the height of the person is as naughty as a child at the moment, which tickles Ling Huheng. smiled: "Okay, okay, Brother Crane." It's time for me to go find the big guy and the old Taoist. ”

The crane seemed to be able to understand human speech, and showed a reluctant gaze in a humane manner, but Ling Hu Heng didn't care much, and after saying goodbye to the crane, he went straight to the depths of the green bamboo forest.

Along the trail, the grass is slightly slippery, but for immortal cultivators. This little road is nothing, and you can't fall even with your eyes closed. After all, the reaction of an immortal cultivator is far beyond the reach of people, once they lose their balance. Instinctively, they will perform "levitation" to maintain their balance and not fall down.

After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, the bamboo house made of green bamboo appeared in view. Linghu Heng's eyesight is excellent. But there is never a trace of people in sight.

Ling Hu Heng couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart: "Aren't the big man and the old Taoist priest there?"

I was in a hurry. His feet immediately sped up, and he shouted as he ran, "Big man, I'm back!"

"Old Taoist, where are you?"

"Big man! Old Taoist!"

I searched for several bamboo houses, but there was no one to be found. Ling Huheng suddenly remembered what he heard at the mountain gate about the other five holy places coming to worship the mountain, and he couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart: "Could it be that the old Taoist priest and the big man went there? How's that to be?"

After thinking about it: "Those so-called famous and decent families are not good things. I have killed a lot of their people, how can they let me go? If I don't show up, then won't the old Taoist priest and the big man be punished? No, if the big husband dares to act, how can he implicate the old Taoist priest and the big man!"

After making up his mind, Ling Huheng had already made up his mind, if those holy places wanted to use the old Taoist priest and the big man to force him to appear, then he would come out and take all the guilt away, how could he not let the old Taoist priest and the big man suffer! After all, there is no way to hide, is it difficult to hide for a lifetime?

Ling Hu Heng walked towards the core area of the Ancient Sword Sect, the main hall, without hesitation. He was originally a very low-key person, but he made a big splash in the Ten Thousand Swords Tower, and even made a name for himself in the Six Holy Lands Competition, and there were not a few people who knew him. Therefore, Ling Hu Heng did not dare to appear in the Ancient Sword Sect openly, but used his unique different pupils to discover the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect in advance, so as to hide his figure. I don't know how many groups of disciples who have escaped patrols before they can come to the back of the main hall. Maybe it's because today is the factor that the other five holy places came together, and there are many more patrolling disciples than usual. Fortunately, Ling Hu Heng was familiar with the patrol methods of the Ancient Sword Sect and had a natural different pupil, so that he would not be discovered.

Ling Hu Heng was thinking about how to sneak into the heavily guarded hall, but unexpectedly, a voice he hated the most came from his ears: "...... What does Elder Su mean?" "It was none other than the Law Enforcement Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, Fan Ziqian.

I only heard a loud voice say: "What do you mean? We are not here to ask for a cup of fragrant tea, but to ask for guilt!"

Ling Hu Heng was curious, just wanted to see what happened before the main hall, but there was no way to get close, if he came out from behind, he would definitely be discovered by the guards. "How is it good?" Ling Hu Heng pondered and meditated, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the hall rising from the ground, and he patted his head: "Yes, why am I so stupid!"

It turned out that it was impossible to arrange guards at the top of the main hall, after all, the main hall was a holy place dedicated to Sanqing and the patriarch, and on weekdays, the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were not even allowed to make loud noises inside, and they had to raise their heels when they walked, as if they were afraid of frightening the Dao Ancestor and the ancestral master. In this way, where would anyone think that the roof of the main hall would actually have a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect who braved the condemnation of the world and stepped on the roof with his feet?

Maybe only a strange person like Ling Huheng can do such a "heartbreaking" thing. This can't be blamed on Ling Huheng, although he knows that this is disrespectful to Sanqing and the ancestor, but Sanqing he has never seen it, and he has seen the Nine-Fingered Daoist once, and he almost died. How can he have respect for such an ancestor? Naturally, he ignores this so-called rule.

Ling Huheng cautiously climbed to the top of the main hall, quietly poked out half of his head, and observed the situation in the square in front of the main hall. I saw that nearly five hundred disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were behind Yang Xianyang, the head of the Ancient Sword Sect, and they could be regarded as giving the highest etiquette to the other five holy lands, but they were also afraid that the two sides would fight if they disagreed, and the Ancient Sword Sect could also have an advantage in numbers.

But the number of people from the other five holy places who came this time was not less than three hundred, and Yang Xianyang, who had misestimated for a while, frowned slightly, but in the blink of an eye, his expression was restored, and he did not reveal it.

The square in front of the huge hall was also crowded under the battle of nearly a thousand people, leaving only a field five zhang wide and six zhang long in front of Yang Xianyang and Su Wujian, which was naturally set up for fighting. In fact, both sides know that it is impossible to be good this time, and there will definitely be several vicious fights. It's just a matter of who picks up the bubble first.

Ling Hu Heng saw it clearly above the main hall, that Su Wujian was not tall, but a pair of eagle eyes were very vicious, looking at Yang Xianyang directly, with the half-white hair, he actually had a might.

In contrast, Yang Xianyang's appearance is half a point weaker, after all, Yang Xianyang has always shown himself as a fairy wind bone, but as the head of one of the six holy lands, where is the simple role? If Su Wujian is like a leopard that is preparing to attack, and Yang Xianyang is a tiger hidden in the grass, which is higher and which is lower, how can ordinary people see it?

Ling Hu Heng said in his heart: "It turns out that the old man is what Su Wujian is, it doesn't seem to be very powerful, but his cultivation is profound, I'm afraid he has reached the late stage of transforming into a god, right?"

"This old man is aggressive, and he doesn't seem to be a good bird, no wonder the apprentice he taught is also a straw bag!" Ling Hu Heng thought evilly, "Beat the small one, come out of the old one, and the old one is also so incompetent!"

Ling Hu Heng naturally knew Yang Xianyang's cultivation, in his opinion, Su Wujian's demonstration to Yang Xianyang was just relying on those people behind him, and Yang Xianyang still had to give a certain amount of respect for the sake of face. Fortunately, Yang Xianyang was very well cultivated, and he didn't get angry, but just smiled slightly: "I don't know that Elder Su came to ask for the guilt this time, but the Ancient Sword Sect has been sorry for the various factions?

Yang Xianyang's words were extremely level, not only did not admit that he had made any mistakes, but also kicked the ball back to Su Wujian, let him tell the facts himself, and raised the ancient sword sect to a moral level, all he did was "unite the five holy lands and eliminate the demon and defend the Dao".

Yang Xianyang pretended to be crazy and stupid when he heard this, and Su Wujian jumped like thunder when he heard this, and his face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water: "Master Yang is a good eloquent! I can say that the dead are alive, I Su has lived for most of my life, and it is the first time I have seen such 'wonderful' words, I admire and admire!"

Yang Xianyang smiled slightly: "Elder Su is serious!"

Su Wujian snorted coldly and said, "However, if you erase your sins here, then what face will Su have to face the more than sixty heroic souls that have passed away?"

Yang Xianyang smiled and said in surprise, "Why did Elder Su say this?"

Su Wujian suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, but the laughter was extremely sad, and the people who heard it wept, and after a long time, Su Wujian stopped laughing, gritted his teeth and said: "Master Yang, do you know that a month ago, someone killed more than 60 people in the righteous path one by one?"

Yang Xianyang was stunned for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I have heard a little, but I don't know the details, Elder Wangsu will make it clear?"

Su Wujian's face was extremely ugly, and he was slandered in his heart: "You bull nose, you play so well, it's a waste not to go to the stage to perform!"

He said coldly: "And the one who is the one who is angry with this person and the gods and the evil deeds that are difficult to write is none other than your disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect!"

Yang Xianyang said in astonishment: "There is such a thing?"

At this time, the more than 40 people who survived that day shouted: "Hand over the murderer!" During this period, there were relatives and friends of the people killed by Ling Huheng, and there were many who took the opportunity to mess up. And Ling Tiangong's protector Qi Taiyi looked at this qiqi coldly, as if it was none of his business. In fact, this situation is happening just as he hoped! (To be continued......

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