Jiange, the mountain is as its name suggests, with a peak protruding from the Thousand Miles of Wandering Mountain, reaching straight into the sky.

At the foot of the abrupt sword pavilion, an old man and a young man had been standing here for half an hour.

The old man closed his eyes and stood quietly, standing upright at the gate of Jiange Mountain. His white hair was scattered casually, his tall figure stood upright, and his aura was solemn, as if he was incompatible with this world. He wore a black crane cloak that looked a little bit...

It's old, but the dark golden pattern on its back is shining brightly, showing its extraordinaryness.

The young man next to him was dressed in the same way, but his hair was tied neatly into a bun, with a wooden stick stuck diagonally on it. He was half sitting and half lying, leaning on the Jie Jie Monument, which was in stark contrast to the pine-like old man next to him.

comparison.

At this moment, Li Ziran was leaning against the Jiejian Monument with his back, twisting his body continuously, showing no manners at all. He was feeling the authentic style of this sect in his own unique way.

For more than half a month, he and the old man traveled across three continents. Along the way, they ate the wind and drank the dew, and came to Jiange non-stop.

After a while, even he, a "big Xuanmen monk", felt that he was covered in dust and felt very uncomfortable.

"I said, old man, we came all the way here..." He folded the branch aside and stirred it in his hair, feeling very happy in his heart. If he wanted to ask the question that he had been holding back all this time, this place was too

It's time for you, old man, to tell me now.

"I'm dying"

"puff"

Li Ziran, who was still rubbing his back to relieve the itch, heard the old man's four-word answer that was not what he asked. He sprayed the vegetable pancake he was chewing all over the floor. His eyes were straight, waiting for the old man's follow-up.

My master knows best. It has been 20 years since he was picked up. This old man is always taciturn. He never talks about his past, and he doesn’t know a word about Li Ziran’s origins.

Don't mention it.

Li Ziran knew that his soup was watery and not chewy in the past 20 years, but the origin of his master was definitely not that simple.

As his cultivation progressed, he felt more and more that the skills and moves taught by his master were not ordinary things, and that aura that accidentally leaked out, in his estimation, he was at least a great monk in the spiritual realm.

Not only in the world of cultivation, but in the ordinary world, it is also the existence of gods on land above real people.

But he couldn't figure out which of these big shots was not prestigious. Sitting in the mansion of the Immortal Family, surrounded by his disciples.

When he arrived at the sect of Brother Li, he was just a polished commander. He was even the only disciple, and he had never heard of any other disciples.

The old man also has a problem. Either he doesn't speak, or he scares people to death. This happened again today.

"boom"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and then a shocking momentum suddenly rose up. It swept everything around him wildly, and Li Ziran felt nothing but power, arrogance, and unreasonableness.

I saw this momentum going straight forward like the front of the formation, sweeping everything with overwhelming force. The towering mountain gate in the center of the mountain road, as well as the iron-painted silver hook, and the "Sword Pavilion" plaque containing the supreme sword power, were actually transformed by this one

The terrifying energy that turned out to be real broke instantly from the middle, and then soared toward the top of the Jiange Peak unabated.

"Li Ziran" the old man stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"Disciple is here," Li Ziran hurriedly bowed behind the old man and said respectfully. At this moment, he knew that he was not joking, and an awe-inspiring sword intent erupted around him. In terms of momentum, it was not as good as the old man, but it was also more powerful.

It has a bit of the coldness and sharpness of the sword that has just come out of its scabbard.

"Climb the sword pavilion!"

These three words were spoken one by one, and with each word, the old man's aura became more powerful. When the last word was spoken, the black light of the black crane cloak prevailed, and the dark golden pattern burst out with a dazzling brilliance.

.Yin Yin, who was still quite docile, was suddenly blown up by this force, and his hair and beard were all bulging!

"yes!"

Li Ziran responded. He stroked the hem of the crane's cloak with his hands from top to bottom. The sword pills that had been stored in the Dantian for a long time rushed out of the body and floated between his eyebrows. His whole body was in preparation.

He didn't ask the master why he had to climb the mountain gate of the leader of the gate in this way. This was not polite, was it equivalent to asking for a sword? This was all the old man's business. If the old man said it was okay, it was okay.

Master will tell himself in his own way, sooner or later.

At this moment, the clouds lingering on the mountainside seemed to be pushed away by a big hand. The peak that had been hidden gradually appeared. Along with it, there was a loud and explosive sound.

The sound exploded overhead:

"Come!!"

Then, an unparalleled momentum flowed from top to bottom like the Yellow River pouring down, and it rushed towards the old man. That overwhelming and heart-stopping feeling was exactly the unkind response to the old man's intrusion.

Li Ziran was still shocked by the majestic momentum of a fight between gods, when he suddenly felt a lightness on his feet. The old man grabbed his shoulders at some point, stepped forward in the air, and rushed into the monstrous sky with the young man in his arms.

In the sword's momentum.

Ignoring the murderous aura around him, the old man took one step and was already over a hundred meters away. Li Ziran felt that the scenery on both sides was retreating so fast that it was blurry. Only the mountain peaks in front of him were getting closer and closer.

In a moment, the chaotic clouds and mist were already in front of my eyes.

Li Ziran could clearly feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the clouds. These were not naturally generated clouds, but formations created to conceal people's eyes and ears and protect the mountain gate. For top sects like Jiange, ordinary monks came

, even if they are allowed to do anything, they may not even be able to do anything with the mountain-protecting formation for a while.

His master was obviously not among them.

The old man's momentum did not diminish at all, but the energy that was escaping unscrupulously to the surroundings shrank and solidified in an instant, piercing into the clouds and mist like a needle.

"Bo"

The wildly rolling clouds and mist in the sky and the peaks touching the sky rippled like a mirror, and the two of them rushed out like dragons emerging from the water. Then they landed on an extremely wide circular flat top, not far in front of Li Ziran

There were three big characters written on the ground, and the sword intent in those characters seemed to come out of the body.

Sword testing platform!

Li Ziran has read many spiritual books since he was a child, including many descriptions of the Immortal Family and sects. Li Ziran has also sketched in his mind those incomparably majestic and awe-inspiring cave heavens more than once.

This time, he finally saw the real Xianjia sect. After reading thousands of books, this real view left him deeply shocked by the leader of the sect.

This sect is very different from the scene I just saw from the outside. From the bottom of the mountain, you can see a mountain peak that goes straight into the sky, but when you actually enter the gate, it is a completely different world.

What comes into view are towering mountain peaks, looming in the misty clouds and mist, making it difficult to see the whole picture. They are different in distance and height, like fairy islands dotted on the sea, and they are interdependent and form mysterious trajectories.

Each climate forms its own circle.

These fairy mountains form a defensive force, surrounding each other layer by layer. The spiritual energy all over the sky is constantly gathering inward. In the center of these stars holding the moon, there is not a mountain peak.

I saw a huge sword reaching the sky emerging from the mist, as if it came from the heaven and thrust into this mortal world with a huge force. But the hilt of the sword disappeared in the sky, carrying the cauldron and the sky, as if it could hold the sky back.

Through this giant sword, Li Ziran saw some clues about this fairy mountain. The sword of the sky-turning giant sword was wrapped with thick and huge chains. They connected the mountain peaks together and imprisoned them in the void with shocking power.

Opposite the sword-testing platform stood dozens of elderly monks dressed in white robes with hidden gold threads on their skirts. They each held sword secrets in their hands and looked at the old man as if facing a formidable enemy. The unsheathed Qingfeng in their hands also

It's a groaning sound.

There were countless onlookers around, wearing all kinds of robes. They should be used to distinguish different mountains and different levels.

At this time, Li Ziran was naturally ignored by everyone.

A monk with half-white beard and hair and a thin face walked out from the crowd. Five clouds and a sharp sword were embroidered with gold thread on the chest of his robe, which was somewhat similar to the giant sword in the distance.

Similar. He slowly came to a few feet away from the old man. He just looked at each other and didn't speak for a long time. His aura and the long sword in his hand were fighting with each other. He was about to call out, and the spearhead was pointed at the old man who was a few feet away.

"Qingqu, it's not unexpected that you will be the head teacher. It's just that your cultivation seems to have been dragged down by the chores in the sect, and you seem to be a little out of place."

Li Ziran's eyelids and corners of his mouth twitched for a while. Old man, that's the realm of supernatural powers, the realm of supernatural powers! The existence of land gods! And he's also a master of swordsmanship. If you put it in your mouth, you won't be able to stand on the stage. Also, you are like this

Why are you still trying to be yin and yang with others? I haven’t seen you have such skill with your mouth in the past twenty years?

Li Ziran complained crazily in his heart, this old guy has always been able to do things but never talk. Unlike him, half of the time is spent on talking, and the other half is the copper skin and iron bones that were trained by the old man. Of course, these are not for nothing.

on a voluntary basis.

The onlookers who didn't know what was going on clearly had the same idea as Li Ziran, but the old man was more imposing and obviously not someone to be trifled with, so they all kept silent.

Well, I really have that qualification.

The face of the headmaster named Qingqu did not change at all, and he even bowed slightly and gave a junior salute to the old man. The whole audience was stunned, but the aura around him became more and more fierce:

"Senior, this uninvited guest is an evil guest. If he breaks my mountain-protecting formation, he can't even be called a guest."

Qing Qu bowed and saluted, straightened his body, and spoke without any emotion in his tone:

"If you worship the mountain, you will free yourself from the sword. We will not embarrass you, senior! How to say it is up to the sword master to decide."

After saying this, a strong murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes: "If you are asking for swordsmanship! There is no need to explain these rules!"

At this time, the old man looked in the direction of the giant sword and slowly raised his right hand:

"Worship the mountain"

"Huh!" Everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!