The news of Emperor Yuanxie's actions and the appearance of Dugu Tianyi outside Tianyi Mountain reached Qin Yang's ears two days later.

"I can't understand it. After all, it's not at a high level."

Qin Yang could not understand the deep meaning of Emperor Yuanxie's behavior, nor could he interpret Dugu Tianyi's wishes. He just sighed softly and followed the disciples of Feixian Palace in front of him up a pure white snow mountain.

Thousands of miles of clouds, dusk snow on thousands of mountains, and snow-capped peaks.

The Feixian Palace is located near the Northwest Road and belongs to the north. At this time of year, snowflakes as big as mats are everywhere in the north, and the Feixian Palace is no exception.

Qin Yang and Xian Zhu went up to the snow peak and saw a woman in green standing alone in front of the well-proportioned palaces.

The woman's appearance can only be described as delicate, far inferior to that of Ao Xian who brought Qin Yang and the two here, but in terms of style and temperament, Ao Xian, who is like an immortal transformed into a human being, is also difficult to compare with this woman.

When she saw this person, Master Xian subconsciously showed her courage as the leader of the Mohist family and did not want to be any weaker than this woman.

"Palace Master of Feixian Palace, Qingyue." Qin Yang also said the woman's name with clear eyes.

There was once a good person in the world who made a beauty list, listing the thirty-six most famous women in the world. Qingyue, a woman with only the word "comely" in terms of appearance, was impressively listed on the list, and was ranked fifteenth.

Although the busybodies on this beauty list were retaliated by some beauties and disappeared from the world, the beauties on the list have still spread to the ears of the world.

By the way, some of the people who took revenge at the beginning also included Senior Sister Mo who is now beside Qin Yang, and the string master was also the one who finished the job.

Since the whereabouts of the Mohist Xian Master were mysterious and she never showed up, the person who made the list ranked her at the bottom of the thirty-six beauties.

According to what he said, being ranked at the bottom depends on the status and martial arts of the Mohist string master, otherwise he would not even be ranked at the bottom.

In response to the comment on the troublemaker, the string master silently sent Xuan Jian to sink him into the Han River.

Ahem, let’s get down to business.

Although Qingyue's reputation is worthy of praise, what really makes her remembered by the world is her superb swordsmanship.

When Qin Yang looked at Qingyue, the master of the Feixian Palace also looked at Qin Yang. When their eyes met, it was like a ray of light from the sky shining into his heart.

The Heavenly Book of Forgetting Love·God’s Will.

Compared with Ao Xian's "Heavenly Will", Qingyue's attainment in this move is more profound. The sky light turned into a heavenly sword, held by an illusory jade hand, and pierced Qin Yang's mind.

This is a temptation and a spiritual confrontation.

Qingyue's divine will was like holding a sword on behalf of the sky, cutting into Qin Yang's heart with a sword. It was like the sword's will of heaven's punishment, making it difficult for Qin Yang to pretend. In his mind, the huge wheel of life and death twisted, facing this

A sword.

The heavenly sword stabbed the wheel of life and death, and the divine wills clashed thousands of times in an instant. The intensity was even greater than the confrontation in reality.

"Well——"

In reality, the two people's eyes were locked in each other's eyes. Thousands of encounters between gods and minds only lasted a moment for them.

Qingyue was still standing on the snow with an indistinct figure, nothing unusual could be seen, but her little feet left shallow footprints on the snow.

Before the confrontation, Qingyue seemed to be standing on the snow, but in fact there was an extremely small distance between them. Now, this distance has disappeared.

As for Qin Yang, the string master who was walking beside him and supporting him could feel his body tightening slightly. Now in the confrontation between gods and spirits just now, Qin Yang didn't have much advantage.

"Mr. Qin, Feixiangong Qingyue, you are polite." Qingyue bowed slightly and bowed.

Qin Yang was silent for a moment, "Qin Yu is polite."

He did not introduce the Beggar Gang in front of his name like Qingyue, and Qingyue did not call him "Elder Qin". Just because in the moment of confrontation between gods and spirits, Qingyue already understood the person in front of him.

It's not the rumored Qin Yu from the beggar gang who is only in the middle stage of god refining.

Of course, Qingyue herself does not really think that Qin Yu is really a rising star of the Beggar Clan. Everyone in Feixian Palace suspects that Qin Yu is the fake identity of Wangqing Daojun after his rebirth, and Qingyue is no exception.

It was precisely because of this suspicion that Qingyue made the test when they first met.

But at present, it seems that her suspicion is not accurate.

"This is Qin's concubine, don't worry." Qin Yang casually pulled out a pseudonym and placed it on the head of the string master.

The price paid for this was that the injury to the arm was aggravated. The delicate hand holding the arm, when Qin Yang said the word "concubine", suddenly felt like an iron hoop, tightly clenching Qin Yang's arm.

Qingyue's eyes flashed with a strange color, and she said to the two of them: "You two, please come into the palace and have a talk."

Everyone entered the palace complex in the snowy scene, and under the leadership of Qingyue, entered a white jade palace in the center.

After entering the palace, Qingyue retreated, including her disciple Ao Xian, and asked them to close the door of the White Jade Palace.

"Woooooooooo-"

As the door closed with a deep sound, only the palace lanterns provided light in the White Jade Palace.

"You are not Wangqing Daojun." Qingyue looked at Qin Yang and said.

"Qin never said that he was a Taoist king of Wangqing."

"But you have learned the original version of the 'Wangqing Heavenly Book'," Qingyue stared at Qin Yang tightly, as if she wanted to see through everything about him, "You are not like me and are shackled by Wangqing Taoist Lord."

The martial arts foundation of Feixian Palace is based on the "Wangqing Heavenly Book" after the magic reform. Everyone was shackled by Wangqing Dao Lord at the beginning of martial arts.

Even Qingyue is no exception to this point.

"The 'Wangqing Heavenly Book' passed down by Wangqing Daojun, no matter how deeply I practice it, I have no resistance in front of him. When I face him, my true energy will be difficult to move, and what I have learned through so many years

The martial arts will be stolen by him and become his material for further advancement."

There was a look of disgust on Qingyue's face. Anyone who has worked hard for many years to practice martial arts would have this kind of mentality when others could see it at a glance.

"When I tested you before, I didn't use force, and my true energy could still be used, so you are not Wangqing Dao Lord. But I have no feeling for you. The 'Wangqing Heavenly Book' you practice is different from us."

"Stealing power?" Qin Yang muttered about this function.

True to what Qingyue said, the "Wangqing Heavenly Book" practiced by Wangqing Daojun is the supreme magical skill for any warrior.

Its control over the cultivators of the demon-modified version of the Heavenly Book is secondary. What really makes it called the "Supreme" is its ability to steal the cultivators' martial arts insights.

One person can be short-changed, but everyone can be counted on to gain the upper hand. Although in the later stages of martial arts, the role of collective force becomes insignificant, the collective wisdom can never be underestimated.

Just because force is difficult to accumulate, wisdom can.
Chapter completed!