Young Master Lan was like a ghost, with a phantom invisible shape, floating directly to the other end of the temple top and then jumped down.

Chen Fusheng followed here and stopped stepping.

There is a cliff in front of me!

The thick mist was shrouded under the cliff, and the rugged cliffs could be seen vaguely. Apart from this, nothing could be seen clearly, only the wind whistling, as if it was in the air.

If I hadn't climbed to the top of this temple, I would have no way of knowing that there was a cliff behind the temple.

Chen Fusheng looked at the phantom of Mr. Lan, and flashed below and disappeared.

But he did not rush to jump down, but instead asked a question about the hexagram and silently asked about the past.

In a moment, I got a hexagram of "winding paths and secluded".

This hexagram can be said to be straightforward and straightforward, and you can tell that it is the upper hexagram at a glance.

Chen Fusheng took a deep breath and jumped without hesitation.

I felt like a falling stone, the wind whistling in my ears, the cold wind and cold air kept hitting my face, and my breathing was stagnant.

Looking down from the top of the temple, the cliff was far and wide, and it was so difficult to see clearly. But Chen Fusheng felt that he had not fallen for much time, so he fell on a thick pine branch.

This fluffy branch is like a quilt, which has accumulated for many years. Chen Fusheng fell down and was completely unscathed and was easily endured.

He quickly got up and looked around.

It can be seen that it is indeed a huge and ancient pine tree, lush and lush, stretching out with lush branches and leaves, forming a "platform" that can be lifted.

At the end of the pine tree, a black cave appears on the cliff that has taken root.

Chen Fusheng stepped on the branches and walked straight to the hole in the cliff.

"Come in."

Mr. Lan's voice came from the cave.

Chen Fusheng stepped in.

The sudden darkness in front of me, and the endless cold air seemed to condense into substance, and bursts of invaded.

The thick fog sways around, and the direction is completely unaware.

"Follow me."

The phantom of Mr. Lan appeared in the thick fog and floated forward.

Chen Fusheng followed closely.

I don’t know how much time I have left, nor where I am walking.

Suddenly, Mr. Lan stopped and said in a ghostly voice:

"Rise the sword and cut open the fog in front."

Chen Fusheng immediately stopped concentrating and had a sword in his hand.

The sword comes out!

Sneak~~

Thunder suddenly appeared on the sword, and the dragon-shaped sharp aura has not yet been launched.

The thick fog in front of me was like cutting a tofu with a knife, and it separated in half in an instant.

moment.

All the visible thick fog kept dispersing like it was uncovered by an invisible hand.

Gradually, a space that is big or small is revealed.

Chen Fusheng took the sword and observed it carefully.

The space he is in at this moment is like being in a mountain belly.

There are sharp and angular stones around, like they were scorched by a cone and axe, and they were opened up with great effort. This formed a cave that looked like a circle and square, with a circle of about a hundred steps.

He was standing at the entrance of this cave.

There was still thick fog behind me, and I couldn't see any way out.

Although the dome above the cave is also rugged and rough, it is covered with phosphorescent spots, and a large amount of faint cold light pours down.

Apart from that, the entire cave was empty and nothing else.

"Give a name, how do you want to name your temple?"

Young Master Lan smiled and said.

As he spoke, his figure gradually became clear. He was like a picture with a thin strip of wireless strips, gradually outlining his brush and ink, presenting his original appearance.

In the blink of an eye, the man in Chen Fusheng's image, who was nine feet tall, tall and as tall as a pine, was floating in front of him.

Young Master Lan still has a handsome appearance, with broad eyebrows and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows. His head is covered with silver hair and meticulously combed, showing his full spirit as jade.

He was still as empty as nothing, almost transparent, floating like a ghost.

"Name?" Chen Fusheng was slightly stunned.

"The temple is perfect, and it is the Ling Kiln. After the Ling Kiln, it is the road to Lingshan!"

"Every spiritual mountain in the world has its own name."

Mr. Lan said slowly with a little smile, proudly with his hands behind his back:

"Although your Ling Kiln has not been completed, Lingshan is even further away. But I still hope you can achieve this! With your qualifications, if you cannot hit Lingshan, wouldn't it be useless for me to accept you as your disciple?"

Chen Fusheng already understood the temperament of this famous master, and did not speak much. He thought quietly for a moment, and then saluted seriously and dignifiedly:

"Mr., I have figured it out and named it - Jiankai!"

"Oh? Why did you give this name?" Mr. Lan looked at Chen Fusheng with interest.

"The iron sword in my palm has been of great help to me since I can remember. The sword technique that Mr. Lan has also benefited a lot from me. In addition, it was my sword that cut off the fog and opened up this place!"

"So, I want to name the 'Sword Kai' to show my heart!"

Young Master Lan nodded slowly and praised:

"Yes, a sword starts to open up the great road! This name is very meaningful, so as you wish, this place is named 'Sword Kai'!"

"Thank you for your accomplishment!" Chen Fusheng bowed solemnly.

Young Master Lan patrolled the entire cave and pondered:

"Before creating a temple, I have to tell you some things to know."

"I am the inheritance of military strategists. I will create temples for you. No matter how I hide them, I will leave a little mark of military strategists here."

"According to the rules, in the nameless town that can compete for the spiritual kiln, each cultivation faction can only have one temple."

"So, if you establish your temple, this rule will be broken. Then in the future, there will definitely be military practitioners who come to cause trouble for you, and you must be prepared."

Chen Fusheng was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Then I thought about it, since I had no support from Taoist sect background and had the help of Mr. Lan to create a temple, I should also accept the trouble caused by this.

What's more, the practice world is about being up to the rules and reason, and it is also about strength!

The bright moon shines on the river and the breeze blows on the hills.

As long as your fist is strong enough and your sword is sharp enough, what can't be solved?

"I will keep what my teacher said in mind!" Chen Fusheng said frankly.

"good."

Young Master Lan nodded, said no more, and took a few steps forward.

He grabbed in the air in nothingness.

Immediately, a "ribbon" with seven colors and nine colors appeared in my palm.

Young Master Lan put his palm on the "ribbon" and gently stroked it.

moment.

A long "ribbon" broke into dozens of pieces.

Then, Mr. Lan burst into fingers like a sword and clicked on each piece of "ribbon".

Every time you click, this "ribbon" shot out in the air and landed in a certain corner.

moment!

Boom~~

A piece of "ribbon" fell to the ground, and it was like a rushing column under the ground in an instant.

The majestic cylinder on the top of the earth was formed in an instant and stood steadily. It reached the earth, topped with a high dome, and was majestic.

One cylinder after another surged up and stood in every corner.

But a blink of an eye.
To be continued...