Xianlu Spring and Autumn

ps: The number of words in this chapter is a little less, but I like it very much, and I don’t want to add another word. . . .

In the north of the Sea of ​​Burying Gods, there is a small island thousands of miles away from Ye Bai's place, on a large island that is brightly lit at the moment. On the huge square hundreds of feet wide, two figures, ups and downs, chasing back and forth, The fierce fight was abnormal.

The name of this big island used to be Jiayuan Island, and there was only one sect of cultivating immortals on the island, called Fuyu Xianzong. Two Nascent Soul cultivators, one in the middle Nascent Soul stage and one in the early Nascent Soul stage, and what is even more unfortunate is that the monk in the Mid Nascent Soul stage passed away three months ago.

There was already some discord between the two Nascent Soul monks. After the fall of the Taoist Tianyu in the middle Nascent Soul, the Taoist Tianbei in the early Nascent Soul took power alone. cleaning.

However, Taoist Tianbei cherishes his reputation and doesn't want to make it too obvious, so he arranged a young disciple ranking match regardless of life and death, and sent his elite disciples to snipe and kill the disciples of Taoist Tianyu's lineage. [

Now that he is in sole control of the power, it is naturally easy for him to tamper with the lists of both sides.

In the sky above the square, dozens of night pearls the size of a human head emitted bright light, illuminating the lower part as bright as day. Near the stands, there were even shark oil lamps lit up. At first glance, it looked magnificent.

In the north of the stand, five deep-breathing, male and female figures lined up, sitting quietly on chairs, watching the competition in the arena with complicated expressions.

On a high platform not far behind the five of them, there was an old man with a majestic temperament and a white beard who was wearing a Chinese robe and sat cross-legged. His eyes flickered, and he looked down coldly. The monks ranging from half a step to the Nascent Soul have a faint murderous intention.This person is the current Sovereign of the Fuyu Immortal Sect.God is sad.

The monks on the stands on the southeast and west sides were also divided into two groups, and most of them gathered on the east side, with haughty expressions and self-satisfied smiles on their faces.

The leading monk is a middle-aged man standing at the front, although he looks rough.His complexion was feminine and treacherous, with a hint of evil spirit.

As for the other group of people, there were only a dozen or so of them, most of them had nervous and gloomy faces, and some even broke out in cold sweat.

The leading monk was a tall and thin young man.Wearing a plain gray linen jacket, with a serious expression, this person looks a little mature, with a weathered face, but his eyes are extremely determined.

"Aaron, take a walk with me and take a few breaths of fresh air on the beach in the south. It's too stuffy here."

The young man suddenly stood up and said, his voice was hoarse and dull, but there was no masculinity in it.

"Yes, brother!"

Another person stood up in the crowd, a man he called Aaron, with a medium build and ordinary appearance, in his early thirties.His skin is dark and inconspicuous, but his steps are extremely firm when he walks, following the side of the young man like the most loyal follower.

The actions of the two immediately attracted a lot of attention.Among them, the gazes of Taoist Tianbei and the middle-aged man headed by the east stand were the most scorching.

The middle-aged man unobtrusively made a gesture towards the crowd, and a thin figure quietly left the stands.Into the darkness, headed south.

Jiayuan Island is quite large, and the young man and Aaron took a cup of tea to get to the beach.

The two of them were blowing the sea breeze, looking at the star-studded sea, their breath was dark.

"A hundred years ago, we five disciples from Yuanmo Peak came to the Sea of ​​Buried Gods, traveled thousands of miles, and worked hard to join the Rain-covering Immortal Sect. Now there are only two of us left."

The young burly man couldn't help but sigh.

If Ye Bai were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the young man is Xiong Xun, the eldest brother of Lianyun Daozong Yuan Mofeng. Compared with a hundred years ago, Xiong Xun is obviously much more mature. A feeling not to be underestimated. [

And the man named A Long, whose full name is Yu Wenlong, is the youngest disciple of Yuan Mofeng, and his aptitude for cultivation is quite good. Although his cultivation level is the lowest, he is also the most cared for by Xiong Xun, so he can live until today.

Yu Wenlong was not good at words, turned his head and glanced at his most respected elder brother, seeing that he was depressed, and didn't know how to comfort him, so he murmured: "Eldest brother, they have been dead for so many years, so why mention it again. "

Xiong Xun shook his head with a smile, pondered for a moment and said: "Aaron, if I die this time, you should find a chance to leave the Rain-covering Immortal Sect. Stay far away. This place has become a place of right and wrong. That despicable villain Jiang Zonghu won't let you go."

Yu Wenlong froze, his face changed: "Brother, where do you want me to go?"

Xiong Xun said: "Go to Yuanlong Daozong and find senior brother Ji Cangmang. I heard that he is now the chief disciple of the younger generation of Yuanlong Daozong. It should not be a problem to arrange you into Yuanlong Daozong. Your aptitude will definitely make a difference in the future."

Yu Wenlong said anxiously: "Eldest brother, let's go together, and go to Yuanlong Daozong to join Senior Brother Ji Cangmang."

With a bitter face, Xiong Xun put his big hand on his shoulder and said with a complicated expression: "You can go to him, but I can't."

"why?"

Yu Wenlong's eyes were full of doubts.

Xiong Xun shook his body, and said with deep eyes: "I am the leader of Yuan Mofeng, I have my dignity, Yuan Mofeng has the dignity of Yuan Mofeng, Yuan Mofeng is no worse than the other six peaks, I can not be as good as them , but I will never go to them."

Yu Wenlong hurriedly said: "I am also from Yuan Mofeng, can I bow my head?"

Xiong Xun glared at him angrily and said: "You should always leave a line of inheritance for our Yuanmo Peak, don't you want to learn from that guy from Laoshu Peak, and now that Ye Bai can't even say whether he is alive or dead, let alone step by step?" Uncle Yuan took revenge."

Yu Wenlong finally fell silent. After thinking for a long time, he still didn't give up and said: "Then you can go to other sects, even if you are doing casual cultivation, so what can you do if you stay here? If you beat Jiang Zonghu, can you still beat Jiang Zonghu?" Do you feel sorry for that hypocrite?"

Xiong Xun took a deep breath, and said in a decisive tone: "I have already escaped from one sect, and I don't want to escape from the second one, whether it is Master Da Cang of Lianyun Dao Sect or Master Tian Yu of Fuyu Xianzong. , are all very kind to me, now I am not only Yuan Mofeng's senior brother, but also a senior fellow of Teacher Tianyu's lineage, I can't leave those senior brothers and sisters behind and run away by myself."

Yu Wenlong didn't say another word.

"Let's go, it's my turn to play in a while."

After Xiong Xun said this, he strode away proudly with his hands behind his back.

Yu Wenlong looked at his tough and upright figure, whose chest heaved violently, and thought to himself: Senior brother, in my heart, you have never been worse than Ji Cangmang. (To be continued. If you like this work, () vote, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read.

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