Cang Yimen is entrenched in the southwest of the East and near the southern border, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, like a giant dragon hanging over the sky, curling weakly on the ground.

Its old scales have lost its color and its tail can hardly be shaken, but the dragon's power has not yet dissipated.

Before the dragon's power was dispersed, those ghosts and monsters dared not easily put their ideas on it.

Therefore, Cangyimen has lived a pretty good life over the years. At least, the atmosphere in the Seminar Hall has not been so solemnly for nearly a hundred years.

The head of Cang Yi was a thin old man, with the name Konghe. At this time, his face was ashen as graceful as ever, and a sword talisman was placed on the table in front of him.

The ordinary one looks no different from other sword talismans, but it makes dozens of high-level monks in the hall feel like they are facing a great enemy.

On the right side of Konghe, there was a young male cultivator with a jade-like face. He was wearing a blue dress, with bamboo embroidered at the hem of his clothes, and a faint arrogance on his face.

There was an invisible undercurrent surging between the two.

Under this pressure, everyone else lowered their eyes, saying no, trying their best to reduce their presence.

Finally, Konghe couldn't help it, "Junior Brother Kong Qing..." As soon as he spoke, the male cultivator looked up and his tone seemed to be firm.

"I don't agree."

"you……"

"Senior Brother," he suddenly stood up, lowered his head, with a shadow of backlight on his face, "If it were your apprentice, would you push him out?" After that, he turned around and left, and a clear voice came from the door.

"Didn't Ling Xiao just want to compete in a few games? He agreed, what can he do if he loses? Why should senior brother be so timid?"

"Bang!" The door of the hall was thrown heavily, and the rootless flames jumped a few times in the copper crane cup standing at four corners, as if they had become much dimmed.

Sora's face was pitch black.

Just agree? He said it lightly. Does he know what he will happen after losing?!

Cang Yiben is declining. If he loses to Ling Xiao this time, how can he keep others in control? How can those little people who have been ready to move?

Moreover, Ling Xiao would have helped him out for the sake of being the Seven Sects, and from now on, he would never again.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sword talisman on the table. He suddenly felt a little resentful towards Master Kong Qing and his disciples. One relied on his own as a god-transforming cultivator and indulged his disciples, while the other relied on his excellent talent and acted recklessly.

How many messes did the sect help them settle for before? But what about them? They never repent, and this time they even got into Ling Xiao...

Thinking of his nephew who has not shown up since the incident, Konghe only felt mocking. He caused the disaster himself. Not to mention solving it, he did not even dare to apologize. He would only hide and wait for others to bear the consequences for him. Such a person is known as "the first genius disciple of Cangyi"...

Konghe sighed and closed his eyes a little tiredly. He began to doubt that the hope of the sect could really be placed on Qu Qianfu?

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When Gu Xizhan sighed again, she inserted the sword she had just wiped back into the scabbard, and couldn't help but raise her hand and pressed it on the painful forehead. The question appeared in her heart again - who had developed Liu Huaijin into such a stern personality?

Shen Qianzhi sat far away from the two, with a strange expression, as if he was holding back his smile. The others sat even further, and even Uncle Wushu was unwilling to come.

Only Xie Ke was still sitting next to her.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at Liu Huaijin's stern face. She closed her eyes with some pain. Speaking of which, wasn't this girl taking the path of Taoist cultivation back then? Why is it more verbose than Confucian cultivation?

She had heard her talk about the "ritual" for half an hour.

Fortunately, at this time, Venerable Wufeng, who had not spoken all the way, finally spoke up and rescued Gu Xizhan.

He stood up and jumped onto the bow of the ship, stroked his sleeves, and pressed his right hand on the hilt of his waist, "You all are careful."

Wushu rose up from the ground and stood above the spiritual boat. The hem of some ragged clothes was pulled by the wind, as if it would go with the wind in the next moment. She pushed the head on her face away and smiled a few times, "Are you careful, if you fly out later, I won't have time to catch you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huaijin stopped, and Gu Xizhan also looked up and looked forward. There was a flash of clarity in her eyes. She turned her head and warned Xie Ke, "Be careful, Master Wufeng, you will break the void."

After a few more breaths, a trace of undetectable white appeared in the void in front of him. Wufeng drew his sword out of the sheath and slashed straight towards him. A broken mouth appeared in front of everyone, but it quickly recovered as before with a visible degree of naked eyes. In the flash of lightning, Wufeng stretched out his hand to penetrate the hole and tore it hard.

"Wao--" In an instant, the spiritual energy in the world stirred and the space was twisted. Gu Xizhan and others all turned pale, feeling like they were knocked on their souls. They felt a sense of disgust that made them dizzy.

"Hahaha," Wushu laughed and said, "I didn't vomit, it's not bad!" Her laughter dispelled the disgust and cleared their souls.

"Everything is good!" Jian Ming was marching, and a sword energy soared into the sky, turning into a blue sword curtain to wrap the spiritual boat. Then, the spiritual boat rushed straight towards the breaking point. The sword curtain collided with the black void, and the sharp sword intent continued to disappear in the collision.

This spiritual boat is the only strange color in this black field.

Not long after, another white silk appeared in front of him. This time Wufeng did not draw his sword, but grabbed the white silk directly, and pulled it gently, and the void broke open.

Seeing the light again made everyone blink unwell, and Wushu sat back on the spiritual boat. She shook the broken straw sandals on her feet and gently tapped the boat board with a rust sword.

"Crash--" The sword curtain was completely shattered, turning into shattered light, falling down, and the spiritual boat stopped.

"Dang—Dang—" In front of you, there was a green valley surrounded by peaks and the stream was faint. Before Gu Xizhan could think about where it was, he heard a long and rapid bell ringing above his head.

The light of escape suddenly rose, and countless disciples of Cang panicked, running around, muttering: "Enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"

Feeling the increasing powerful aura around him, Ling Xiao and others pressed the sword, silently. Wufeng snorted coldly, raised his head and said nothing. Only Venerable Wushu laughed three times, and the sound overwhelmed the bell and lingered in the ears of every disciple of Cang.

"Ling Xiao Wushu, I passed by Cang Yi today and specially brought the juniors in the sect to visit all the fellow Taoists!"

The sun shone on her body, and the side face was covered with a layer of gold. The laughter seemed to alarm the earth dragon. The valley suddenly shook violently, and it took a moment to return to its original state.

This incident shocked more escape lights. However, no matter how Cang Yi's people were trying, Wu Shu stood there calmly, as if she had really passed by by chance, and only brought her fellow disciples to visit on a whim.

However... Gu Xizhan lowered her eyes helplessly, pursed her lips slightly, and teared the exit directly into Cang's sect. Only then would he believe that she was here to "visit".

This uncle is indeed free and unruly.
Chapter completed!