Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Even the depressed Ye Qingyi couldn't help looking up at Liu Wuhen. After all, no one dared to mention the word Xi Muyao.

He was like a barb pierced in the hearts of everyone. He wanted to pull it out but he couldn't get it out. He kept it but felt a dull pain. He could only forget it as if it never existed.

Except for Su Mengze, everyone's expression became ugly in an instant. Su Mengze smiled lightly, and said lightly: "No hate, it's fine, why are you bringing up what happened more than ten years ago?"

Liu Wuhen slightly raised his eyebrows: "Liu just looked at these young disciples and felt something in his heart. Why, Mr. Mengze's words hurt his ears?"

Seeing Su Mengze smiled and said nothing, Liu Wuhen hung his arms on the armrests with open arms, and said in a lazy and malicious tone: "That's right, if Daoist Cangqi is still there, how could the immortal family's palm print fall into your hands?" ? If Xi Muyao is still alive..."

"Master Liu." Hua Zichen, who had already darkened his face, interrupted Liu Wuhen sharply, "If you really miss that villain that your master took in, go to the Nether River and kneel on the ground to give him three slaps." Stick the incense, don't be so yin and yang here, chirping and whining!"

Liu Wuhen's pretty face immediately changed color: "Hua Zichen!"

The two glared at each other angrily, confronting each other with a murderous look, and the originally harmonious and beautiful atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this... Today is a good day to hold the Fairy Sword Conference, why are you arguing?" Tan Yuxiang, the master of Fengdaomen, took the initiative to stand up to be a peacemaker, "The disciples have already entered Jinfeng Mountain, let's watch carefully Let's play."

After Liu Wuhen heard this, he immediately turned his face and looked at Tan Yuxiang: "Master Tan, I remember that your Fengdaomen suffered from the chaos of demons in the early years, and it was Xi Muyao who helped you save your Fengdaomen from fire and water. Yes or no?"

Tan Yuxiang nodded embarrassingly: "That's true. I still remember that when Linglong was just born, Xi Daxia liked my daughter very much. He joked that if he had a son in the future, he would marry me as an in-law. Later, Daxia Xi really had a son, but..."

Tan Yuxiang was taken aback as he spoke, because he found that Hua Zichen and others were staring at him with dark faces.

Tan Yuxiang's embarrassment became even more embarrassing. He shrank his neck, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Master Hua, Master of Xigu, Lord Mengze... I'm going to talk nonsense in the next moment, it's impolite."

Su Mengze smiled warmly, showing magnanimity and elegance: "These warm past events are indeed unforgettable. Master Tan can't help himself, so it's not rude."

As he spoke, he straightened his body slightly, and looked calmly at the mountains and rivers in the painting: "It is said that the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead. I believe that these disciples carefully selected by the masters will have a brilliant future. If you have a bad heart, even if you have an earth-shattering good cultivation, it is nothing but the root of evil that helps the evildoers."

After Su Mengze finished speaking, everyone nodded.

Su Mengze smiled faintly: "Master Liu, why did the old master die, do you still remember?"

Liu Wuhen's face paled suddenly: "Su Mengze, what do you mean by that?"

Su Mengze still looked at the painting screen calmly: "There is no other meaning. I am the same as Master Liu. Looking at these youths, I can't help but recall when we were young, and I just express my feelings."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth pursed, and his gaze sank slightly: "People can have memories, both a happy thing and a painful thing, just don't get confused and mistake painful memories for happy memories "Master Liu, don't you think so?"

As soon as Su Mengze finished speaking, there was a piercing howl of eagles in the screen where red light dots were constantly flashing, and then dozens of red dots turned blue in a forest.

Ye Qingyi was slightly taken aback looking at the blue light.

In the painting screen, all the scenes are real, only the disciples of various sects turned into red dots, chasing and looking for the golden phoenix in the mountains and forests.

If it is a competition, there will be competition. However, the way the disciples compete cannot be killing. As long as they can penetrate the opponent's body with the Qi sword, they will be considered as winners. .

And the red dot that turned blue just now is the disciple who has already lost.

Ye Qingyi looked at the red light and clenched his fingers tightly. He wondered if Xuan Moxiao was among the disciples who had lost their qualifications for the competition.

Standing behind the tall and burly Yan Qinghe, Xuan Moxiao watched a group of Cold Crystal Valley's disciples fall under the Qi sword, sitting cross-legged on the ground with unwilling faces.

Yan Qinghe, who led the disciples of Diancang Peak to overturn the disciples of Cold Crystal Valley, was full of majesty. He put away the Qi sword in his hand and raised his head and said: "Hand over the Wutong stone you got!"

Those disciples had no choice but to hand over the phoenix stones they found with great difficulty to Yan Qinghe. Yan Qinghe roughly counted them and distributed them to the disciples of Diancang Peak. Even Xuan Moxiao got three pieces.

"The more phoenix stones you get, the greater your hope of defeating Huofeng, Xuan Moxiao, remember?" Yan Qinghe patiently explained to Xuan Moxiao who participated in the Immortal Sword Conference for the first time.

Xuan Moxiao nodded, indicating that he had made a note of it. He also had an Qi sword in his hand. The handle of the Qi sword was made of mahogany, and the body of the sword was a sword-shaped light blue spiritual energy. People who were hit by the Qi sword would not Injury, but there will be a blue mark where the sword was hit, and people can no longer move.

As for the method of the game, it is also very simple. It is just to eliminate the opponent with the air sword, accumulate Wutong stones, find the fire phoenix and take the phoenix feathers. The golden phoenix has been flying around their heads several times. To solve the opponent, there is no time to pay attention to it.

He just followed Yan Qinghe into Jinfeng Mountain, but he was chased and intercepted by people sent by Xi Yanming. If Yan Qinghe hadn't brought some disciples from Cang Peak to protect him, he might not be able to move at this moment.

Once a person can't move, isn't it a case of fish and meat?The Immortal Sword Conference said that there should be no killings. It is reported that several disciples will die every year. After all, in the deep mountains, any "accident" is possible.

"Yan Qinghe! You just want to make trouble with me, don't you!"

A dozen or so disciples wearing purple sword suits walked through the woods and blocked Xuan Moxiao and the others.

You don't need to look, you know who the troublemaker is, Xuan Moxiao was speechless, and cast a glance at Xi Yanming, eyes full of impatience.

Xi Yanming was obviously stimulated by Xuan Moxiao's gaze, how dare that little bastard who lived like a pig and dog in Cold Crystal Valley dare to look down on him?It just doesn't make sense!

"Yo, Mr. Xi is here, how about it, do you want to play a few tricks with me?" Yan Qinghe said with a smile on his face.

Xi Yanming stared at Xuan Moxiao with a cold face: "You bastard, you forgot what you are?"

Xuan Moxiao expressionless: "I am already a disciple of Yuqiong Mountain, and I have nothing to say to the people of Cold Crystal Valley."

"Disciple of Yuqiong Mountain? Pooh!" Xi Yanming, who failed to take the opportunity to get rid of Xuan Moxiao, turned pale with anger, pointed at Xuan Moxiao's nose and said, "You bastard, you have to follow your senior brother Yan closely, Qian Don't fall into my hands!"

After all, he left with the remaining disciples of Cold Crystal Valley.

"Useless waste!" Yan Qinghe gave Xi Yanming a white look, patted Xuan Moxiao on the shoulder and said, "Let's go collect Wutong stones first, and then teach that kid a lesson after collecting enough."

Xuan Moxiao, who was full of thoughts, let out an "um" and followed Yan Qinghe.

The gray eagles who were in charge of patrolling the situation in Jinfeng Mountain passed over the heads of Xuan Moxiao and the others from time to time, sometimes one, sometimes four or five. Xuan Moxiao looked at those gray eagles and couldn't help but want to sit on the Jinfeng Terrace to watch the battle How is Ye Qingyi doing now?

He has accompanied Yan Qinghe to search for the Indus Stone for nearly an hour, but he did not find half of the stone, but fought for several rounds. Every time Xuan Moxiao fought with other sects, he could only stand behind the senior brothers and wait After they subdued the man, they searched out the Wutong stone.

After several tosses, everyone was tired, so they found a shady place and sat down.

"Why is this phoenix stone so hard to find, big brother, why don't we unite with disciples from other peaks to get Feng Ling first!" Yuan Qi, who was not much older than Xuan Moxiao, said.

After hearing this, Yan Qinghe shook his head: "We made a plan early in the morning. Qionglong Peak and Bailie Peak will attack the east-west direction, and we and Yushu Peak will attack the north-south direction. Unless it is absolutely necessary, we cannot easily change the plan."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xuan Moxiao: "Little Junior Brother, is it alright?"

Yan Qinghe really cared for Xuan Moxiao along the way, Xuan Moxiao smiled back: "I'm fine."

Yan Qinghe was in a good mood looking at the innocent and clean smile of the young man, and his whole body was full of strength again. He supported the ground with one hand and stood up with a kite. Only when his feet were steady, he heard a woman call out delicately: "Help! Help! Who Can save me..."

Xuan Moxiao quickly exchanged a glance with Yan Qinghe, and followed the prestige.

In the bushes not far away, there seemed to be a female disciple lying down.

That female disciple is petite and exquisite, with delicate features and delicate features. Judging by her attire, she should be a disciple of Fengdaomen. As soon as Xuan Moxiao thought of Fengdaomen, the face of Tan Linglong, the eldest lady of Fengdaomen, involuntarily floated across Xuan Moxiao's mind. Yan Qinghe, who walked towards the female disciple, said: "Beware of fraud, don't go there."

However, he was a step too late. Although he held Yan Qinghe, he failed to hold the other disciples. Seeing that a beautiful and lovely female disciple was trapped, those young and energetic youths immediately surrounded her , Discussing how to help the other party out of trouble.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Qi asked.

The female disciple Lihua looked at them with rain: "I, I found that there is, there is a sycamore stone here, so, I want to pick it up, who, who knows that when I encounter the beating vine, I... trapped me here It's..."

The female disciple spoke intermittently, choked up her sobs, and made her heart sore, she pulled off the dead leaves on her body while speaking, everyone looked down, and they saw thin vines wrapped around her feet and waist .

"Eldest brother, let's save her!" Yuan Qi clamored to save her.

Yan Qinghe is not at all interested in missing the rare girl, he just wants to find the Indus Stone: "You said, there is the Indus Stone here?"

"Yes." The female disciple lowered her head timidly, "It's right under me, where I'm sitting..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qinghe strode over.

But Xuan Moxiao felt that something was wrong, they searched so hard for a long time and couldn't find the Wutong Stone, yet it appeared under this female disciple easily: "Senior Brother Yan."

Xuan Moxiao said: "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Yan Qinghe, who had already walked to the side of the female disciple, raised his head to look at Xuan Moxiao: "What's wrong?"

Xuan Moxiao stared fiercely at the female disciple who started to tremble: "You bring everyone here, we can save her by standing a little further away."

"Stand farther away?" Yan Qinghe was thinking about Xuan Moxiao's voiceover. The trembling female disciple sitting on the ground suddenly grabbed Yan Qinghe's thigh. Yan Qinghe was stunned, and was about to push the female disciple away. Suddenly, a huge pit opened, and everyone including the female disciple fell into the huge pit.

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