Blue Silver Grass Guide

Time: Two days later.

Location: Three hundred miles east of Tiandou City, in a nameless village.

At noon, curls of smoke rose from all over the village, and the faint aroma of food filled the air. At the entrance of the village, a few naughty children were playing, and in the fields next to them, a dozen strong laborers were packing up their farm tools. The fastest ones had already walked onto the ridge and walked towards the village.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, more than a dozen uninvited guests with different appearances but extremely good temperaments quietly appeared at the entrance of the mountain village.

Looking at this ordinary village located under the mountains, a woman with a peerless appearance and a cold temperament frowned and said in disbelief: "Haotian Sect was once the world's number one sect, but it has fallen to hiding in such a small mountain village?"

"No~"

Next to him, a tall man with a resolute face shook his head and said: "This is just an outpost to hide from others. The real Haotian Sect is in the mountains behind this mountain village."

"I see~" The woman nodded, with a look of realization in her eyes.

As the two talked, their visit had already attracted the attention of the villagers. Several villagers who had just returned from the fields came to the entrance of the village. A sturdy middle-aged man came forward, looking at the group of uninvited guests with vigilance in his eyes. Finally, he said to the white-haired middle-aged man who was the leader of the group, "Please leave here. We don't welcome outsiders here."

As the middle-aged man said, the other villagers who followed him became obviously nervous, and they subconsciously tightened their hoes, shovels and other farm tools in their hands.

Behind the white-haired middle-aged man, the woman who spoke earlier, who was at the back of the group, whispered to the man beside her: "Brother~"

"Don't worry~" The elder brother also whispered, comforting: "Senior Qi Sha knows what's going on."

...

A quarter of an hour later, a group of more than ten people appeared in the mountains behind the small mountain village, on a peak more than 2,000 meters high.

On the edge of the cliff, a middle-aged man with white hair put his hands behind his back, stepped forward, and stepped steadily on an iron rope as thick as his arm. After the former took a few steps, the people behind him ignored the bottomless abyss below and followed him on the iron rope.

The iron rope was hidden in the wet and cold clouds in the sky. Everyone walked on it, and in the whistling cold wind, they really walked in the clouds.

The iron rope, which was no more than a thousand meters long, was quickly walked under the feet of the group, and everyone came to another peak.

After stepping on the ground, a castle-like building came into everyone's eyes. The building was gray all over and looked like a part of the mountain, almost occupying the entire top of the mountain.

The huge stone building was like a fortress, giving people a sense of indestructible solidity. Above the five-meter-high main gate, three vigorous and powerful stone characters overlooked the visitors, and a magnificent atmosphere that was enough to confront the surrounding mountains pressed towards everyone.

[Haotian Sect]——! ! !

"Who is it——!"*2

A sharp shout rang out in unison, and two young men in gray clothes flashed to the front of the crowd three meters away. As the black soul power flashed, two dark iron hammers appeared in the hands of the two young men in gray clothes, pointing at the white-haired middle-aged man and others.

"Ding! Ding! Ding——!!!"

Almost at the same time, bursts of rapid bell ringing sounded throughout the mountaintop fortress.

The next second, a series of long whistles sounded from all over the fortress and quickly approached the mountain gate.

In just seven or eight breaths, at least hundreds of figures appeared under the huge mountain gate. Behind these figures, there were still figures rushing out from the inside of the fortress and joining the team.

In front of the crowd, six figures stood, and the one in the middle was two meters tall, with a strong back and waist, a face like a knife and an axe, and short gray hair. Although he was only wearing a simple gray coat, he just stood there, and the whole person was the core of everyone behind him, and even the entire fortress.

[Haotian Sect] Sect Master, ‘Xiaotian Douluo’ Tang Xiao!

Beside Tang Xiao, there were five white-haired old men, who looked at least eighty years old, but they were vigorous and full of ruddy faces. At this time, they either stood with their hands behind their backs or with their arms crossed, staring coldly at the more than ten uninvited guests.

Without waiting for everyone behind him to arrive, Tang Xiao whispered to the second elder beside him to act according to circumstances, and then strode forward. While walking, he waved to the two young men who were guarding the gate before, signaling them to retreat.

About ten feet away from the white-haired middle-aged man, Tang Xiao stood still, his piercing tiger eyes staring at the sharp eyes of the white-haired middle-aged man, with a magnificent and broad, undisguised wild aura, overwhelming the white-haired middle-aged man.

In Tang Xiao's perception, the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him was very strong!

"Swish!"

As expected, the sound of a sharp blade cutting sounded between the two people, and a sharp sword intent rushed into the sky, piercing the clouds above the nine heavens, and directly split Tang Xiao's momentum like a towering mountain.

"Ding!"

A divine light flashed in Tang Xiao's eyes, and the invisible sword intent shattered three feet in front of him. He praised loudly: "What a sharp sword intent! Not inferior to Jiandao Chenxin!"

The middle-aged man with white hair: "..."

Behind the middle-aged man with white hair, everyone had an inexplicable look, and the corners of several of them were slightly upturned, but they tried their best to suppress it, revealing a strange expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Tang Xiao did not pay attention to the changes in these people's expressions. His face was solemn, and he shouted sternly: "It's been thirteen years, and you [Wuhun Hall] finally came here!"

"What? Didn't Qian Daoliu come?"

As he asked, Tang Xiao looked around, searching for the golden figure in his memory.

Behind Tang Xiao, the five white-haired old men all showed a hint of fear in their eyes when they heard the name 'Qian Daoliu', but it was soon replaced by a desperate gamble.

On the other side, looking at Tang Xiao's actions and the words just now, the white-haired middle-aged man raised his sword eyebrows and said lightly: "We are not from the [Spirit Hall]."

"Not the [Spirit Hall]?" Tang Xiao retracted his search and looked at the white-haired middle-aged man, feeling the sharp sword intent on the other party, and cast his eyes on the other people around him.

On the left hand side of the white-haired middle-aged man was an old man wearing golden armor and with white hair and beard. Seeing his heavy breath, Tang Xiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked in his heart. Another peerless strong man!

Feeling Tang Xiao's gaze, the old man in golden armor chuckled and said, "I was originally from the Spirit Hall, but I am no longer one now--"

Hearing this, Tang Xiao's face twitched, and he didn't believe it at all, thinking that he was just trying to cover up.

At this moment, Tang Xiao's eyes caught a face behind the old man in golden armor, and his resolute expression suddenly changed. He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Yu Yuanzhen?! You... why are you here too?!"