I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Qingyun Mountains, peaks, halls.

Inside, there were two people sitting opposite each other, one of them was handsome and young, and it was Zhang Yi.

One was dressed in a blue robe with a gentle appearance, and it was the suzerain Mo Tianxin.

"You chose Poyuan Sword Art?" Mo Tianxin asked.

Zhang Yi nodded.

Mo Tianxin pondered for a while, looked at Zhang Yi and said, "If you want to practice the Poyuan Sword Art, you need a lot of sharpness, otherwise the progress will be slow."

"And only when a swordsman uses a certain sword for a long time, will there be a trace of vigor in the sword body. In this way, there may only be two places."

"Where?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Flying Sword Villa, the cemetery where swords are buried." Mo Tianxin replied.

Zhang Yi frowned at Feijian Villa, Zhang Yi naturally knew that one of the five great powers in the Raging Fire Nation was no weaker than Qingyunzong.

Different from the other four major forces, Feijian Villa only recruits sword cultivators.

Therefore, the number of people is the least among the five major forces, but the disciples in the sect are all top-notch in combat power, but they are not inferior to the top disciples of each sect.

"You don't have to think about it at Feijian Villa, but you can fight for the sword burial cemetery. In five years, the sword burial cemetery will be opened. During the game, people with tokens can enter."

Mo Tianxin reminded.

Burial sword cemetery?

Zhang Yi thought in his heart, with a little apology on his face: "Thank you, brother, for explaining the confusion, I really disturbed you."

"They're all elders of the same clan, so you don't have to be polite." Mo Tianxin waved his hands indifferently with a soft face.

"Senior brother, I will take my leave first." Zhang Yi stood up and said goodbye.

...

The sword burial cemetery, it seems that one or two preparations have to be made.

Zhang Yi thought about it.

"Five years is acceptable. First settle the matter of the Rock City and the Rose Merchant Alliance, and then find a way to obtain a token to enter the Burial Sword Cemetery."

On the way, Zhang Yi thought about it, turned his direction, and flew to the deacon hall where the deacon of Qing Yunzong's outer sect was.

In the mountain forest, there is a gorgeous three-story building hidden in it.

A small stream flows on the side, adding to the beauty of the artistic conception.

A stream of light swept down and landed on the square of the Deacon Hall.

Zhang Yi Zhenyuan moved slightly, and snorted softly, and suddenly, several deacons in blue clothes rushed out.

"Elder."

"Elder."

Several deacons in blue bowed their backs and greeted the elder who suddenly fell from the sky with smiling faces.

The hall master Han Feng looked at the elder from the corner of his eye, and found that it was a face he had never seen before. Thinking that this person in front of him should be the new elder who broke through the realm a few days ago, he couldn't help lowering his back even more.

The newly promoted elder still doesn't know his character and temper, so he needs to be taken more seriously.

"I don't know why the elder came to the deacon's hall for something important? Han Feng should do his best." Han Feng said respectfully with a smile on his lips.

"Is Zhang Shi here?"

Han Feng was startled, his face was expressionless, and he thought to himself.

Why did this elder name Deacon Zhang Shi when he came to the deacon hall?

Could it be that the two had a festival before?

Speaking of which, he and Zhang Shi have been deacons for these years, and they are old acquaintances, and they have a good relationship.

He is very clear about Zhang Shi's personality. Although he is a little grumpy at times, he is generally a close friend.

How could Zhang Shi offend this elder? Han Feng was surprised.

No, it's not right, although the elder called Zhang Shi out by name, his expression didn't change much.

It is also possible that the two are acquainted.

But no matter what, the relationship between the two is still undecided at this time, and I still maintain a neutral attitude for the time being.

All thoughts were but a moment, Han Feng said to the deacon next to him: "Bring Zhang Shi here."

Then he said courteously to Zhang Yi: "Elder, why don't you go inside and sit down for a while to rest."

"Okay." Zhang Yi nodded, walked into the door surrounded by everyone, and sat in the first place unceremoniously.

"Elder, this is the Qingling tea from Moon Shadow Nation." Han Feng received it personally with a smile on his face.

...

After a while, Zhang Shi was found.

When Zhang Shi appeared at the gate, Zhang Yi immediately stood up to greet him, and said, "Uncle."

"Huh? Why are you, didn't you tell me that there are elders..." Halfway through speaking, Zhang Shi saw Zhang Yi wearing a blue robe, faintly, and the people around him looked respectful.

"Why..." Zhang Shi was a little confused about the situation for a while.

Why is Zhang Yi wearing cyan clothes, isn't it blue? Why does Hall Master Han have such a respectful look on his face?

"Uncle." Zhang Yi took a few steps forward, holding Zhang Shi's hand, with a gentle look on his face, and expressed his intention.

"I'm planning to go home. I'm here this time because I hope uncle will go back with me." As he said, Zhang Yi glanced at Han Feng.

Han Feng understood, stepped forward and said, "Since the elder has ordered it, Deacon Zhang can go back at ease, and I will order others to do your task."

"Then trouble the hall master." Zhang Yi said politely.

"Everything is trivial, not worth mentioning." Han Feng said flatteringly.

Hall Master Han actually called Zhang Yi an elder! Zhang Shi's eyes widened, as if he understood something, and his body trembled a little.

"Could it be, could it be that you created the vision of the sect a few days ago!"

Zhang Shi spoke intermittently, as if he was shocked.

Zhang Yi smiled and nodded, "It happened to break through to the realm."

"well!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's affirmative answer, Zhang Shi patted Zhang Yi's shoulder vigorously, his expression excited, and his frowning face flushed.

"My Zhang family has finally come out of a state! Good, good, I never expected to see the rise of my Zhang family in my lifetime. Even if I die now, I will die and rest in peace!"

Zhang Yi stood beside him quietly, listening to the words of the man with white hair, he stretched out his hand to support his trembling body.

His uncle has paid too much for this family.

Zhang Yi said softly: "I plan to go back to Rock City to settle the matters of the three major families. Uncle, you can go back with me too."

"Okay, I must see with my own eyes that the Zhang family has become the only big family in Rock City!"

Zhang Shi's eyes flashed brightly, and his aura instantly changed, his figure seemed to have grown taller.

This is a force, a drive, the drive of youth that has been smoothed out after serving as an outside deacon in Qing Yunzong for decades.

Now, it appeared on this man again.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, "Then uncle, let's leave now."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yi looked at Han Feng again, and said hesitantly, "You..."

Han Feng answered immediately, "Elder, just call me Han Feng."

Zhang Yi nodded in satisfaction, "Master Han, right? In the future, I will trouble you to take care of him."

"Should be, should be." Han Feng's heart moved, and he said quickly.

Zhang Yi said no more, and left the deacon hall with his uncle.

"Elder, go slowly." Han Feng shouted loudly from behind.

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