My practice narration is weird

The northernmost border of Da Yan.

The towering city walls stretch endlessly, like a giant beast sleeping on the ground, overlooking the world.

This is Yangguan, which is also the most important fortress on the border of Da Yan today.

Starting from Yangyang, going north, it is a place where few people are seen.

As the old saying goes.

The sword points to the west of Tianshan and leaves Yangguan, where few people are seen.

If we calculate by time, it is not midnight at this moment.

But Yangguan City is pitch black.

At this moment, there is no light in Yangguan.

The sky seems to be covered with a layer of black gauze.

At this moment, Yangguan lights torches on the city walls every ten meters, with sparks and flags.

It reveals the figures in the dark and also reflects the horror.

The black scorched earth and black smoke are thousands of miles away. On the heavy city walls and boulders, there is a dark scene mixed with bright red blood.

This towering frontier military town is now in a state of depression.

On the city wall, inside Yangguan, there were still many whispers and discussions among the crowd at first, but now, they are all silent.

A faint light flickered on the city wall, which was the formation surrounding the entire Yangguan.

It is precisely because of the strange formation technique laid by the Taoist sect and the unparalleled combat power of the Sword Sect Sect Master that the demon tribe can always be prevented from crossing the border and can always hold on.

But now, the formation is missing a corner.

This is the effect caused by the earth dragon turning over. Even if there are formation masters who have hurriedly filled the formation eye, the protective power is not as good as before.

An old man walked over the city wall with his hands behind his back. His steps were steady and his breath was not chaotic, but the firelight in the dark revealed his slightly pale face.

The formation has been flickering...

This means that something is eroding the formation.

His eyes slightly swept across the dark sky, and he could see the figure faintly emerging in the darkness.

It's not that it's too dark tonight. The Sword Sect Master knows about that kind of aura...

Some strange thing has wrapped up Yangguan.

It's equivalent to adding another layer of formation outside the Yangguan formation.

And this layer of formation outside is constantly eroding the Yangguan formation.

The abnormality of this formation made countless soldiers panic, but the old man just walked over step by step.

As long as he walked past the city wall, countless soldiers' hearts calmed down inexplicably.

After the old man inspected a circle, he stepped into the enemy tower of the city, followed by Zhou Xuanyuan with a silent face.

Zhou Xuanyuan came back a few days earlier than Ye Wuyou, and came to the border as soon as he came back.

The old man in front of him was naturally the Sword Sect Master, the unreachable mountain of Dayan, a sword cultivator standing at the peak of the Sixth Realm of Heavenly Power.

As soon as he stepped into the building, the door was closed.

A woman came up with a plate from the side.

There was a bowl of soup and a small white jade bottle on the plate.

The medicine smells strong, and it is obviously made from good natural materials and treasures.

The Sword Sect Master took a look, was speechless at first, and finally sat down, sighed and said to the female doctor.

"I vaguely remember that you used to follow Lu Qingshan?"

Chuntao nodded slightly, without saying much.

The woman is Chuntao, a doctor.

And now, the aura on her body is already in the fourth realm.

The Sword Sect Master said again.

"The fourth realm Kaiyang... There are not a few practitioners in the fourth realm, and there are countless rough warriors like me, but there are really few doctors like you. It is not easy to prove the Dharma and understand yourself."

The great supernatural powers of the middle third realm who mainly study medicine are rare at any time.

After all, in this world, killing people is easier than saving people.

Chuntao's eyes were full of doubts, and she was a little puzzled why the other party said this.

The Sword Sect Master shook his head and spoke directly.

"Since you are a doctor of the fourth realm, I think you also understand one fact. With my current realm, how many medicines do you think can work in this world?"

The world is really so strange. The higher the realm, the fewer medicinal materials available for practitioners to choose.

There may be many recorded elixirs in the early years, but just like Xia Anmeng, it was not easy to obtain elixirs a thousand years ago, but it was not too difficult.

What about now?

As time goes by, there are more and more people, more and more practitioners, and medicinal materials are extinct.

Facing the old man's doubts, Chun Tao just responded lightly, with a calm voice.

"This is the elixir provided by the Taoist sect, and the thousand-year-old precious medicine that was just sent by the Daxuan Wanbao Pavilion the day before yesterday. Time is tight, and it can't be condensed into an elixir, so it can only be turned into a decoction. According to pharmacology, it should be effective for you."

This made the Sword Sect leader look slightly stunned, frowned, stared at the medicine soup, and nodded slightly.

This is indeed the smell of thousand-year-old medicinal materials...

"Why did they send precious medicine?" But the old sect leader was still puzzled.

He knew that Daxuan and Dayan had reached some cooperation, but it was not long, and the first batch of materials had not been delivered yet. What's more, how precious is this thousand-year-old precious medicine? How many other materials are equivalent?

Daxuan's thousand-year-old precious medicine is still in short supply, and it is not even worth it in Dayan.

This question made the female doctor look strange, with thoughts and doubts in her eyes, and finally answered truthfully.

"A senior from Wanbao Pavilion said that this is a dowry for his son-in-law, who is from Dayan..."

Well, after this was said, the three people were confused together.

But the leader of the Sword Sect finally took the white jade bottle and put it in his pocket.

"I have accepted the things of the Taoist sect. The medicinal soup is still effective. Don't waste it on me. Divide it."

Many soldiers were injured in the dragon-turning incident today, and they should need it more.

After saying that, the Sword Sect leader may have felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, and at this moment he glanced at Zhou Xuanyuan behind him and said with a smile.

"I don't know which guy is so lucky to have a thousand-year-old precious medicine as a dowry. Zhou Xuanyuan, you should also learn from it. When can you bring back such a rich dowry for your master."

Zhou Xuanyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he did not respond, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

The old Sword Sect leader noticed this scene just now and smiled lightly.

"That's right, my disciple, one thousand-year-old precious medicine is not enough, at least... four or five."

That's what he said, but if a woman really took four or five thousand-year-old medicinal herbs to exchange for Zhou Xuanyuan, the old leader would think that he would break his legs and give them to his disciple.

After all, Zhou Xuanyuan is a man, he doesn't feel sorry for him.

Chuntao in front of him hesitated for a moment, and finally added in a low voice.

"The senior from Wanbao Pavilion gave not only one plant...but more than 20 thousand-year-old precious medicines, and several hundred-year-old medicinal materials..."

This statement directly defeated the arrogance in Zhou Xuanyuan's eyes, and also made the old sect master look stunned.

Zhou Xuanyuan didn't say anything, but the old sect master really wanted to ask a question in his heart.

Does that family still need a son-in-law?

After sending Chuntao away, the sword sect master sighed and finally pulled his thoughts back.

The atmosphere changed slightly, and the sword sect master asked lightly without looking back.

"Now, how many beasts have passed Yangguan?"

A hoarse voice came from behind.

"Two demon kings of the sixth realm, one of them has been injured by your master, I think... maybe it won't cause too many problems"

"Don't talk nonsense." The sword sect master waved his hand impatiently.

"The other one is a green rain heron. It crossed Yangguan regardless of everything. Just like the other purple rain heron earlier, it flew high in the sky. The distance was too high for us to stop it."

"Hehe, that's a pair." The old sect master's eyes shone with a gleam of brilliance, but the brilliance then turned gloomy.

There are two six-level demon kings in total, plus the purple jade heron a few days ago, there are three six-level demon kings in total.

The three six-level demon kings have now crossed Yangguan and gone to the rear.

But I can't split them up.

"How many six-level demon kings are there in the demon clan? Half a year ago, there were only six six-level demon kings, but now there are several more. But at this time, the old Taoist can't contact them."

The words were extremely heavy.

This is simply a dead end.

Although the military towns in the rear are protected by formations, a single six-level demon king may not be able to capture it for a while, but what if they pick on the weak?

Villages, towns, towns...

These places are not protected by formations.

Besides, why did the beasts of the demon race suddenly go crazy this month and insist on passing Yangguan?

What are they for?

But the Sword Sect Master is powerless to stop all this, and can't think of the result.

The fact before him is an extremely embarrassing situation.

There are more than six demons in the sixth realm.

In addition, the leader of the sixth realm of the sect also lost contact half a month ago.

It is equivalent to that Da Yan now has only the Sword Sect Master, a practitioner in the sixth realm.

Although he is at the peak of the sixth realm, he was able to fight three people alone before, but he couldn't stand the demon race because there are so many people.

If you can't beat him, why don't you run away?

It is not easy to decide life and death between the six realms in a short time, not to mention that he has to guard this line of defense and can't exert his full strength at all.

The old master feels very aggrieved, really aggrieved.

He clearly believed that he was not inferior to any demon king, but the other party ran directly to Beiyuan because he could not beat him. If he chased him, he could definitely kill a few demon kings if he was determined.

But as soon as he left, other demon kings invaded the border defense line.

He could only defend.

Today, it was like this.

Several new demon kings appeared.

It happened that the earth dragon turned over, and the formation above Yangguan was damaged. He was distracted and was ambushed by a beast that was not as good as him.

Then he let the two demon beasts go.

If this continues, the momentum will plummet.

The old sect master showed a trace of determination in his eyes, and then took out the white jade bottle from before, poured out one of the pills, and swallowed it.

His pale face was slightly ruddy at this moment, and he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, but he had already made up his mind.

No matter what, he had to kill the two demon kings first to kill the beasts.