Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Zhu Luhai, Zongquan Island.

The clouds on Zongquan Island are flying and the water vapor is moist. The bronze altar stands tall with complex patterns, carved with various patterns of rain, fog and thunder, and the colors of bluestone, copper and iron shine brightly.

Li Qinghong has been practicing here for more than ten years. It was inconvenient to come and go, so he sent Zongyan to build another altar here, so that the people on the island could get some rewards.

She stood up slowly, thunder flowed from the jade armor, and lightning flashed from the various bronze and silver statues around her, spraying towards her body and flowing down from the jade sleeves at her wrists.

Li Qinghong practiced in seclusion here for more than ten years. Over the past ten years, his strength has gradually grown and his aura has become more refined.

When water falls and thunder rises overseas, the thunder is in full swing. Li Qinghong also has the blessing of the Dharma altar. From time to time, he goes out to search for thunder and interact with the thunder pool in his body. These more than ten years have yielded twice the result with half the effort, which is worth more than thirty years of practice in Shanghai. He is only in the later stage of foundation building. step.

After gathering her magic power, she stepped out of the thunder. Standing under the altar was a young man, about twenty years old, who also practiced thunder magic. He stood quietly with a gun in his hand. When he saw Li Qinghong stepping down from the thunder, he bowed:

"Junior has met my aunt."

"Accept."

Li Qinghong nodded slightly. This junior was also a child of Zhongmai. He practiced the thunder method and had been with her, guarding islands overseas, and borrowing the altar to assist in his practice.

Li Cheng was a taciturn person and didn't say much. He raised his hands and congratulated:

"Congratulations to my aunt on her great progress in cultivation."

He only said these words. Li Qinghong nodded slightly and pointed out his cultivation. Then he took off in the wind and flew out of the island.

‘Counting the time, the spiritual thunder will also come down. ’

Li Qinghong has used this altar to collect spiritual thunder many times. Although he cannot identify the names of places and seas, he cannot often get them in his hands. He goes to the sea from time to time and occasionally gains something.

Li Qinghong rode out of the wind, stepped on the thunder, and flew all the way north. The thunder-patterned mysterious bottle tied around his waist was dazzling.

The Xuanwen bottle contained eleven thunderbolts, but it was still stable and solid. The cracked lines that looked like thunder on the surface were even more shining. It contained translucent thunderbolts, and the lavender thunderlights floated up and down, which was truly astonishing.

Over the years, she has become more and more familiar with this altar.

The twelve surrounding statues each represent an area. It seems that in ancient times, the subordinates of thunder were divided. Whichever direction the thunder falls from, it belongs to that family.

The dragon-shaped statue in the southeast is the most active and provides the most information. Most of the thunder she has obtained over the years is from the southeast.

She flew in the air for a while, and was about to turn to the southeast when she suddenly looked back and saw a ray of light rising above Zongquan Island, and the jade talisman on her wrist gave off a burst of warm light.

Li Qinghong would leave a jade talisman when she left Zongquan Island, just in case something happened to the island when she left. However, her magic power was not long-lived, and she had not learned this technique specifically. This jade talisman can only take effect within a month or two. .

‘What is this…it’s a good thing we didn’t go far. ’

Li Qinghong turned around with thunder and quickly hurried back to the island. He saw that Li Cheng had already been waiting in front of the formation, passed Zong Yan and others, stepped forward and bowed, and transmitted the message using a secret method:

"Auntie, Third Uncle has entered the battle and was seriously injured."

‘Xizhi! ’

Li Qinghong's heart skipped a beat, and without saying anything else, he immediately rode the wind and passed through the formation. Zong Yan and others only had time to open their mouths before she disappeared like lightning.

Li Qinghong entered the cave and saw Li Xizhi sitting cross-legged, with a face like gold paper, and colored light flowing from his body to resolve his injuries. Li Qinghong quickly raised the formation, broke a few spiritual stones, and exited the formation.

Li Chengzheng was waiting in front of the formation and whispered:

"Auntie... Third uncle hid his body, called me out with his jade pendant, and then took the opportunity to sneak into the formation. No one on the island knows about it except me."

After hearing this, Li Qinghong reasoned in his mind, looked a little ugly, and whispered:

"Something must have happened. You should keep the news secret and don't let others know that Zhi'er is here."

Li Cheng nodded and slowly exited. When he disappeared, Li Qinghong shook his head slightly and began to think silently.

…

Qingchi Mountain.

The bell on Qingchi Mountain rang three times, and the rosy cloud boat brought out brilliant brilliance. Its huge colorful wings floated and flew back from all directions.

After the fall of Zi Mansion, the monks who were guarding all over the place were recalled. Some monks who had not been in the sect for many years also showed their faces, either from the East China Sea, from Southern Xinjiang, or even from the North Sea.

"Yuanwu has fallen..."

Li Xuanfeng rode the wind and paused in the air, turned around twice in the white mist, and landed on the top of the peak. The Ning family all stood neatly. Li Xuanfeng looked up and saw that the green mountains in all directions were still green, not as golden as the rumors. .

When the news came back, it was said that the gold and iron that fell in the peak was enough to bury several people. Now, the gold and iron that filled the mountains and plains after Yuan Wu's death had already been collected and taken into the sect.

When Ning Heyuan learned about this, he couldn't stop laughing, and even made a joke, saying that Yuanwu Peak would not need to take gold and iron from the sect within a hundred years, and would just use Yuanwu.

Li Xuanfeng listened to the Ning family laughing, but he was still thinking secretly in his heart:

‘We can take action on the lake, but I don’t know what will happen on the other side of Xi Zhi. ’

He waited for a moment, and soon the Ning family members dispersed into the peak. This was [Dongquan Peak], which was originally ranked among the thirty-six peaks, but the elements were never managed, and all the outstanding Ning family members went there. He went to southern Xinjiang, so his reputation was not obvious.

When Li Xuanfeng entered the hall, he saw the elemental sitting upright. There was no one around, and they obviously didn't dare to hang out in front of him. Only Li Xuanfeng, dressed in gold armor, bowed before him.

"I've seen a real person."

The elemental expression was incomprehensible, he lowered his head and glanced at him, and whispered:

"Yuanwu died cleanly. Come with me to meet the Chi family."

Li Xuanfeng was slightly suspicious and did not dare to say anything. He nodded and stood up. Following the elements, he walked out of the palace. Standing in front of the palace door was a tall middle-aged man named Ning Hejing.

Ning Hejing is the clan brother of Ning Heyuan and Ning Hemian. He is one of the few monks from the Ning family who remains in the sect. He is the master of Yuanxing Peak and has a good personal relationship with Chi Zhiyun.

Chi Buzi was Chi Zhiyun's great ancestor, and Chi Zhiyun's family was the maternal clan of Ning Hejing. The two had grown up and their interests were closely linked, but it was not an exaggeration to say they were brothers.

Now he cupped his hands, and Ning Hejing said to the element:

"Master, please go to the main hall."

Yuan Yuan nodded lightly and flew into the wind. Ning Hejing only nodded slightly with Ning Heyuan and others beside him. Without even a smile, he remained in the same position, leading Yuan Yuan and several direct relatives of the Ning family. The wind picks up.

Ning Heyuan's expression was gloomy for a moment, but soon returned to normal. The expressions of several younger members of the Ning family behind him were equally ugly, and they were obviously dissatisfied with Ning Hejing's actions.

Ning Hejing, however, showed no mercy to them and only showed kindness to Li Xuanfeng. Li Xuanfeng nodded in return and rode the wind together to the main hall of Qingchi.

In this hall, clouds and fog gather, and the air curls up, there is a big golden bell in the middle. It must have been the sound of the bell ringing just now. There is a person standing next to the golden magic weapon. He looks middle-aged and looks like a member of the Chi family.

There is a person standing at the top, with colorful robes and a sword on his waist. He must be Chi Zhiyun, the leader of Qingchi Sect. Looking at the similar appearance of these two people, the person in the audience must be Chi Zhiyun's younger brother. Smoked.

It was the first time for Li Xuanfeng to see Chi Zhiyun, but he was no stranger to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a slight movement in his heart.

After all, the reputation of his own swordsman was bestowed by this man. When Chi Zhiyun was still the young sect master, he was the one who supervised Li Chijing's trip to southern Xinjiang. Counting the time, seventy or eighty years have passed.

Chi Zhiyun is now in the late stage of foundation building, and he has mastered many secret techniques. His face is full of spiritual energy and majestic. He must have taken a lot of precious medicine, and he looks majestic when he stands on top.

"I've met the sect leader!"

All the monks saluted, but Chi Zhiyun was busy saluting the elements first and said respectfully:

"I've seen the real element."

Yuan Yu waved his hand and lowered his head slightly to the middle tablet, even if he had bowed to Yuanwu. Then everyone in the Ning family bowed one by one. Chi Zhiyun watched with cold eyes. When the process was completed, he bowed to Ning and Jingshi. He winked.

Ning Hejing looked at Ning Heyuan and said in a deep voice:

"Stand back."

Ning Heyuan's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he turned to look at the real person's face. Seeing Yuan Yuan's unconscious expression, he could only lead the person out silently.

Although this scene was short, Li Xuanfeng knew what he was seeing. After everyone left, Yuan Yue said:

"Where is Senior Sui Guan?"

When he mentioned the name, Chi Zhiyun tightened his hand on the hilt of the sword slightly, smiled on his face, and whispered:

"The real divine dragon sees its head but not its tail, traveling through the void, traveling to and from the sea and overseas. Of course we, the younger generation, don't know."

As he said these words, the jade talisman on his waist swayed slightly, making Li Xuanfeng's pupils dilate slightly and he lowered his head silently.

This jade talisman couldn't be more familiar. He relied on this talisman to kill many people overseas. He tied dozens of storage bags to this jade talisman. Now when he saw it, it was hanging on Chi Zhiyun's waist. superior.

"Is it a warning... or a hint."

Li Xuanfeng was looking at Chi Zhiyun, but the young sect leader of the Qingchi Sect was also secretly observing him.

"Li Chijing's nephew."

Of course Chi Zhiyun remembered that young man back then. Eighty years had passed in a blink of an eye, and he had never forgotten that sword. Every time he took out the sword to practice, he would always see the breeze and the bright moon blowing in front of his face. He would stop to think and silently recall.

Later, his cultivation level became higher and higher, and his swordsmanship and spells became more and more sophisticated. Chi Zhiyun was no longer the same Chi Zhiyun who was rushing to practice his cultivation level at the beginning, but he still felt that that sword was so amazing that it made him feel ashamed. Use sword sparingly.

"With such an uncle, it's no wonder that there are such nephews!"

The Li Xuanfeng in front of him had much sharper features and eyes than that boy back then. He was fierce and fierce, and the armor on his body was full of blood. It was almost like a sword that was so easy to use that people wanted to keep it.

He had taken many precious medicines, so he still looked much younger. Li Xuanfeng looked like an old man, and Chi Zhiyun still retained his middle-aged look. After a slight daze, Yuan Yuan finally spoke:

"Sui Guan wants to take you to watch the ceremony?"

Chi Zhiyun quickly came to his senses, cupped his hands in reply, and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, that's right!"

Yuan Yuan nodded, pointed at Li Xuanfeng, and said:

"Everyone in my clan is useless, so I will only take this junior with me. If there is a chance, we can have a good communication with you."

Ning Hejing on the side was scolded inexplicably and did not dare to say anything. After all, he was only at the early stage of foundation building and his talent was not as good as that of his younger brothers. He also knew Li Xuanfeng's reputation and accepted it silently.

Chi Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted. A kind smile appeared on his face, and he nodded:

"I will obey the orders of the real person."

Yuan Yuan nodded and drifted away with Li Xuanfeng, leaving the three of them standing in the hall. Ning Hejing stood in the corner. Chi Zhiyan, who had always been silent, finally spoke, with a sinister look on his face, and whispered:

"This is Li Xuanfeng!"

Chi Zhiyan's face was quite similar to Chi Zhiyun's, but he looked more feminine and cunning, and said coldly:

"What kind of conspiracy did Li Chijing defeat his eldest brother back then... Everyone in the clan hates the Li family very much... Some people have been dissatisfied with him for a long time! When Yuan Yuan dies..."

"Burning smoke!!"

Chi Zhiyun quickly stopped him and cursed:

"You are so brave!"

Chi Zhiyan had no choice but to shut up and remain silent. Chi Zhiyun stepped down with a gloomy face and said coldly:

"How many times have I told you! Li Chijing defeated me with his sword in an upright manner. This is not something that is unspeakable. It's only when you keep vague and coy like this that you look like a defeated dog!"

Seeing Chi Zhiyan curl his lips, he shouted coldly:

"You...! I gave up in the light and did not harm the Li family afterwards. This is how I saved my face. If you people in your clan are so careless about the head and tail, and do mischief on the Yuan family's side, you are putting me at risk." On the grill!”

After hearing this, Chi Zhiyan shut up silently, looking a little embarrassed.

Chi Zhiyun really didn't take the fact that he was defeated by Li Chijing into his mind. How many people in Jiangnan have cultivated sword intent so far? If he loses, he loses. He never bothers to play those tricks.

What's more, as the situation of his sect leader became more and more embarrassing, Chi Zhiyun turned over and over again and couldn't find anyone available, and instead felt a little regretful:

"If the ancestor had not harmed Li Chijing... how many more capable assistants would I have in my hands now?! Li Chijing is unparalleled in sharpness, and his mind is also first-rate. If I could get his help, I wouldn't have to be These idiots are causing them to lose their minds!"

"What's more! What's more, there are Li Tongya, Li Xuanfeng, and even that Li Xizhi, all of whom can use their hands to guard one side... Why are there just these few idiots in our hands today..."

Chi Zhiyun sighed, but suddenly found that his brother beside him had lost his voice. He looked back and saw that his expression was in a trance. He was shocked and asked:

"What did you do again!"

Chi Zhiyan was distracted because of his words about "harming the Li family" and was upset by his brother. He was a little embarrassed and could only whisper:

"It's nothing..."

Chi Zhiyun looked at him carefully and asked coldly:

"He Jing...the spiritual bell has rung six times. Has Li Xizhi been ordered to return to the clan?"

Ning Hejing recalled it carefully for a while, shook his head and said:

"No."

Chi Zhiyun's heart thumped and he became furious and cursed:

"You bastard! I can still use Li Xizhi if I keep him! If you kill him like this, there are still a few people in the sect who can make you stronger!"

"You're really going to hurt me!"