The old steward standing behind Long Xiangtian not far away smiled slightly and waved his hand. He placed a fish basket aside and slowly stepped away without any hesitation. After all, Long Xiangtian would be fishing for quite some time, so he could use this time to manage the situation in the camp.
At this time, the guards not far away stood under the clear sky, looking at the incomparably blue existence, and had no idea what was beyond the sky. After all, their strength might be just like this in their lifetime, so there was no way they could make any breakthroughs.
The green grass around was very low, and the horses were eating grass leisurely. I don't know what it smelled like, but it was so fragrant. The old steward smiled bitterly without saying a word. He walked calmly to the tent not far away. With a wave of his hand, he opened the door of the tent, walked in, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and began to prepare for cultivation.
As time passed slowly, Long Xiangtian had caught nearly a dozen fish, all of which were plump and active, splashing back and forth in the fish basket. It was a pity that the fish basket was like a cage, not giving them any chance at all.
“Hualala!~”
When the wind blew, ripples appeared on the surface of the river, and the fishing rod moved again in a trance. Then, Long Xiangtian smiled and took the fish and threw it into the fish basket beside him. He stood up and took the fish basket. He walked to the camp step by step, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "This fish is not bad. You can cook it and make soup."
Long Xiangtian said this without any hesitation. He turned around and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already far away. In a daze, when he looked at the surrounding environment at this time, Long Xiangtian came directly to the hillside at this time calmly, moved the long sword in his hand, and began to dance continuously.
In fact, to be honest, Long Xiangtian was looking at the surrounding environment with some surprise at this time, and couldn't help but sigh slightly. You know, the Jian Qingzong hasn't come to hunt him down for many years, and he doesn't know what's going on, but he always feels that it's a little weird and too calm.
After a moment of hesitation, he was about to leave when he saw that the camp below had already started to make a commotion. Six young men, wearing a kind of sect clothing that Long Xiangtian had never seen before, looked at the guards around him in confusion and said, "We, the people of Pingguang Sect, have been fetching water here for hundreds of years, and we have never heard anyone say that the existence of a God here would disallow us to come. I say, please stop making trouble, okay?"
Standing on the hillside, Long Xiangtian, dressed in white, listened to what they said. He sighed slightly, smiled, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let them fetch water, don't stop them. After all, we are the guests and they are the hosts."
"Yes!" The guards said this respectfully while bowing and clasping their fists. Seeing that Long Xiangtian didn't say anything at this time, he turned around and walked away. He followed the road and came to the intersection not far away. He put away the sword in his hand and returned to the camp. In his right hand, he held a pot of wine and shook his head calmly.
As time passed slowly, he suddenly felt as if he felt a slight chill enveloping him. Although he was a little confused, he still began to look around him. Suddenly he discovered that the surroundings at this time had turned into a world of ice and snow, very beautiful. A man walked over with a sword in his hand. He was wearing the clothes of Jian Xuanzong, not Jian Qingzong. However, he looked very familiar. After all, he was once a member of Jian Qingzong, so he knew something about it.
Long Xiangtian smiled indifferently, looked at the man and said, "So, the old immortal from Jian Qing Sect didn't decide not to kill me, but he changed his target?"
"Hehe, that's right. So, you will definitely die." The man said this with a slight smile on his face. Suddenly, he saw the sword in Long Xiangtian's hand move. In an instant, the surroundings seemed to turn into a world of swords. Then, he saw the ice and snow at this time began to fight continuously.
Time passed slowly. Long Xiangtian smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "No, you are still too weak."
"Hahaha, is that so? I just used my weakest fighting method to fight you, and the next step will be normal." The man with cold light said this with a slight smile on his face, and then he waved his hand. As soon as the sword in his hand moved, thousands of ice and snow separated and instantly entered the sword in his hand, and instantly killed towards Long Xiangtian.
Standing in place, watching this man rushing towards him, Long Xiangtian smiled and waved his hand. Seeing the thousands of sword energies around him gathered directly on one sword, he immediately raised the sword into the air and instantly touched the tip of the man's sword. Then, looking at this man at this time, he was in a trance, and all his strength suddenly burst out, because he believed in the sword in his hand.
Long Xiangtian still held the sword in his hand indifferently, moving forward little by little, slowly advancing, and slowly, he directly cut off the sword in the man's hand, and pierced the man's chest with a very frivolous sword. At this moment, the man smiled slightly and said, "This is just a wisp of ice and snow of mine."
In a trance, he just watched the snowflakes not far away, which instantly turned into men, holding swords and killing towards Long Xiangtian. At this moment, Long Xiangtian took it seriously, because this man had the ability to kill enemies across levels, and he was not weak.