"Let's go!"
Fang Yuan returned to the sword hut and had nothing to do. He just took the stone slab he took from Qingyang Jianchi's sword hut and jumped on the back of the red luan bird. The red luan didn't need his orders. With a clear cry, it flew into the air. With its wings spread, it was more than ten feet long. I don’t know if it’s because this Luan is a spirit body, or for some other reason, but even in the wind and snow of the ninth snow line, it was not greatly affected, and it was able to successfully fly through the wind and snow. .
If the real Red Luan came, it would probably be torn into pieces by the wind and snow, but it only trembled slightly, then stirred up the wind and snow with its wings, and flew straight towards the south. It seemed to be on target. One direction will only fly to one place.
Since he can fly, his speed is naturally very fast. It took Fang Yuan an unknown amount of time to reach the ninth snow line in this snowfield, but now he has saved a lot of time. The red Luan shadow moves like a sharp edge across the nine skies of the snowfield. , pointed straight towards the south, and saw the boundless wind and snow being left behind by it. In just a few days, it had passed the ninth snow line, and then the eighth.
A few days later, Fang Yuan had arrived at the seventh snow line. Here, he used his spiritual consciousness to guide it and flew it straight to the west. In a short time, he had reached a snow cliff. , and also saw the Liujue Palace hidden under the snow cliff.
"Who is coming?"
There was silence inside the Liujue Palace, but outside the Liujue Palace, on top of a snowy ridge, someone was shouting loudly.
"You should know who I am!"
Fang Yuan jumped up from Hong Luan's back and stood in the snow, his green robe swaying and flying in the wind. He turned his head and looked in that direction and recognized the man on the snow ridge. It was near the third snow line that the representative of Chengtian Sword Dao met him and presented him with the initial level of Chengtian Sword Code and a person from the Bone Altar, whom they had already met once.
That man naturally recognized Fang Yuan, but he couldn't believe his eyes and even became extremely nervous.
"You actually dare to come to my Six Jue Palace?"
As soon as he raised his right arm, countless black figures rushed into the distance in the dark, looking for something.
Ten years ago, his young master, the four elders, and a group of Chengtian Sword Masters all went to the snowy plains, and finally returned injured. The four elders and the masters of all walks of life never returned. It is said that they are related to the leader of the Six Paths. In the hearts of everyone in Chengtian Sword Dao, they all regarded this person as a traitor, and they wanted to eat his bones and blood. However, in these ten years, they knew that this person was behind the ninth snow line, but because he was behind the ninth snow line, The wind and snow were too scary, and because the Sword Washing Pond was approaching every step of the way, they never went in to look for him.
Even before that, they even abandoned the Six Jue Palace because they were worried that the Xi Jian Chi would get the location of the Six Jue Palace through him.
It was only in the past ten years that Xijianchi had not sent troops to Liujue Palace, so they felt relieved and sent some people back to guard it. However, not long after, they suddenly saw the person whom Chengtian Sword Dao hated the most. How can we not be surprised when people appear here
For a moment, I was worried that he had brought someone from the Sword Washing Pool to attack, so I naturally had to investigate quickly.
Facing the surprised and suspicious gaze of this old friend from Xijianchi, Fang Yuan looked calm and said calmly: "Young leader, please come out and meet me!"
"Do you still want to see the young master?"
The man's face immediately filled with anger, and at the same time he glanced around even more nervously and shouted: "Young Master is no longer here!"
Fang Yuan couldn't help but frowned, and said calmly: "I don't believe he is willing to stay away. Even if he is not here, he must be nearby. Just invite him over. Fang Yuan has something to tell him. If he really doesn't want to If you show up, then Fang will leave!"
The man's face suddenly turned ugly, and he wanted to speak again, but suddenly a burst of laughter rang out in the Liujue Palace.
As the laughter rang out, a shadow flew up from the top of Liujue Palace, and gradually changed, but it turned out to be the appearance of Young Master Chengtian. His eyes faintly swept over Fang Yuan's face, looking towards the ugly faces around him. The Chengtian Sword Dao people waved their hands, indicating that they should not panic, and then looked at Fang Yuan calmly, and said with a low smile: "Fellow Daoist Fang came to see me, why did you come to see me?"
Fang Yuan glanced at him and didn't say much, just took out a scroll.
Hengzai glanced at it in his hand, then pushed lightly with his left palm, sending the scroll to Young Master Chengtian.
The face of Young Master Chengtian changed slightly, and a sword energy held the scroll in the air. His voice was slightly cold and he said, "What is this?"
"It's hard for you to endure not seeing me for ten years!"
Fang Yuan said: "But I have to come to see you first. Ten years ago, you came to me to ask for the method of perfecting sword intent. I gave you some advice, but looking at your appearance now, you should not be able to react. , but it’s okay, in the past ten years, I have deduced all kinds of methods thoroughly, and the method you want to achieve the sword intention, and even the sword method after the sword intention is achieved, are all here!"
After hearing these words, Young Master Chengtian was stunned: "What did you say?"
Just now, I was quite worried, thinking that with Fang Yuan's temperament, he probably wouldn't bring anyone here to wash the sword pool. However, after listening to Fang Yuan's words, he suddenly felt worried. He waved his hand secretly, and immediately a dozen more people ran away. Go to the periphery to check if there are any enemies...
Fang Yuan could see what he was thinking, so he just smiled lightly and said, "You will know if it is true or false after seeing it!"
After saying that, he flew onto the Red Luan, and a red light shot straight into the void in the south.
Young Master Chengtian had been holding back his words for a long time, but he didn't expect Fang Yuan to go so fast, and his eyes were extremely surprised.
He had already raised one hand, but he did not lower it until Fang Yuan left.
The masters of Chengtian Sword Dao who were dormant in the darkness around them had no choice but to calmly put away their murderous intentions.
After hesitating for a long time, he opened the scroll and glanced at the contents inside. However, the more he looked at it, the more he thought about it. The more he looked at it, the uglier it became. At the end, he closed the scroll with a "whoosh" , the breath became a bit thicker.
"Young Master, within a thousand miles, there is no trace of the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool..."
Someone checked the surrounding areas and hurriedly came back to report to him. His eyes looked strangely at the scroll in the young master's hand.
Somewhat surprised: "Could it be that this person really doesn't intend to harm me, Chengtian Sword Art, when he comes here?"
The young leader of Chengtian Sword Dao gave a bitter smile and said, "Don't worry, he won't be harmful to us this time..."
The surrounding Chengtian Sword Dao monks heard this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I heard the young master of Chengtian Swordsman smile bitterly: "He thought of a better way to destroy me, Chengtian Swordsman..."
"ah?"
The evil sword cultivators around him were stunned when they heard this.
But Young Master Chengtian said no more, carefully put away the scroll, and said: "I want to see my father!"
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The red luan spread its wings, flew away from the Liujue Palace, and flew rapidly over the snowy field.
Now, the further away from the ninth snow line of the endless bitter cold and howling wind, the faster the speed of the red luan, and correspondingly, the probability of encountering a cultivator becomes greater and greater. Fang Yuan Shi He has not yet left the ninth snow line. Naturally, he does not know that the outside is no longer what it used to be. Overtly or covertly, there are many more disciples of Xijianchi who have spies on him. Ever since he first left the ninth snow line, this news has It had already been known to the Sword Washing Pond, and then the news spread everywhere, quickly spreading outward.
"Fellow Taoist Fang Yuan, please stop!"
Just as Fang Yuan sat down in Hongluan, and one day later, when he came to the Wuxue Mountain area, the third snow line, he was shocked to see that a terrifying sword formation had been set up here, and above the sword formation, there were enough Nine white-robed disciples stood in the sky. In the sword formation, there were still black shadows. Their auras were terrifying, but they were all black-robed disciples with good cultivation. They guarded this airspace tightly.
The red luan stopped for a moment and hung in the air. Fang Yuan raised his head and looked at the nine white robes and said, "You still want to stop me?"
Among the people in white robes, a man who seemed to be more calm said in a deep voice: "In the past ten years, you have learned the sword in the depths of the snowfield. Instead of disturbing you, my sword washing pool has helped you solve it." You have caused a lot of trouble, but I didn’t expect that you would meet with the evil sword monk as soon as you came out of seclusion for ten years. How can we safely let you leave in the sword washing pool?"
After hearing this, Fang Yuan frowned slightly and did not answer.
The white robe said in a deep voice: "I can't tell you. Due to emotion and reason, you should come with us to see the sword head!"
Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "No time, no interest!"
The face of the white robe was a little ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "We are acting under orders and don't want to get too entangled with you, but I think you should understand that now we have nine white robes and eighty-one black robes. This Heaven-Sealing Sword Formation has been waiting for you here for ten years. Not even the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal could have expected to break through it so easily. You’d better not ask for trouble and come with us!”
When the person next to him heard this, he also said coldly: "Yes, if you have not entered the evil path, why are you afraid of seeing the sword head in my sword washing pool?"
Listening to their loud shouts, Fang Yuan's face became a little unhappy.
He thought for a while, raised his head, and said calmly: "It's reasonable for you to be worried, but I have two things to say!"
The white robes looked at each other, and one of them shouted coldly: "What are you talking about?"
"First, if I want to prove that I have not fallen into evil ways, there are many ways, and I don't have to go see the sword head of Xi Jianchi!"
When these words came out in a low voice, he had already gently patted the neck of Hong Luan who was sitting next to him.
The red luan got the order, and with a clear cry, it spread its wings and flew forward.
Fang Yuan also raised his head at this time, and all the emotions suddenly faded away from his eyes, leaving only the extremely condensed cold light. At the same time, his voice also became indifferent, just like It is describing something irrefutable.
"Second, even if you can stop Yuanying Sword Immortal, you can't stop me!"
Alas, I saw that many readers wanted to have a harem, and I thought so too, but... With Fang Yuan’s personality, it’s unlikely that he would have a harem, right? …… …… …… …… …… …… …… …… ……
(End of chapter)