"Did you hear? A fight has started!"
"The fighting has started, the fighting has started again!"
"The war has reignited!"
Halfway up the Danfeng Mountain, twelve Danfeng disciples who had just passed the alchemy practice and obtained the Danshui and Danhuo this year were walking together towards the forbidden area at the top of the Danfeng Mountain.
They chatted as they walked.
"There's internal strife in the Wuyin Sword Sect. Alchemists and sword practitioners are fighting each other." A well-informed male disciple boasted loudly, "Sword practitioners have always been arrogant and arrogant. They have long been fed up with outside alchemists. It's only a matter of time before they start fighting."
"How can an alchemist defeat a sword cultivator?" a female disciple asked puzzled.
"Of course there are sword cultivators who are helping..." someone explained, "Sword cultivators also need elixirs, and one day they will ask the alchemists for help. As time goes by, there must be many sword cultivators who have been bribed by the alchemists."
Someone raised another question: "There is a question I don't understand. I heard that the alchemist of Wuyin Sword Sect is the alchemist of Zhishen Valley who was destroyed by our Daojian Sect. They were not originally from Wuyin Sword Sect, so why did they go to Wuyin Sword Sect to suffer?"
"Maybe he needs shelter and is afraid of being wiped out by us."
"When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? The Zhishen Valley is destroyed. Those alchemists have no support. Where else can they go if not to the Wuyin Sword Sect?"
"Why not come to our Danfeng? They were defeated by us, so they should be accepted into Danfeng... Watch the fire for us, be medicine boys, and serve tea and water. Hehe!"
"Bah! You wish. If there is a good-looking alchemist, I have to try him first."
The building gradually tilted.
And just at this moment…
“Buzz!”
“Buzz!”
“Buzz!”
Suddenly, an alarm sounded above Daojianmen!
The Danfeng disciples had just reached the top of the peak, and when they stood in front of the forbidden cloud and mist and looked back, they saw disciples on the Jianfeng Peak flying out on swords, and disciples on the Qifeng Peak riding on clouds and mist, just like a beehive being disturbed and a swarm of bees leaving the nest. They all flew towards the main peak.
"What is this for?" someone asked in surprise.
"Gather your forces!" someone replied.
"Gathering fighting forces?"
A thinker stepped out of the crowd and said in a deep voice: "The Infinite Sword Sect is in turmoil. We must take advantage of the situation and attack while the fire is burning!"
"Daojian Sect is going to join the war?" Someone suddenly realized and asked, "Why didn't we at Danfeng receive any news of the assembly?!"
"What can you do?" someone replied unhappily, "How strong are you?"
"I... I am also a cultivator after all! In the foundation building stage! A cultivator in the foundation building stage is also a cultivator!"
“The initial stage of foundation building? You don’t even know how to refine the Qi-restoring Pill?” Seeing the sword cultivators and Qi cultivators from Jianfeng and Qi peak flying up in the air and landing in a dashing and handsome manner, as if they were immortals flying in the sky and escaping the earth, the Danfeng disciples were so envious that their eyes widened.
"What kind of elixir are you refining?!" someone sighed.
Is flying with a sword not cool? Or is hitting people with magic weapons not cool
The crowd was silent, and no one objected for a moment.
After a while, everyone landed on the main peak. No one was flying in the sky. The Danfeng disciples lowered their heads in disappointment. The crowd rustled, but no one spoke. They turned around silently and walked towards the forbidden cloud.
The disciples of Danfeng, as alchemists, don’t they know the importance of alchemy? Don’t they know the respected status of alchemists
Of course they know.
But the same thing goes, everyone knows that the nanny is important, but who doesn’t want to be the warrior who charges into battle and performs gorgeous operations
Seeing others fighting against each other while he can only stand behind, the mentality of the young disciple who has just entered the path of alchemy is more or less subtle.
They passed through the mist passage and came to the lawn. Suddenly, they saw the First Lady with her left hand on her waist and her right hand pointing a sword at the Danfeng King. She cursed fiercely, "Why are you joining in the fun? The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, chaotic, dangerous and cruel. You can lose your life if you are not careful! Do you really think you have nine lives? It's fine if you go, but you want to take Li An with you?!"
All the disciples smelled the lively atmosphere and stood still in tacit understanding. They turned their eyes together and saw that next to the Danfeng King who was squatting there, there was a little boy of about eight or nine years old standing obediently with his hands behind his back and his head lowered.
They all recognized him; he was the Little Devil King of Danfeng.
Except in front of the first wife, he is a naughty guy who is not afraid of anything, even the King of Hell would pull two of his beards.
King Danfeng leaned back and squinted his eyes, saying with a flattering smile: "Are you still unsure of my strength? I will definitely ensure your safety!"
"When did you fail to make a promise?!" Li Shiyin thrust her sword forward, pointing it at Zhuifeng's forehead, refusing to move away. "When did you not come back beaten to death?"
"Putting aside the injuries, just tell me whether we won the fight or not!" Zhuifeng replied, "For boys, getting injured is nothing."
"Injured? This time we're on the battlefield! It's different!"
"Dad has agreed. Let me go and take a look." Zhuifeng tried to reason, "In such a lively battle, we from Danfeng should at least have a sense of participation! After all, we are also part of Daojianmen."
"Sense of participation? This is all that guy's plan, isn't it enough to feel involved?" Li Shiyin slapped Zhuifeng's big head with the ridge of the sword, "If I say no, then no! I have the final say on this matter!"
Zhuifeng lowered his voice: "We have to inspect the results..."
"He's right over there!" Li Shiyin said, "Why do you need to get involved?"
"Oh, it's different!"
"What's the difference? You just like to play!" Li Shiyin scolded the two guys, and suddenly saw the rows of disciples watching the show beside the formation cloud mist. He raised his sword and shouted, "What are you looking at? Why don't you go to class?!"
“So fierce!”
The disciples were startled and hurriedly lowered their heads, walked quickly across the grass, crossed the small bridge over the river, and came to the outside of the research building.
They opened their eyes and saw the chief standing outside the research building, looking up into the distance. The chief, who was always gentle and amiable, had a complicated look in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing them coming, the chief withdrew his gaze, smiled faintly, and his eyes became gentle again.
"Are you here?" the chief asked them.
The disciples bowed and said, "Master!"
"Let's go to class!" The abbot turned around and walked into the research building. "Today we will learn about acupuncture points."
"Yes." The disciples said, and followed the abbot forward.
Before they entered the research building, they suddenly heard a loud "whoosh" noise in the sky, and turned back to see monks everywhere. Some of them were flying on swords, some were riding clouds, and some were riding magic tools, all flying away in unison.
War, murder, and blood boiling!
All the disciples couldn't help but feel fascinated and watched their fellow disciples go away in a daze.
Only after everyone had left did they gather their attention and head towards the research building.
They went upstairs, but before entering the classroom, they heard noises behind them again.
The first lady on the other side of the river roared, "Come back here!"
They turned back quickly to look, only to see a giant tiger flying through the air. On the tiger's head stood a cocky young man with his hands on his hips and his head held high. Behind them, the chief lady was holding a stream of light and flying after them.
Someone who was alert quickly figured out the key, his expression changed slightly, and he stepped forward, saluted to the chief in front of him and said, "Chief, I'm afraid they went to the Wuyin Sword Sect battlefield together..."
“Go ahead!” The chief shook his head and laughed, “It’s an old trick. They just like to use it over and over again without any changes.”
The chief monk looked back at the escaping light. All the disciples could clearly see the doting from the smile on his face. They were being fed a mouthful of dog food for no reason.
Is this the tacit understanding between an old couple
They realized later that the First Lady had just scolded King Danfeng because she was blaming them for not taking her along.
They recalled the legend in the sect that the wife of the first master was also a hot-tempered person when she was young, and would go to the stage to discuss the Dao if she disagreed with someone. The Muran Sword overwhelmed countless geniuses.
…It seems that the first wife is not that old
They muttered to themselves and followed the abbot into a classroom converted from a pharmacy.
Su Zi said, with a feather fan and a blue silk scarf, he could reduce the masts, oars and sails to ashes while chatting and laughing.
The current scene was that Qin Ran was teaching a class on the podium, while thousands of miles away, a battle to destroy a clan that he had planned was taking place in full swing.