There was a long queue outside the tent, which looked like a winding snake road from a distance.
Bai Yiqing ignored the people at the end and walked straight forward.
"Hey, get in line!" A monk just started to speak, but he was grabbed by the people behind him: "Do you know who he is?"
The monk who was about to scold him for jumping in line said disdainfully: "No matter who it is, it doesn't look like the aura is too strong."
"Idiot," his companion patted his head: "That's the breath-containing technique."
After speaking, he whispered a few words into his ear.
"Bai..." The monk was surprised, but he didn't call out his full name: "Why is he here?"
"Qingyun Mountain is nearby, and it is very common for Sword Sect disciples to go down to the mountain to practice."
The monk still didn't believe it. After all, he had traveled in the Western Continent before and had just returned. He had only heard of Bai Yiqing's reputation but had never seen him: "Are you sure you didn't admit your mistake?"
How could a dignified disciple of the Sword Sect recommend himself as a pillow mat
The companion coughed and found a reasonable excuse: "Maybe it's just out of curiosity."
Although Wan Guan Ghost Arrow is rare, it is not considered rare to Sword Sect disciples.
There were many people in the team discussing this matter, but their discussion did not arouse much enthusiasm.
Xie Lan walked beside Bai Yiqing, his ears filled with all kinds of bizarre speculations. He smiled and said, "I want to become famous at a young age like you, but I don't want to do it in this way."
Bai Yiqing ignored it.
Xie Lan thought to herself and sighed: "This is the first time I have ever seen someone recruit a guest and create such a grand spectacle."
Even the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who is known as the most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation is not so exaggerated.
Bai Yiqing only believed that he could greatly improve his cultivation level in a short period of time by relying on his own strength gained through hard work. However, in future battles, their lack of experience would most likely make them worse than low-level players. A person of small realm.
"It's nothing but gold and jade." He commented.
When another person walked out of the tent in disgrace, Bai Yiqing opened the door curtain and walked in.
Xie Lan looked at the man just now and shook his head, and murmured to himself from behind: "My brain has been damaged, and I came here to try my luck just for a random word..."
"As long as the person with good looks, even if he is not the person I am looking for, will get the spirit stone." A clear voice came from the front, which solved his doubts.
Xie Lan raised his head and let out a cry. There are countless beauties on this continent, but as beautiful as the person in front of him, there are only a handful of them who are as beautiful as the sun, moon and stars.
Appearance is only secondary. When taken apart, his facial features seem to be no different from those of ordinary beauties. However, when combined into one face, there is an indescribable magic power.
"You..." Xie Lan was distracted for a moment.
Fang Shan showed no humility at all: "Yes, my face is a gift from the Creator."
Xie Lan was speechless.
Fang Shan's eyes moved to another man in white, and his tone was as if he was giving alms: "You are majestic and have good qualifications..." He raised his hand and shook his finger, as if he was a middle-class man: "You are qualified to be mine. Exciting guest!”
What responded to him was the ruthless sound of drawing a sword.
Fang Shan was not frightened. What he was thinking about was the promise he made with Wei Sushen. If he met the evil god, he would beat the other person from not a relative to a close relative. Although you don’t know whether the person in front of you is the evil god of the future, you can never go wrong by making preparations in advance.
Fang Shan stood up and raised his fingers: "Come to fight?"
There is a saying in the Southern Continent that swords are cold iron, and the heart of sword cultivator has long been ground into ice knots during practice. Therefore, few people come to them for discussion. If they are not careful, it will be a battle of life and death.
The moment Bai Yiqing drew his sword, the thin layer of fabric of the tent could not withstand it and instantly shattered into pieces.
The few monks closest to the tent were unlucky enough to be injured by the sword energy, and flew away without caring about their hatred of justice.
As the intermediary, Xie Lan said helplessly: "A gentleman should talk but never do anything if he has something to say."
Bai Yiqing pointed his sword pointedly at Fang Shan: "Give you a chance to escape."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows: "Where to escape?"
"It's up to you." Bai Yiqing said, "Just don't appear in front of me."
Fang Shan: "It's a pity that I promised one thing to one person. I will beat you until you kneel down and call me daddy."
“…”
Xie Lan silently retreated from the center of the field: "I wish you a happy game."
Beaten to the point of inseparability.
The battlefield where the two were fighting had risen from the ground to the sky. Xie Lan held his chin and raised his head to watch the battle in confusion.
It is said that love tribulation is difficult, and its difficulty lies in the attraction of fate. Ordinary men and women may fall in love at first sight, but the two parties in love tribulation can achieve the same goal for ten thousand years.
No matter what the scene is, it shouldn't be like life and death enemies like now.
"Hitting means kissing and scolding means loving." Xie Lan comforted her injured emotional values.
Before he could recover, a surging force dispersed the dark clouds in the sky. Xie Lan watched as Bai Yiqing waved his hand, and most of the distant mountain peaks were flattened.
The person he fought seemed to be thin, but he was defeated in the battle. Without saying anything, he took the blade with his bare hands and slashed with his bare hands. Rocks flew and fell from mid-air, like snowflakes for a moment.
Xie Lan's throat twitched, and he looked over Yujian from top to bottom, then to the side, and finally returned to the bottom, sighed, and retracted the bizarre thoughts he had just had.
No matter from any angle, this is the enemy of life and death and has nothing to do with love.
A stick of incense had passed and there was still no sign of the two sides stopping. Xie Lan couldn't help but think pessimistically: If the fight lasts forever, it can be regarded as a different kind of staying together for a lifetime.
The dazzling light flowed down like a waterfall. Xie Lan squinted and subconsciously thought it was Bai Yiqing's sword light, but soon realized that this light did not have nearly materialized murderous intent.
As if he had realized something, Xie Lan quickly looked towards the hilltop flattened by Bai Yiqing. There was a strong light there, and something was about to break out of the messy gravel.
Xie Lan took a deep breath. Anyone with a little common sense would know that this was the appearance of a valuable treasure.
At this moment, another more dazzling light rushed straight into the sky, coming from the mountain wall that Fang Shan broke.
The two people in mid-air stopped their hands at the same time and flew in different directions. Xie Lan caught up with Bai Yiqing with his sword without any hesitation, and said with a strange expression: "Could it be that the two of you had a fight and unintentionally broke some kind of seal?"
The question was quickly answered. There was a wooden box sealed in a crack in the cliff. When opened, it revealed a fan.
Behind him, Xie Lan couldn't laugh or cry: "Even if it is an incredible magic weapon, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it."
Bai Yiqing said nothing, picked up the fan and waved it gently, and the mountain that was barely standing suddenly crumbled.
Xie Lan: "The power is pretty good."
"It's not about the fan." Bai Yiqing suddenly said.
Xie Lan didn't know why.
Bai Yiqing stared at the landscape painting drawn on the fan: "The truly valuable things are here."
Xie Lan imitated his behavior and stared at it for a long time without finding out why: "What's wrong with the painting?"
"It's a treasure map. If I guess correctly, it's related to the inheritance left by the master of Qianhu Cave."
Bai Yiqing's voice was very calm, but Xie Lan almost jumped up in surprise: "Master of Qianhu Cave?"
He once killed three giant dragons, but was eventually hunted down by the dragon clan and killed.
How ferocious the Dragon Clan was, able to kill three dragons in a row. Even if he lost his life in the end, the name of the Master of Qianhu Cave still left an indelible mark in the history of the world of cultivation.
Xie Lan couldn't wait to ask Bai Yiqing how he could see it, but unfortunately the other party ignored him and frowned slightly: "This picture is still half missing."
After finishing his words, he suddenly raised his eyes to look in the direction Fang Shan was chasing.
Xie Lan showed a strange expression: "Is it possible that the master of Qianhu Cave divided the picture into two and hid it in two mountains?"
Bai Yiqing nodded slightly: "Maybe."
After Xie Lan calmed down, she couldn't laugh or cry and said: "The Master of Qianhu Cave is indeed not an ordinary person."
Most seniors leave inheritances by directly specifying the location and leaving strict assessments. It is almost impossible to obtain the inheritance of Qianhu Cave Master—
First of all, no one spends time splitting mountains.
Furthermore, unless someone is as careful as Bai Yiqing, ordinary monks would probably only treat the fan as a magical weapon.
Taking a deep breath, Xie Lan said in admiration: "It is really admirable to consider these things while being chased by the dragon clan."
Bai Yiqing reached out and touched the fan, and the original landscape map disappeared, revealing the real topographic map.
Not knowing what he thought of, Xie Lan's eyes lit up: "Even I didn't notice it, so that person must be the same way. I'll think of a way to buy the fan in his hand."
At this moment, a voice came from far and near: "Don't leave yet, it's half a treasure map, let's put it together!"
Xie Lan: "..."
Fang Shan shook his fan, with a hint of ostentation as he walked through the market, as if he wasn't worried about the things in his hands being robbed at all: "It's so secretly hidden. If you look for it according to the map, you might find something amazing."
Xie Lan couldn't help but said: "How did you guess that this was a treasure map?"
Fang Shan glanced at him doubtfully, meaning he still had to speculate
Xie Lan raised her hand to stop what he was going to say next.
At this moment, Fang Shan could still see the murderous spirit he had a quarter of an hour ago. He had a warm smile on his face and took the initiative to discuss cooperation.
"I'm not interested in inheritance." Bai Yiqing refused coldly.
No matter how powerful the Qianhu Cave Master was, he was still beaten to death, which proved that his path was not the path to power.
Fang Shan looked at Xie Lan, who spread his hands and said there was nothing he could do.
Seeing the sudden murderous intention, Xie Lan felt that he could not let the relaxed atmosphere turn into a fight again. I wonder if the bright light just now attracted the attention of the people nearby. It was better to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
"The giant dragon clan has not found the bodies of three members of the same clan so far. It is very likely that they were left in the inheritance place by the master of Qianhu Cave."
When Bai Yiqing heard this, he showed a little interest.
Xie Lan: "Dragon bone sword forging is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Bai Yiqing nodded: "You can give it a try."
Before leaving, to prevent others from noticing the traces, he swiped his sword and the two mountains collapsed instantly.
Fang Shan felt the unrivaled momentum of this sword. Compared with the host who likes to read quietly in his spare time, a sentence suddenly popped into his mind: My outer room is weak and cannot take care of itself.
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