The breeze left the sacred mountain.

Of course, Qingfeng left quietly, because Qingfeng's trip was a private matter, a secret order, not a public matter.

Qingfeng, I went to Emei to find Yiyun. This task made him very satisfied.

Qingfeng is Yiyun’s friend and confidant. This is not just because of Chu Xiang’s initial order, but the resonance of a similar temperament.

It was faintly clear that Qingfeng felt that only people like Yiyun were worthy of being their friends. This feeling made Qingfeng a little scared because it meant that he no longer regarded himself as a mortal.

But Qingfeng just wanted to be the mortal who followed the white clothes.

In fact, if Chu Xiang had not left a shadow in the hearts of Qingfeng and Yiyun too early, based on his strangeness with the two, especially Yiyun, I am afraid that the other party would not even look at him now.

Whether it is Yiyun, Qingfeng, or Chu Xiang, they all have a sense of arrogance in their hearts that is different from ordinary people.

If it weren't for recognition, they would have been destined to be difficult to get together.

Identity is more wonderful than feelings.

Mount Emei is thousands of feet high, and you can reach the sky with your hands.

Needless to say, the mountain is a thousand feet high, but for the breeze that is used to climbing the cliffs of the sacred mountain, the cliff behind Emei is as straight as the ground.

When Qingfeng turned over in the air and jumped onto the platform of the back mountain, Yiyun and the others had been waiting for a long time.

Yiyun never opens the audio transmission channel, but Qingyi rarely closes the audio transmission channel. Even for a few friends, such as Chu Xiang, Qingyi's audio transmission channel, it will never close.

"Haha, you are here. Just in time, I'm going to go to Shaolin to get Jiuyang."

Yiyun chuckled and said to the breeze whose hair was slightly swaying.

Qingfeng has always paid little attention to tidying up his clothes, and often gives people the feeling of being unkempt. But this cannot be blamed for him. His many years of habits cannot be changed just by wanting to change.

"Together."

Qingfeng's answer is simple and refreshing, as always.

Yiyun looked at the love clothes and nodded to say goodbye.

The love clothes are like this.

In the face of the wind blowing from the bottom of the mountain, the two of them floated down from the cliff like cotton wool, and their love clothes watched them leave.

Strangely, Qingfeng never greeted Qingyi, which made people feel quite rude.

What's even more strange is that the three of them are still not surprised by this.

......

Shaolin Temple is known as the world's leader, and it is not unreasonable.

Although Wudang, who was also known as the master in the Chaos Era, had long become a joke that everyone could bully. However, Shaolin still maintained a transcendent position.

Shaolin disciples rarely participate in the battles in the martial arts world. This is the order issued by Shaolin Palm Mén Xuanci.

The temple seal order!

It is precisely because of this that the killings in the world rarely affect Shaolin, but every year, there are always some extraordinary people who want to try how deep the water in Shaolin Temple is, or even more so, and directly think of it as a stepping stone to make a name for themselves.

Of course, most of these people disappeared from the world.

The Shaolin Sutra Library, the Wudang Sanqing Hall, the Forbidden City Top of the Forbidden City, and the Pingsha Ten Mile Slope are all dangerous places that are well-known in the world.

It's even more dangerous than Black Wood Cliff!

In the dark night, the bright moon hangs high. Is it the moon or whose longing is hanging?

The stars spread out in the sky, and the mountains are covered with snow.

At this time, it happened to be in the deep winter.

The towering temple is like a towering castle, standing deep in Mount Song. The mountain patrol disciples join forces in groups, holding sticks in their hands, and facing the cold wind, guarding the temple that has been silent for many years.

Two shadows, one purple and one white, suddenly passed by the sky. Was it a meteorite falling from the sky or a winged bird flying together?

On the ground, a sleepy little monk happened to look up. When he saw this scene, he blinked his eyes again, shook his head in confusion, and then followed his senior brothers to patrol the mountain.

There was silence in the temple, and even the sound of chanting in the sun had dissipated.

Except for the Sutra Pavilion, the entire Shaolin is dark.

Shaolin is the most important thing to pay attention to the natural care and the way of resurrection, and the monks' daily routines are very regular.

The brightly lit hiding into the pavilion is like a torch in the dark, so conspicuous.

It attracts those guys who are lurking in the dark and have bad intentions to move.

Yiyun stuck on the ridge of the roof, staring at the Sutra Pavilion.

There is the goal of this time, the Nine Yang Divine Art! There is also the world-famous sweeping monk!

My body moved slightly and was about to fly off, but I didn't expect my shoulders to suddenly sink, but my friends around me pressed them down in advance.

"Look at that side."

Qingfeng pointed to the darkness somewhere, and Yiyun was shocked. However, there were other visitors in Shaolin today except for herself.

More importantly, this visitor is still an old acquaintance.

Shenzhou Gang, Little Sword!

Yi Yun understood and nodded to Qingfeng beside her.

It is rare that there is a master who is willing to be a wayfinder, so the original plan to deceive Jueyuan into preaching the scriptures can also be changed!

As long as someone restrains the Sweeping Monk, the Sutra Pavilion is not a thing in his pocket!

A smile also appeared on Qingfeng's face because he thought of Chu Xiang's previous order.

"Snatch the scriptures and burn the Sutra Pavilion!"

Chu Xiang's mind has always been vicious. What he wants is not only a few refreshing unique skills, but dozens of advanced martial arts that can be compared with unique skills. What he wants is out of print martial arts!

The moonlight shines, and the Sutra Pavilion is still bright.

In the darkness, a shadow moved after hiding for a long time!

A protruding blue lightning suddenly pierced the darkness.

"Amitabha, the donor came late at night with a fierce arrogance. I am afraid that what he does is not good, so I should go back soon."

In the dark side, a monk appeared ghostly.

Yiyun and the others were condescending, but it was fully seen that Xiaojian had no intention of pausing!

Of course, Xiao Jian had no intention of pause. Xiao Jian was not Yi Yun. He was pursuing perfection and would never do the best things for a few secret books, such as bullying a monk who was ignorant of the world.

Even if it is robbed, Xiaojian will rob it openly.

A green sword curtain was facing the monk, and the strong wind came whistling.

The monk saw that he faced the legendary master with all his strength and advanced instead of retreating. He clasped his hands together and pushed it out suddenly. However, he saw a golden palm seal taller than the man, scattering dazzling light and blasting towards the sword curtain!

Bang!

The two fought each other, and Qingying paused a little, and then continued to rush towards the Sutra Pavilion. However, the monk vomited blood and flew backwards, slapped aside, not knowing life and death.

The unique skills are against advanced martial arts, the legendary level is the best, and the victory is complete!

No matter from either aspect, they are not on the same level. If Jueyuan had not learned the Nine Yang Divine Art to protect his body, he would have been exploding his body and died in this moment.

Although Jueyuan was completely defeated, this huge blow also woke up the sleeping Shaolin. He saw that the brightly lit Sutra Pavilion was even more lit!

"Who is coming!"

With a loud bang, more than a dozen monks guarding the Sutra Pavilion jumped out directly, and suddenly, a large number of stick shadows pressed down at the man in blue at the same time.

Xiao Jian frowned slightly, but he had never expected to be discovered so soon. If it weren't forbidden to resist, he would have been able to silently control him in just a few moves without him dodging him.

Unfortunately, Jueyuan, a guy who doesn't even know his unique skills, is loyal to Shaolin. When he encounters foreign invasion, he can even give up his life.

Between the stick shadow, the green light turned into a thorn, and the green shadow suddenly looked like a hedgehog that exploded. Hundreds of sword-shaped energy were shoveling at the same time, and the thorns came to the flaws around the enemy!

Dugu Nine Swords, destroy everything!

Thirteen monks and seven retreated, while the other six did not dodge or avoid, and still relied on their bloody courage to block the enemy under the stick.

The little sword's eyes were expressionless, and the Qinglong strengthened in his hand, but it accelerated a little more!

The sword shadow stick shadows were shadowed. After a jing iron attack, the green shadow passed through the stick net. The six monks who were fearless and rushed over were fatal traumatized in many parts of their bodies and fell straight from the air.

Not far away, Yi Yun, who was lurking in the dark, took a breath of air and said to Qingfeng.

"What a terrible sword!"

Qingfeng nodded and expressed his agreement.

"Swords are scary, and people are even scarier."

Yi Yun then turned her gaze to the small sword that instantly broke through the defense line and jumped towards the highest level of the Sutra Pavilion, which was a little puzzled.

"His reason seems to be too high."

The break in the Nine Swords of Dugu is directly linked to theory. Theoretically, as long as the principle is high enough, even if you face 100,000 arrows flying from Huluàn at the same time, you can break them one by one. Of course, this is just a theory.
To be continued...