Wanlong Peak is over half a cliff.

An Qisheng pressed his palm on the steep stone wall, hung in the air, looking down, and saw dozens of feet below, a small platform with a place where vines intertwined.

This stone platform is less than one foot hidden under the vines, with three hundred cliffs above and nearly a thousand feet above the cliffs below, which can be described as a Jedi.

At this moment, on the stone platform, a little child curled between the vines, tied himself up with vines, and hanged in the air above this Jedi

The child looked about seven or eight years old, with a waxy face, fluffy hair on his head, and his lips were dry and cracked like cracked land. His tattered clothes could not cover up his injuries.

"This kid has such a high luck..."

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts were profound.

Survive alone in this family disaster. He fell off the cliff and was able to catch the life-saving vines. He survived by eating vines for five days, but he actually endured his own arrival.

Needless to say, this extremely prosperous desire to survive is already earth-shaking.

Without looking for the air, he knew how profound the child's luck was.

Even An Qisheng could think that if he didn't go there, it would take not long before someone would find him and save him.

Huh ~

On the cliff, An Qisheng fell a few times and had already arrived not far from the stone platform.

"water......"

The child moaned and woke up from his sleep.

Sun En woke up in a daze, and his blurry vision gradually became clear. Under the drooping sunlight, an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like and white robe floating like a heavenly being looked at him curiously.

In those deep eyes, there seemed to be a sea, starry sky, deep, and vast, as if there was no boundary.

"Save...Save me..."

The boy struggled with his scarred palms deep inside, and he could vaguely see that his five fingers had their nails peeled off and his fingertips were worn flat.

An Qisheng slid down and had already grasped the scarred palm.

The boy felt his body lighter and was already held in his arms.

An Qisheng hugged the boy and lit his palms a few times on the cliffs.

It fell from the cliff at an extremely fast speed like a free fall.

...........

A carriage was slowly driving on the official road where dust was rising.

Huh ~

A black shadow turned over from a distance, gently landed on the side of the carriage, and said respectfully:

"Report to the Holy Son, the cloud sea has returned to the Chivalrous Sect from Wanlong Peak."

"Um."

Feng Qingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of laziness in his expression:

"How is that hero in good condition?"

The black-clad swordsman bowed slightly:

"While the sea of ​​clouds and sky walks, my feet are not against the ground. In an instant, I will be more than a hundred feet tall, moving with the wind and thunder, and my breath is so strong that I am like an angry lion and tiger, and my subordinates dare not approach it."

"The master once commented on Yun Haitian, saying that he is the strongest qi meridian in modern times in a thousand years. In essence, if the Red Palm King had not damaged his soul, he would have already achieved the divine meridian. It would be right that you would not get close to him."

Feng Qingxuan doesn't care:

"You go by yourself, I should walk alone in the journey of the Chivalrous Sect."

"yes!"

The black-clothed swordsman was hesitant and did not move. He had disappeared from the side of the official road.

Only the unmanned carriage moved slowly and headed towards the Chivalrous Gate dozens of miles away.

"Yunhaitian, I hope you can be worthy of Master's comments and give me a surprise..."

Feng Qingxuan said a little, then slowly closed his eyes.

The carriage drove slowly until the sun was at its peak. Feng Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and let out a chuckle of unknown significance:

“Haha~”

Xilulu~

The breeze blew, and the horses neighed, and the curtains of the car swayed.

It can be seen that at the corner of the straight official road, a group of monks wearing cloth shoes and monk's robes stood quietly. The breeze lifted up the monk's robe, revealing their extremely strong bodies.

The great monks lined up in front of each other, and although they were silent, they were like mountains standing in front of each other, more than a hundred feet apart, but these top-class horses were no longer afraid to move forward.

It seems that they feel extremely dangerous, but it seems that the air in front of them has become a substance, making them unable to move forward.

"The Buddha said that the four elements are empty, but you seem to come with murderous intentions..."

In the lifted curtain of the car, Feng Qingxuan's eyes were faint, and there was a hint of boredom on his face:

"Sure enough, the bald donkey cannot believe anything!"

"Amitabha."

The great monks chanted the Buddha's name, which was like a bronze bell ringing, and the Zen sound echoed on the long official road.

"People practice demonic paths are demons, and practice Buddha's paths are Buddhas. Regardless of Buddha's demons, people will eventually become humans, and they will have love, hate, and love. We have deep distractions. I think I will not be able to become a Buddha in this life."

The only old monk among the great monks put his hands together in front of him, and his majestic true energy appeared and faintly:

"If I do not become a Buddha in order to conquer demons."

"Hahaha!"

In the carriage, Feng Qingxuan laughed out loud:

"Subduing demons? Old bald donkey, is it up to you?"

"The donor's martial arts are at its peak, and the old monk may not be the opponent..."

Sande looked calm and responded lightly:

"The situation is here, but it can be stopped. You can't beat Mr. Yun!"

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Feng Qingxuan's face was indifferent and his eyes were extremely cold:

"Old bald donkey, in order to cut off my power, I will fight for your seven lives?"

Sande is a master of the same generation as Sankong, a contemporary abbot of Huangjue Temple, who has become a master of the Great Zhoutian for decades. Although the six great monks beside him are just small Zhoutians, they communicate with each other with vague communication and are obviously proficient in some kind of joint attack method.

Although the seven people joined forces, although he was not afraid, he did not dare to say that he would be in full swing in a battle. Once he was blocked, the general trend accumulated over several months would decline.

"With Mr. Meng Yun's trust, how can we let the old man face it alone?"

Sande said lightly, with a calm expression.

"Amitabha!"

Immediately, among the Buddhist chant, the seven people stepped together, making a thunder explosion, and the sound of the bronze bell shocking:

"The fate is here, can you come and get it?"

Boom!

Amid the terrifying neighing of several horses, the steel-framed carriage was shattered by the invisible true energy.

A surging air flow suddenly rose above the long official road, shaking heavy smoke and dust like a dragon.

Huhu~~~

In the stormy airflow.

Feng Qingxuan's cloak was raised, and his slender five fingers were already holding the black sword.

boom!

The next moment, the earth cracked and the surging true energy rolled.

Feng Qingxuan step,

Bow,

Draw your sword!

Zheng~~~

As the roar of a dragon's sword, a dazzling sword light that looked like a sun spread across the sky rose into the sky like a training exercise.

The air flow of hundreds of feet was cut open in the whistling, and it reached the end of the official road:

"Old guy, you're looking for death!!!"

...........
To be continued...