Chapter 589 In front of the pagoda
Xuantian Peak is the main peak of the Xuantian Sword Sect. It is the residence of all sect leaders and the most respected place in the sect. There are 18 sword-grinding stones and nine places where you can sit quietly with waterfalls weighing tens of millions of pounds. . Not only are the Sutra Pavilion and Weapons Pavilion here, but the Zhenyang Pagoda is also here. From a distance, the pavilions are tall and majestic, like towering in the clouds.
This peak is also the eye of the mountain-protecting formation, and the other six peaks are clustered in the shape of a six-star formation. Standing high under the stars, sitting at the head of the dragon in the Xuantian Mountains, you can overlook the vast mountains and the worldly cities thousands of miles away.
The disciples and others who were standing at Jianfeng followed their master and master’s wife and flew over. Even though they had seen him many times before, they felt their hearts swaying.
Only Xin Zhuo didn't feel too much. After seeing the spectacular scene of the "gap" in the extreme west of the Sea of Bitterness, the mountains and rivers in the world were like child's play. He just focused on the secret of the headmaster. He actually really wanted to see the handwriting left on the heavenly palace. He wanted to know what the old lady wrote before she left.
Landing on the mountain peak, facing the morning sun, I saw that the peak was full of colorful purples and reds, with rare treasures, spiritual beasts and birds everywhere, and even the disciples of the main peak, wearing brocade robes and long swords at their waists, and their imposing momentum was overwhelming.
After walking for more than ten miles through a stone path surrounded by green pine trees, I gradually felt a strong and fiery aura. The true energy and extremely yin energy flowing in the bodies of Xin Zhuo's disciples began to become restless.
The True Yang Tower has arrived!
Sure enough! Bypassing a strange-shaped rock hundreds of feet in size, the Zhiyang Qi in front is even more powerful. It is an empty and huge square. The ground is paved with white jade rocks. In the middle, there is a Tai Chi Bagua diagram formation. At the eye of the formation is a whole-body hair formation. The purple, towering pagoda is probably more than thirty feet in diameter. It is surrounded by extremely hot breath. Before it gets close, it makes people feel unbearably hot.
At this moment, hundreds of people are standing around the tower, standing in six distinct places. They are all in the robes of true disciples and elders. The lowest realm is the Yinxu realm, and the highest is the Lingtai realm.
If it weren't for the large sects, no one would have dared to imagine that so many masters would gather together.
Liu Qingfeng and Xin Zhuo's group also stood in the open space next to the True Yang Tower, and then met countless friendly eyes.
That’s right! Not only friendly, but polite!
This puzzled Senior Brother Jia Sanquan, who was standing at the 25th rank in Jianfeng Peak. He approached Fourth Senior Brother Wang Hui and lowered his voice: "Things don't seem to be as bad as imagined."
Wang Hui sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing, not knowing what he meant.
On the other hand, Gongsun Li glanced around, his face changed slightly, and he whispered: "Sun Changfeng from Xuantian Peak, Bai Yan from Zilin Peak, Jiang Xiaoyu from Yingyang Peak, and Feng Qiaoer from Qipou Peak are also here. They also chose to enter Yangshi this time. ! "
Jia Sanquan seemed to have just discovered it, and his expression changed: "Before they faked their death, these four were geniuses of blood and divine bodies, and they were ruthless and decisive in killing, no less than senior brothers and sisters. , is far better than us, Fourth Brother, it’s difficult to handle this time.”
“It’s difficult to handle Qiuqiu!”
Wang Hui scolded in a low voice, “We also have Junior Sister Zhao Yizhu this time. No matter how powerful they are, they can still defeat the Taiyin Body? How can they be my disciples at Jianfeng if they are so timid?"
Jia Sanquan and Gongsun Li had no choice but to hand over their hands and say nothing.
At this time, only one person from the other six peaks jumped out. It was the master of the fifth peak and the acting headmaster Song Tianxing.
Liu Qingfeng also stepped forward.
The seven people bowed their hands and bowed. Acting Headmaster Song Tianxing stroked his beard and showed his white teeth: "The disciples of Yang Shijing are really the backbone of the sect's disciples. They intimidate all directions and rely on them to fight against the world. So, The True Yang Tower, which opens every five years, is also the return of fake death. It is the first time in the era of Wanwu, so we have to take it seriously.
A total of 147 people from the Seven Peaks participated in this event, all junior brothers and sisters! Do you have any objections?”
Liu Qingfeng and other six peak leaders nodded at the same time: “Senior Brother Song is right, no objections!”
"But..."
Purple Forest Peak Master Li Hanzhu is a woman who seems to be in her forties but still has a charm. She smiled and said: "The upper three floors of Zhenyang Nine-story Pagoda are difficult to enter. Those who can enter the seventh floor, I'm afraid there are only a few. There are 147 people this time, and there are only 60 Wuyun Stones available for 60 people on the lower six floors to enter Yangshi. This time, at least 70 or 80 disciples will fail to enter. In previous years, there was too much competition among the disciples, and they lost. It’s inappropriate to compromise the sect’s harmony!”
“That’s right!” Li Qing, the master of Yingyang Peak, pinched his beard and said, “You still need to give instructions to your disciples. , Don’t make it too much. After entering the tower, those with higher abilities will go to the top first and grab the seat, and others can no longer fight or snatch it!”
“Junior sister agrees!”
Qipou! Yu Zhuji, the leader of Fengfeng, was as beautiful as a flower. His eyes flickered as he looked at Liu Qingfeng: "By the way, Senior Brother Liu, your disciple who practices the secret art of the Standing Sword has always been the strongest sect of our Xuantian Sword Sect and serves as the killing hall. With most of the quota in the Discipline Hall, you must not bully other disciples by relying on your clever methods." "Junior sister said it before," Liu Qingfeng said calmly, "We are all fellow disciples. My disciples have always followed the rules and entered the country. If you succeed, you will have to admit that your skills are not as good as others. After five years, you will have more confidence in entering the country, or going out to find the most beautiful place in the past few years is also a lot of training!”
“Senior Brother Liu is generous!” All the peak masters clasped their fists together.
"Very good!" Acting Headmaster Song Tianxing waved his sleeves, "Get ready!"
All the peak masters dispersed.
Liu Qingfeng returned to his disciple Mini Qian, the smile on his face softened a little, and he turned around and said: "Enter the tower, beat me to death, as long as no one is killed!"
All the disciples looked at each other.
Master’s wife, Chu Siniang, frowned and asked, "What do you mean? What rules have been set this year?"
"Nothing has been set, all they say is nonsense. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. "
Liu Qingfeng's eyes changed.
Chu Siniang said: "In that case...the four children Sun Changfeng, Bai Yan, Jiang Xiaoyu, and Feng Qiaoer are also participating this year. I wonder if Ali, Sanquan and Yi Zhu can deal with them?"< br>
Liu Qingfeng glanced at the three of them, and they immediately handed over.
At this time, I saw the nine elders of the first and second levels of the Lingtai Realm from Xuantian Peak jumping to the top of the tower. They closed their eyes slightly. The three palaces gathered together, like a long river, and the light of the Lingtai came out from the Yuanchen Palace between the eyebrows. , went straight to the tower.
The True Yang Tower shook slightly, and the purple surface fell off, revealing the red color of the Sun. The first floor door of the tower slowly opened.
“Come in!” A female elder scolded softly.
Other true disciples from the Six Peaks who participated in the entry into the True Yang Pagoda immediately rushed in frantically carrying strange pieces of wood, iron pieces, boxes and the like.
Liu Qingfeng immediately shouted: "Go quickly!"
Twenty people including Xin Zhuo, Zhao Yizhu, Gongsun Li and Jia Sanquan quickly jumped out.
However, Liu Qingfeng suddenly pulled Xin Zhuo and said with a solemn expression: "You are the only one who was born after birth among the one hundred and forty-seven people. You are not even as good as Yi Zhu. Your background is too shallow. Why? I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to understand my master's skills in less than ten days. Just do your best to obey fate this time, and don't hurt yourself. The worst is to wait for five years, or go out to find a place to experience the extreme sun!"< br>
The master's wife also smiled and comforted: "Yes, you are still young. You must not act recklessly. When you enter the tower, the disciples of each peak have no rules. Be careful not to get hurt."
"Uh..."
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists obediently: "I know."
Turn around and head to the tower gate.
Chu Siniang looked at his back and sighed: "I don’t know what kind of injury this child suffered. He is young and taciturn. Even if his talent is good, how can he be worth the long years of those senior brothers and sisters? The accumulation? Don’t hurt the foundation and be unable to recover!”
Liu Qingfeng frowned slightly: “Zhao Yizhu will definitely protect him, and...”
And what, he said no? When I came out, I always felt something was strange.
(End of this chapter)