At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The sword of Daojianxian is very rare, but many people have heard of his legend.

According to rumors, he is the reincarnation of an immortal, and he has not stepped out of the mountain gate for thirty years. It is only said that he stood at the mountain gate holding Qingxiao, and the demon sect took a detour for several miles and did not dare to fight him.

Xiao Ruolin stepped on the sword and slowly flew up the mountain. The clouds and mists of Qingcheng Mountain were as intoxicating as a fairyland.

Being in Yunmeng Mountain, it felt like traveling in a paradise.

Such a swagger naturally attracted the attention of countless disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, because he was extremely handsome, and he seemed like a banished immortal when flying in the clouds, attracting countless disciples to look up.

Even the Bai Xiao Tang disciples hiding in the bushes of Qingcheng Mountain couldn't help but be attracted.

The two Bai Xiao Tang disciples who were responsible for collecting data on Qingcheng Mountain looked at the white hair in the sky.

One of them, the Bai Xiao Tang disciple codenamed Qing, couldn't help but ask: "He is flying on a sword in Qingcheng so ostentatiously, Cheng, do you know who this person is?"

The Bai Xiao Tang disciple codenamed Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The disciples of Bai Xiao Tang basically communicated some basic information with each other, and only the more secret or important information would be transmitted back to the hall separately.

Not long ago, he got the news from his colleague Feng Hua Xue Yue in Xue Yue City that a white-haired boy with a sword box on his back came to Xue Yue City and climbed to the top of the pavilion to ask the sword of Xue Yue Sword Immortal Li Han Yi.

Now, isn't the one flying in the sky the white-haired boy with a sword box on his back?

Cheng shook his head and said thoughtfully: "I heard from Fenghuaxueyue that perhaps the iron-faced officials will send colleagues to collect intelligence about this young man."

For those big forces, such as Qingcheng Mountain, Baixiaotang sent the two of them to collect all the information about Qingcheng Mountain.

The code name is simple and clear, one is called Qing and the other is called Cheng.

The disciples of Baixiaotang who are responsible for collecting intelligence on Xueyue City are called Fenghuaxueyue. There are four of them.

Qing thought about it for a while, and then he was slightly stunned: "Then he is not here to ask Jian Qingcheng, right?"

Cheng nodded solemnly. Any newcomer in the martial arts world will be recorded by their Baixingtang.

Cheng took off the bushes on his head, then tidied up, and followed with a pen and a book.

Qing was confused and asked in confusion: "Cheng, what are you going to do?"

Cheng turned around and said: "Follow him and record all the moves and cultivation levels of this young man. When the time comes, organize the information and pass it to the colleagues who are responsible for collecting information about this young man, so that they will owe him this favor."

"Cheng, you have become diligent." Qing looked relieved.

In fact, there is nothing to be responsible for recording in Qingcheng Mountain. Most of them are only concerned about the two newcomers in Qingcheng Mountain, Li Fansong, who inherited the swordsmanship of the Taoist Sword Immortal, and Feixuan, who inherited the Taoist Sword Immortal's Taoism.

In addition, there is the Taoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen, but Zhao Yuzhen is a otaku, and his daily life is even more boring.

In addition to getting up early in the morning to practice swordsmanship, he stays at home and copies a woman's portrait countless times.

Then, Qing followed Cheng and followed the white-haired boy who was flying on the sword.

Looking at the movement in the bushes, a young disciple who was cleaning the steps pointed at the two pretending to be exaggerated Baixiaotang disciples, with a speechless face.

The disciple stopped what he was doing and said to the senior brother who was sweeping the steps: "Senior brother, should we take care of these two people? They seem to be heading towards the Qiankun Hall."

The senior brother who was sweeping the steps did not even raise his head, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, Master Yin said that these two are disciples of Baixiao Hall. Anyway, they don't have any bad intentions, let them do whatever they want."

Then he urged the young junior brother to sweep the floor quickly.

The young disciple said "oh" and bent over to continue sweeping the leaves on the steps.

Soon, the story of a sword-riding boy spread in Qingcheng Mountain.

Qingcheng Mountain, Qiankun Hall.

Four old men with white beards and hair and immortal appearance closed their eyes and sat quietly in the hall.

Suddenly, one of them opened his eyes, and then he counted with his fingers, and his face suddenly changed.

He stood up and looked outside the hall, frowning: "My fellow junior brothers, follow me."

After saying that, he strode towards the hall.

The other three old Taoists who were meditating were stunned at first, then stood up and followed the senior brother.

Only the things about the headmaster could move the senior brother.

However, as soon as the four old Taoists stepped out of the Qiankun Hall, they welcomed an uninvited guest.

The uninvited guest had white hair and dark eyes with a hint of red.

, the moment he appeared, it seemed that the sun, moon and stars in the sky were eclipsed.

Baifa stood in front of the temple with a long sword in his hand.

His snow-white clothes fluttered, and with the surrounding clouds and mist, he seemed like a fallen immortal.

The four old heavenly masters frowned when they saw this, because Baifa exuded an ominous aura.

It was a breath full of blood and killing!

Baifa seemed peaceful, but the moment his eyes swept over the four people, it shocked the hearts of several old Taoists.

The leading Taoist, Yin Changsong, who is now the most senior in Qingcheng Mountain, looked at the white-haired boy in front of him and counted again.

But this calculation didn't matter. At the moment when he used his two fingers to deduce, he was like being struck by lightning, staggered and almost fell to the ground, with horror on his face.

At the moment of divination just now, his mind was filled with endless killing and blood, as well as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Although Yin Changsong didn't know the origin of this young man, he knew that his origin was very unusual just by the bloody resentment that surged to the sky!

The terrifying cause and effect almost made him faint.

"Brother!" The three Heavenly Masters hurriedly supported him.

"How...how could it be..." Yin Changsong muttered to himself, with fine sweat on his forehead.

The hands of this young man didn't look like they were stained with blood, but why did he look like a killing god who had been on the battlefield and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of lives.

The other three old Heavenly Masters looked at each other and could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

They had never seen the senior brother look like this, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Yin Changsong took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, looked at the white-haired boy, and trembled: "May I ask who you are?"

With his seniority and his qualifications in Qingcheng Mountain, most of them called others little guys, or little friends.

Being able to address him as Your Excellency is enough to prove that the young man in front of him is not simple!

Compared to his panic, Xiao Ruolin seemed very calm: "Boy Xiao Ruolin, I came to Qingcheng this time to test the sword immortal, and was entrusted by someone to bring a message to the sword immortal."

Hearing this, Yin Changsong's pupils shrank suddenly.

Bad! Sure enough, he came to find Yu Zhen.

Just now, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in the Qiankun Hall, so he counted with his fingers.

It was calculated that someone would climb the mountain to visit today, and the target was him, the head of Qingcheng Mountain.

Yin Changsong said seriously: "I'm afraid that your Excellency will make a wasted trip. Yu Zhen has been in seclusion for cultivation not long ago and will not be able to come out for a while. You can enjoy the scenery of Qingcheng Mountain, so that you will not have regrets when you go back."

Whether it was a lie or the truth, Xiao Ruolin knew it at a glance. He was not only extremely sensitive to killing intentions, but also to lies.

He smiled slightly and said calmly: "Really? Then there is no other way..."

Yin Changsong thought he was going to give up, and he was relieved immediately.

Unexpectedly, he changed the subject and said softly: "Since the Taoist swordsman is in seclusion, we have to ask him to come out again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his wrist and chopped Moye in his hand.

Fierce!

In an instant, the sound of the sword rang out in all directions. All the swords on Qingcheng Mountain felt the hostility emanating from Moye, even the wooden swords carved from peach wood were no exception.

Yin Changsong's heart beat violently, and when he looked up and saw the dazzling sword light coming.

He immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Stop this sword energy!"