In the gloomy Ten Thousand Demon Cave, a dull bell suddenly sounded, interrupting the conversation between Feng Ziyue and Menghuang.

"Tonight's demons have finally been cleaned up. ”

Menghuang Huo Ran got up and looked behind the deep cave, "Hey, do you want to come with me?"

It is bound to be impossible to return the same way, and his actions have probably been detected by the people of Canglan Holy Mountain, since this is the case, then it is necessary to go with Menghuang.

It's a big deal, return the innate supreme fruit in your arms to them, anyway, it's not rare for you to be rare.

Feng Ziyue nodded, his heart was now full of doubts and urgently needed answers.

And his intuition told him that the answer might be about to be revealed after leaving the Ten Thousand Demon Cave.

He followed Menghuang all the way to the east, and the disciples of Canglan Mountain appeared on the road, with exhaustion on their faces, blood on their bodies, and some corpses and seriously injured people who were carried out, and there was no sadness on the faces of his companions, it seemed that he had long been used to it.

"The body of the handmaid just now......"

Feng Ziyue suddenly remembered something.

"Don't worry about it," Menghuang shook his head and interrupted him, "The corpse of the demon transformer, brought out of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, will also be eroded by the pure heart white mist and turned into poisonous powder, it is better to stay in the cave and turn into rotten soil." ”

Feng Ziyue was silent, although these teenagers are not very old, they have already regarded life and death as ordinary, which can also be seen the tragedy of this demon's night attack.

On the way, he also met the yellow-shirted boy he saw for the first time, and the yellow-shirted boy seemed quite surprised, but when he saw him walking with Menghuang, he didn't even dare to say a word, so he bowed his head and left.

The disciples who traveled with them seemed to have a kind of awe and even fear of Menghuang, everyone else gathered in the same place, but by Menghuang's side, no one came to accompany them.

This also made Feng Ziyue have some doubts in his heart, but it was not easy to ask.

After passing through the deep cave, passing through the triple pass, and then passing through two stone gates, this is the exit under the Qinglong Peak, a steep staircase leads to the top of the head, and the cold moonlight shines in, leaving a lonely shadow on the stone steps.

"The palace master is asking, is there a Fengzi Yue Fenggongzi here? Please come up quickly!

Above the peak, there was a high-pitched shouting voice, echoing in the crater.

Feng Ziyue had long expected that since they knew their identity, they must be waiting at the exits everywhere, this person shouted, and he expected it, smiled indifferently, and stepped up the stairs in the surprised gaze of Menghuang.

"Feng Ziyue is here, and the Lord of the Laobu Palace has been waiting for a long time!"

He replied aloud and climbed the stairs.

After a while, I only heard the sound of footsteps, but it was Bu Tianyi, the master of the True Martial Palace, who couldn't bear to run down, and when he saw Feng Ziyue, his face changed, and he smiled bitterly: "I don't want Feng Gongzi to stray into this place, I'm afraid that I will be frightened, forgive my sins!"

Menghuang was a little strange, "Old Bu, what the hell is going on?"

Bu Tianyi saluted embarrassedly, "Miss, this matter is a long story, and the adults should explain to you in the future, but now, Lord Martial Sage wants to summon Feng Gongzi immediately, so ......"

"Now?"

Menghuang was taken aback and looked up at the moonlight, "Shouldn't this be the time for my father to retreat, how can it be?"

Feng Ziyue's heart was shocked, this Bu Tianyi was quite respectful to Menghuang, but he didn't expect Menghuang to be the daughter of a martial saint! No wonder everyone was so in awe of her, her identity was really special, but this could not explain their fear.

Feng Ziyue was silent, and only listened to Bu Tianyi's muttering: "I don't know about this matter, but Lord Martial Saint has already sent a few elders, each of whom is guarding the exit of the other three peaks, as long as Feng Gongzi comes out, he will immediately take him to the quiet room......"

Menghuang was secretly frightened in his heart, his father Martial Saint had been in retreat for many years, except for the second day of February every year, when there were ten thousand demon caves to deal with the most violent demon night attack, at this time of every night, he was alone in the quiet room to practice, and he never saw anyone.

Now he will make an exception for this Feng Ziyue?

And listening to Bu Tianyi's tone, Feng Ziyue's entry into this Ten Thousand Demon Cave was a complete accident, and this series of doubts made her confused.

"Lord Martial Saint summoned, I can't ask for it, Palace Master, please lead the way!"

For Feng Ziyue, anyway, sooner or later he has to meet with the martial saint, and it is best to meet him at this time to solve his doubts. Although the Martial Saint is famous and his strength is unfathomable, Feng Ziyue even dares to resist the Chu madman, so why is he afraid of a Martial Saint?

What's more, he is still concerned about his father's extraordinary safety.

"I have something to ask the palace master, I don't know who traveled with me before..."

Bu Tianyi smiled bitterly, "Childe's friend is skilled in martial arts, he slapped the old man, and then disappeared, Lord Martial Arts said, as long as you see Feng Gongzi, you will naturally see Gongzi's friend, so at this moment, Canglan Mountain, I don't spend any effort looking for him..."

As soon as he said this, Feng Ziyue's heart was a little settled, he knew that Feng Bufan had been hidden in Canglan Mountain for many years, and he must have means, and his father's martial arts progress, he could roughly grasp it, although Bu Tianyi could give full play to his innate strength, but it was not so easy to defeat him, and it was normal to suffer a small loss if he was caught off guard. However, before hearing the news, Feng Ziyue was always a little worried.

Menghuang next to him was confused, and he didn't understand what dumb riddles they were playing.

"Miss, then I'll quit first. ”

Even Bu Tianyi himself seemed to be a little afraid of Menghuang, he hurriedly pulled Feng Ziyue, said goodbye to Menghuang, went down to Qinglong Peak, crossed the plank road in the clouds, and returned to the main peak of Canglan Mountain.

Along the way, Feng Ziyue didn't say much to him, just closed his eyes and pondered, thinking about the current situation.

Canglan Mountain's reaction is always a little strange.

If they are domineering and domineering to ask themselves for the return of the Innate Yuan Fruit, or even turn their faces and make a move, this is understandable, but every time they are polite, and they have given up tracking their father Feng Bufan, and the Martial Saint is still anxious to see him, and there is always a strange smell in it.

However, all the secrets must be tied to the martial saint.

This meeting will definitely relieve all the doubts in his heart.

The quiet room of the martial saint, in a desolate clearing, when the bright moon was in the sky, and the moonlight shone on the grass house, it seemed a little sad, the cold wind was whining, and the wind chimes in front of the grass house window were dingdong, which made it even more lonely and cold.

The weeds in the clearing, knee-high, rustled when the wind blew, and the moss at the entrance of the grass hut had grown up the steps, and it seemed that few people had entered or left.

The owner of the Canglan Holy Mountain, a generation of martial saints, actually lives in such a desolate and desolate place? ,

There are still ten zhang away from the grass house, Bu Tianyi stopped, bent down and bowed, and before he started, he heard a quiet voice in the grass house.

"Tianyi, bring it in!"

This voice was not very high, but it sounded warmly in the ears, showing the outstanding strength of the people in the grass house.

Feng Ziyue's heart sank, and his evaluation of this martial saint was a few points higher.

Although it was just a sentence, the momentum displayed was not as good as that of Chu Maniac, but it was not under Long Buyang. Legend has it that the strength of the martial saint in the Canglan Sacred Mountain is not strong, and he only dominates the side with the white mist on the mountain, but I am afraid that it is also a bit exaggerated.

"Subordinates obey!"

Bu Tianyi agreed, and took Feng Ziyue to the front of the house, only to see that the door opened without wind, revealing one of the lone lamps like a bean.

Other than that, the quiet room looked empty.

On the ground, there was a wooden sword, a futon, a pot of tea, and a rough porcelain cup.

The figure of the martial saint was covered by the wall, but it could not be seen.

Just looking at the furnishings in this room, it is even more unimaginable, this is the residence of the Martial Saint, compared with the guest rooms of the Canglan Holy Mountain, it is more than a thousand times rougher here!

"Feng Ziyue meets the Martial Saint!"

Feng Ziyue didn't dare to slack off, and bowed at the door, then stepped into the quiet room, looked up, and saw that under the lonely lamp, the martial saint was sitting lonely, his eyes were closed, and in front of him, except for the wooden sword, there was not even a cup.

It seems that the pot of tea is also prepared for hospitality.

The old man, as if he didn't need anything anymore, had a calm and serene complexion, his white eyebrows drooping, his white hair neat, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead seemed to have been cut by a knife.

If you say according to the physiognomy method, this old man must be lonely and unblessed, his face is long and narrow, his eyebrows are like beans, his nose is sharp and hooked, his earlobes are short, and his lips are extremely thin.

However, these facial features are matched together, and they actually form a harmonious and natural temperament, especially when he opens his eyes, Feng Ziyue's heart can't help but jump.

People with great eyesight, Feng Ziyue has also seen that he is not sharp

Let's just say that my grandfather is Fengtianhe, who has been domineering and fierce for a long time, and his eyes are like tigers; he is like the teacher Ram Xi, although he is low-key, but when he suddenly opens his eyes, he is like an eagle falcon; as for the Chu madman, his eyes are like fire, and he seems to be able to ignite the world at any time.

And the eyes of the Martial Saints are different from them.

When he looked over, he glanced at it usually, but it made Feng Ziyue's heart alarmed, as if this gaze that had read the vicissitudes of a thousand years could immediately see through him completely.

What kind of people have such eyes?

"Sit!"

Wu Sheng led slightly, pointed to the futon in front of him, Feng Ziyue hesitated slightly, but sat down cross-legged, Bu Tianyi came over and poured tea for him, but he was extremely surprised in his heart.

When have you ever seen a martial saint so polite to people?

This kid is just a young man who has just passed the Tianwu trial, even if he becomes a descendant of Tianwu, there are four elders above him, and those four people can only sit honestly with the martial saint here, when can they have a sip of water to drink?

This young man plotted to snatch the Qingsheng White Cang's Ear Fruit, and the Martial Saint seemed to be quite wary of him before, why...

Bu Tianyi was puzzled, but he didn't dare to speak, bowed his head and said nothing.

"In the mountains and wilderness, there is only coarse tea to entertain, this tea is made of yellow essence, and I don't know if Feng Gongzi is used to it. The Martial Saint nodded and smiled.

When Feng Ziyue looked down, he saw that the color of the tea was sallow, which was very different from the tea he drank on weekdays.

"Good tea!"

Feng Ziyue praised and put down the porcelain cup.

I'm afraid that this tea is not as simple as Wu Sheng said, he only feels that there are hundreds of limbs in his body.

Wu Sheng smiled indifferently, flicked the sleeves of his robe, put away the tea set, stared at Feng Ziyue fixedly, looked up and down a few times, sighed, and then spoke.

"I can't imagine that in a thousand years, there is finally the first person who can break through the last level of the Heavenly Martial Trial, but even I, a martial saint, don't know the mystery, if it weren't for the strict prohibition of the past dynasties, I can't help but ask Feng Gongzi about the situation of the sixth level......"

The void space in the sixth level, as well as the mysterious white-robed woman, are indeed incomprehensible existences in this world. As the master of the Canglan Holy Mountain, the Martial Saint did not know the details, and Feng Ziyue was not unexpected.

"You participated in the Tianwu Trial just to clear the Saint White Cang Ear Fruit?"

After Wu Sheng finished sighing, he suddenly changed the subject, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Ziyue, as if he was watching his reaction.

Feng Ziyue was stunned, but this was the focus of his concern today, and since the Martial Saint asked, he also answered calmly.

"That's right, the only purpose of participating in the Tianwu Trial is to clear the Saint White Cang's Ear Fruit!"

Martial Saint's face changed slightly, "This thing, it's only used to suppress the invasion of demonic energy, what is the use of you?"

"My mother was injured by Luo Mian Demon Xuanpo back then, and after a long time, without this Qingsheng White Cang'er Fruit, she couldn't expel the demonic qi in her body, I knew that only this holy fruit was on Canglan Holy Mountain, so I participated in the Tianwu Trial, just to want this thing......"

There's nothing to hide from this, Feng Ziyue told him calmly, hoping that the martial saint would understand. He also took out the Innate Origin Fruit and put it in front of him, "I have no intention of getting this Innate Origin Fruit, the original thing is returned, I just ask the Martial Saint not to be surprised!"

"Healing my mother's injuries?"

The Martial Saint smiled dumbly, and he didn't look at the Innate Yuan Fruit, as if he was relieved.

Bu Tianyi also breathed a sigh of relief, what they had been worried about was that Feng Ziyue was instructed by someone to want to explore the details of the Canglan Holy Mountain by asking for the Qingsheng White Cang'er Fruit.

I didn't expect him to really want to clear the holy white cang's ear fruit to save people, which is really a great coincidence.

But as soon as he put his mind at ease, he heard Wu Sheng smile and said: "As a son of man, it is also appropriate to be filial to his mother." I won't hide it from you, in the Canglan Holy Mountain, there is indeed a Qingsheng White Cang Ear Fruit. ”

Ignoring Bu Tianyi's stunned expression, Wu Zun paused, and then said: "If you can do one thing for me, this Qingsheng White Cang'er Fruit, I will naturally give it to you, this Innate Yuan Fruit, I can also give you my position as a Martial Saint, and it will be passed on to you immediately on the day it is completed!"

"Your Excellency!"

Bu Tianyi was shocked and got up and exclaimed.

This Qingsheng Bai Cang'er Fruit has a great deal to do, how can it give it to people? As for the matter of passing on the throne, in Bu Tianyi's ears, he couldn't believe it.

Wu Sheng waved his hand, signaling him to be calm, then turned his head and smiled at Feng Ziyue: "I don't know what Feng Gongzi thinks?"

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