It's late at night!

Under the moonlight, in the deep forest, more than a dozen figures flickered, and soon stopped in front of a giant peak.

"We're here!"

Looking up at the giant peak in front of him, he said softly.

"This is the giant peak where the Zhentian Courtyard is located!" Han Chen also raised his head, his eyes full of incomparably shock.

The giant peak in front of you is where the Zhentian Courtyard is located, and it can also be called Zhentianfeng!

He didn't feel much of a distance before, but it wasn't until this time that he was approaching, standing at the foot of the mountain, that Han Chen really felt the enormity of this mountain peak.

There are 5,800 zhang high, and there are 36,000 zhang between vertical and horizontal, which is huge and unmatched.

Moreover, this giant peak is also different from ordinary mountain peaks, the giant peak is overgrown with trees, there are many giant trees standing, hundreds of beasts are endless, and from time to time you can still hear bursts of loud ape cries and tiger roars, resounding through the mountain forest.

With the eyes moving up, you can also clearly see that on the top of this giant peak, at the edge, there are many houses, the houses are not luxurious, the blue bricks and tiles, seemingly ordinary, but there is an atmosphere and simple atmosphere, diffuse out, this is the precipitation of the long years, the accumulation of formation.

These are the places where those students and disciples live, and they are also their cultivation places, there are quite a few of them, and the giant peaks are stacked one after another, and there are a large number of houses in the building, as if they are endless, until the top and end of the giant peak.

"Let's go, let's go up first!" Baili Chitose looked at Han Chen and said.

Han Chen nodded naturally, and then several people did not waste time, and all their bodies were stretched, and they quickly went up along the path that stretched down the mountain peak

The giant peak is high, and there is a house!

The house is not big. There are three huts, one for resting, the second for meditation and qi practice, and the third for the hall for guest meals.

In front of the hut is a yard, and the yard area is more than 30 zhang longitudinal and horizontal. It is not small, the bluestone floor is paved, a wall is built around it, and there are two rows of weapon racks, which are generally used for practicing martial arts.

The yard is close to the edge of the giant peak cliff, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking around, you can overlook thousands of miles, and the forest sea is surging. The clouds are rolling around. If you have leisure, you can face the east, face the sunrise, inhale and exhale, and temper the true yuan, which can be described as fast.

At this time, it was almost late at night, but the owner of this courtyard. But he did not rest.

Boom

In the small courtyard, a slender figure. Flipping and moving, from time to time coquettishly screaming, the snow-bright long sword in his hand, moving with him, swaying the sword light.

It's just that although this sword light seems to be sharp, it is flashy. The sword style is also quite exquisite, but it has no form and no god.

If you look closely, you can find that this person who practices swords. There was no aura fluctuation on his body, and the long sword was swung, and there was no slightest energy agitation, just like an ordinary person.

On one side of the small courtyard, there were two people standing quietly. The person on the left is a young man, dressed in a black tight-fitting suit, with a thin figure and an extremely ordinary appearance, which belongs to the kind that is thrown into the crowd and cannot be found in the next moment.

But if you look closely, you will find that this young man's eyes are extremely deep, like a pool of water, the ancient well does not wave, there is no wave, there is no wave, it is always so calm, calm makes people's hearts tremble.

The one on the right is a young girl. Compared to that young man, this girl can be described as the spirit of Zhong Tiandi, and she is created by all things.

The slender posture, the world's face, especially the quiet temperament like a leaf of green lotus, like an elf who has fallen into the dust, as long as people take a look, they can no longer take their eyes off and indulge in it.

That's right, these two people are Han Xuan and Han Ling'er!

And the girl practicing swords in the courtyard is that Han Meiyao!

"Han Xuan, let Sister Yao stop!" At this time, Han Ling'er said loudly.

From sword practice to now, more than half an hour has passed. Han Meiyao was already injured, the hundred veins in her body did not exist, and the true yuan in the dantian could not function at all, so even if her cultivation still existed, she was only like a wasted person.

After more than half an hour of sword practice, Han Meiyao's body will also be exhausted, a delicate little face, pale as gold paper, her forehead is covered with fine sweat, and her heavy snort also confirms that her body has reached its limit.

"No!"

Looking up, looking at Han Meiyao, who was pale but still clenched with silver teeth, revealing a deep stubbornness, Han Xuan shook his head.

"Let her continue!"

For Han Meiyao, who grew up with her since childhood, Han Xuan knows best, although she is a woman, she is extremely strong, and there is a strong stubbornness and unyielding in her bones.

When she was in the Han family, among the five Han Xuan, the time she spent cultivating every day was definitely one or two hours more than the other four, and the amount of cultivation often exceeded the four people.

Now, suffering from this catastrophe, all the veins in the body have been abolished, and only the dantian cyclone is left, not to mention turning into a wasted person, but also enduring the suffering of the daily cyclone rage, sitting and waiting for death.

This is a great impact for Han Meiyao. But even so, this naturally stubborn and unyielding girl still did not give up.

For three months, I practiced every day.

There are no hundred veins, and it is impossible to cultivate the true element, so he practices the sword over there to improve the cultivation of the sword, and at the same time tries to run the cyclone to refine the increasingly turbid true element.

Although it doesn't help. Even making the frequency of cyclones more frequent and painful, she never gave up, day after day, never stopped.

"Have you ever found out who did it?" Looking at Han Meiyao, after a long time, Han Ling'er asked out loud.

"The other party made a quick move, and he hid his identity, no one witnessed it, and neither did Yao Yao!" Hearing this, Han Xuan shook his head and said, "It's hard to investigate!"

Hearing Han Xuan's words, Han Linger's eyebrows frowned slightly.

was injured by someone's shot, but in the end, he didn't even know who the other party was, and he couldn't take revenge.

This feeling makes people feel depressed, and there is no way to vent the anger in their hearts.

"What about those people?" Han Ling'er said again.

Han Xuan naturally understood who Han Ling'er was referring to, it was those geniuses who had been admiring Han Ling'er for the past three years.

These people have no good impression of Han Xuan and the others, and even hate them.

"There are some possibilities, but it's not big!" Han Xuan nodded, he had no doubt about this, but then he said: "However, if you make a move, you will definitely kill with one blow, but you will not kill a killer!"

This blow will kill, and only waste a hundred veins, but not a killer, but two results.

Just like the prisoner, he was sentenced to death and capital punishment. The former is an ordinary death penalty, and if you kill it, it's over. The latter is similar to the Ling Chi who has been cut by a thousand cuts, and it is completely different.

Han Xuan and the others were indeed hated by those geniuses, but it was not yet the time of life and death grudges, and ruthless people like that Yan Yunqi were a minority after all.

If others make a move, I'm afraid it will be a lesson at most, and if they are seriously injured, it will be about the same.

Hearing this, Han Ling'er didn't speak again, but the pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned tighter, and there was a touch of helplessness in her eyes.

For such a result, it was completely unexpected for her.

At this time, she even began to wonder if it was a mistake to come to Dongling Academy three years ago.

Thinking of this, in her mind, she couldn't help but think of a young man's face, a young man who was delicate and had a clean smile.

I remembered again that before parting, at the dusk on the top of the back mountain, the two hugged each other and snuggled up, watching the sunset.

With a flip of his hands, a wood carving with small sleeves appeared in Han Ling'er's hand, the wood carving was snow-white, looking like a teenager, wearing a long shirt, with a faint smile on his face, vivid and moving.

It was Han Chen.

"Brother Han Chen, when are you coming?" Ling'er has been waiting for a long time" Looking at the wood carving in his hand, Han Ling'er's eyes were slightly distracted, and he muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Han Xuan on the side lowered his gaze slightly and was silent.

"Uh-huh"

At this moment, a muffled snort suddenly sounded, followed by a 'dang long', and the sword fell to the ground.

Han Xuan and the others woke up suddenly, looked up, their faces changed, and they saw that in the courtyard, Han Meiyao, who was originally practicing swords, fell to the ground at this time, the long sword was out of his hand, and his body was curled up tightly, his face was full of pain.

"Oh no, the True Yuan Cyclone is going berserk again!" (To be continued......