"Yuan Baby?!"

In the sky above the Medicine Pavilion, Tie Mu, who was fighting with the Yusu Mountain's Yudan monks, subconsciously looked in the direction of the Dan Field, and when he sensed the aura emanating from Mo Xiong's body, the whole person trembled!

There was a look of disbelief in his eyes!

Yuan Baby...

In terms of the Cloud Water Realm, it is completely the realm of legends!

Everyone knows that thousands of years ago, there were no Yuanying monks in the Yunshui world, so at that time, Kunlun, Yusu, Penglai, Xiaozhao Temple, and Kyushu were established.

The first appearance of Yuan Ying was the Kunlun Pavilion Lord a thousand years ago, which coincided with the chaos of the cult in Kyushu.

The Kunlun Pavilion Lord pacified the cult, restored Kyushu, established the Immortal Pavilion, and reestablished the order.

Since then, every Kunlun Pavilion Master has been an Immortal Pavilion Master, and they are all Yuan Ying cultivators.

Since then, Kunlun has surpassed the other three and stood on the top of Yunshui, becoming the admiration of all the cultivators of Yunshui.

And now, the Shangzong of Yusu Mountain has actually condensed into a Yuan Infant, how can Tie Mu not be shocked!

Tiemu was horrified, but the monks of Yusu Mountain were excited, as the saying goes: the eldest eats meat, and the younger brother drinks soup.

Now that his boss has condensed into a Yuan Infant, and the big guy in Kunlun Mountain doesn't care about anything, when the next Immortal Alliance is established, the Yusu Mountain Shangzong will be a well-deserved alliance leader! And they will also become the head of the many forces in Yunshui! Wouldn't it be nice to crisscross Kyushu!

These things, but as soon as you think about them, you are excited!

"Shangzong has achieved Yuanying, and we will use the blood of this medicine pavilion to congratulate Shangzong!"

The three elders of Yusu Mountain shouted, and their voices fell into the ears of every Yusu Mountain monk, and these people all laughed excitedly, killing, and going crazy!

Even... In the words of the three elders of Yusu Mountain, the people of the Medicine Pavilion were all beaten into evil rebellions!

According to their plan, the medicine pavilion was destroyed, and on top of the immortal league conference, Yusu Mountain, as the leader of the alliance, announced that the medicine pavilion was infiltrated by the cult, and they Yusu Mountain had no choice but to destroy the medicine pavilion, which was for Kyushu to eliminate harm, which was reasonable and legal and compliant.

A good abacus in one hand, and a seamless fight.

After all, at that time, Mo Xiong would ascend to the position of the leader of the alliance with Yuan Ying Xiu, who would dare to disagree with him, who would dare to question it? !

The strong is king, and the eternal principle is immutable.

............

Yongzhou, Liangzhou, the place where the two states meet.

Here, there is a continuous snow-capped mountain, and its name... Kunlun.

This mountain is worshiped as a holy place by millions of people in Yunshui.

Kunlun Mountain is thousands of miles in circumference, and no monk dares to step into half a point at will without permission.

The main peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Snow is sprinkled all year round, and at a glance, the peaks are covered with snow.

Ancient wooden pavilions dotted with snow stand on this main peak.

Peaks.

A man with long snow-white hair scattered behind him, wearing a blue robe, stood here with his hands behind his back.

His eyebrows are white, but his face does not have the folds of an old man, but more like a young man in his twenties, his face is as resolute as a knife, and he is extraordinarily handsome.

At this moment, his face was slightly wrinkled, looking at this snowflake sky, as if he sensed something, his eyes were like stars and the sun and the moon.

The master of the Immortal Pavilion, the master of the Kunlun Pavilion, the first cultivator of Yunshui, the first sword saint Han Xiu!

As the only existing Yuanying Cultivator in the Cloud Water Realm, when an aura comparable to his own appeared in this realm, he was naturally the first to be able to perceive it.

"What's the matter, do you think that the position of Yunshui's first cultivation is threatened?"

A muddled voice sounded, and behind Han Xiu, a middle-aged man with tattered clothes, drunken hair, and a scumbag beard walked over.

Holding a wine gourd in his hand, shake it three times in one step.

Han Xiu's younger brother Lu Changyi, the sword is not drunk... Drunken maniac!

"Heaven and earth have their own way. ”

Han Xiu just said lightly.

"Dao, your Tao is to die in this mountain without doing anything?"

"Your way! is here to watch the chaos in Kyushu?!"

"Your way! is to watch corpses strewn across the field and blood-stained the earth?!"

"Your way..."

The drunken maniac raised his head, the wine in the gourd fell into his mouth with crystal sparkle, he drank the wine, took a deep breath, stood side by side with Han Xiu, looked east from the top of this peak, at this moment, he couldn't see the slightest hint of drunkenness on his face, some were just sad, regretful, angry...

"Your way... I can't even see her for the last time. ”

It was vaguely visible that the moment the drunken maniac's words were spoken, Han Xiu, the first cultivator of Yunshui, trembled and recovered in an instant.

"Senior brother, you're drunk. ”

"Drunk? yes, I've been drunk, you... And how have you ever woken up? ”

The drunken maniac looked up to the sky and smiled, turned around and walked, his body swayed, and after three steps, he turned into a sword light and broke through the air, leaving only a word echoing in the air.

"Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk. ”

And at this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice came, it was a woman wearing a cyan Taoist robe, with a simple bun, long dark hair draped behind her, a delicate and delicate face with a goose egg face, big eyes and thin eyebrows, very well-behaved, came to Han Xiu three meters behind him to stop, and saluted respectfully.

"Master, Penglai has come to see someone. ”

............

Rain Mountain, Medicine Pavilion.

The wind was howling and blowing in the world.

Those Yusu Mountain monks, after learning that Mo Xiong had condensed the Yuan Infant, were all greatly boosted, and the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion began to gradually lose their support.

All of them... At this moment, they all looked at Danchang and Qin Feng!

In their eyes, Qin Feng was their last hope.

It is also the last hope of the Medicine Pavilion!

If Qin Feng wins, the medicine pavilion will be saved, and Qin Feng will be defeated... The Medicine Pavilion, which has been inherited for 10,000 years, will disappear in the Yunshui Realm from now on!

On a pavilion 10,000 meters away from the east of the Dan Field, far away from the killing place, and far away from the Dan Field, Yun Ling stood on the top of this pavilion, looking closely at the direction of the Dan Field with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Hands, squeezed tightly.

For the first time in my life... She was so nervous that she was trembling all over.

Dan Field.

The cigarette at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth had already burned to the bottom.

"Being able to die in the hands of my Yusu Mountain Sect, the future leader of the Immortal Alliance, Mo Xiong, is also the glory of your life. ”

Mo Xiong smiled arrogantly, the blue sword in his hand was raised, and in an instant, when he raised the sword, around this Dan Field, dozens of huge phantoms appeared, surrounding the entire Dan Field, exactly the same as his movements, and raised the sword in his hand simultaneously.

The tip of the sword is pointed directly at Qin Feng!

A powerful coercion that Qin Feng had ever encountered in his life emanated from Mo Xiong's body and from the dozens of thousands of phantoms that surrounded the Dan Field.

The eyes are still as calm as water.

The corners of his mouth loosened slightly, and the burned-out cigarette butt fell to the ground.

Qin Feng's hand slowly raised, and he violently grasped the Dinghai Divine Needle standing on the side!

At the same time, the one hundred and eight Canglan swords also fell from the sky, condensing back to nine swords around Qin Feng's body, circling around.

Eyes... A look of determination swept by!

War!