Half a month has passed since the battle between Yufeng Chenfan Mountain Gate. That battle, after countless people's mouths, was either exaggerated or added fuel to the fire, turned into multiple different versions, and quickly flowed into the world.

Afterwards, Zhongzhou, which has a vast territory and a brilliant place, was like a stone thrown into a pond, splashing countless ripples.

The bustling and noisy city, the ancient towns surrounded by mountains and rivers, streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses are talking about it. Let those storytellers who rely on their mouths make enough money for tea and wine.

The world that has been silent for many years is like an empty and lonely pool, without wind or waves, without any slight waves. But in the past month, the dead trees suddenly became spring and rejuvenated with infinite vitality.

Auspiciousness comes from the sky, flowing light spreads all over the world, stone tablets are unearthed, triggering a resurgence of spiritual energy and showing the image of the great world!

Some people who were raised in spirits appeared, some people who were Mu Chenzhou, Su Yi, Bai Shaoku and others came out of the mountain with strong strength. Some people who were infatuated and had a broken string of piano and played a song of Sadness. Some people danced in the world and sent their old friends to retreat to the old mountains and lakes.

There are also old people who step on the sword and rush to the sky, swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and seven swords go up to the Nine Yang, hoping to start a battle of thunder.

Hua Gu, the first person in the world, set off his sword and stopped his sword.

The young and young girls in Mingyue Town joined hands to retreat to the enemy.

The descendant of Ji Shui, who subdued the demons with one hand, and the song of Jiuhua Town Spirit, intercepted Fuyao's invasion in the long streets of the sky.

Just like a piece of iron pen and black ink, one stroke by one, it has written a new world and opened a more brilliant and glorious legendary chapter.

A passionate boy is a boy, and a picture-like boy is also a boy!

In the past, there were the Holy Mother Wen Jiuxiao riding a crane and hearing the Tao in the pond, and Zhao Cangling fished and caught a great spiritual disaster.

Now there is Gu Menger in the Palace of Love, who paints the wind and snow with a sword, and the wind slaughteres the Nine Yang, and the snow burys the Nine Yang. There is a pride in the mountains, Yusang, and the iron sword shakes the world before it comes out of the world.

Ji Changfeng plays the piano and fights invincible.

Ning Tian has a ditches in his heart, so he wants to be the only one in the world!

Yufeng fought against Chen Fan, and regained the power of the domineering spear.

The world is vast, the wind and storm are coming, and the trend keeps playing!

A few days ago, Tai Chi, the king of Shu in Daliang, went to the Daliang imperial capital alone and entered the imperial city at night. In front of the ancient Golden Palace, which was unknown in age, facing thousands of iron-armored soldiers, hundreds of royal relatives and nobles pointed at the Emperor of Daliang and cursed bloody.

Then he cut off three thousand black iron spears with one sword, destroyed the ladder in front of the hall and disappeared, and turned around and left.

Then, the Emperor of Daliang issued a decree, Ning Taiji defied the royal family by virtue of his merits, removed Ning Taiji Shu King from his throne, and expelled him from the country, and was not allowed to enter Daliang. The wedding of Ning Tianyi and Princess Shiqi Xuening was cancelled and he was ordered to leave Daliang immediately!

There is another even more shocking news. From ancient times to the present, hell has been hiding in the dark, and the name of sharp bayonets makes people feel timid and suddenly speaks out.

The pursuit of the Jiuyou Dang Blood Order of Feng Xing'er, the Bingli Sword Lord of Ruoqing Immortal Palace, was cancelled, and a large number of bloody assassins in black appeared in the dark and retreated from Liufeng Ancient City.

Nine Nethers scattered blood and never ended. Once the ancient order came out, the gods could not escape. But no one could understand why hell suddenly gave up and made this decision.

The ninth peak of Liuyun Sword Sect.

Chen Fan slowly sat up from the soft couch, and a ray of morning light shone on him through the window. The broken bones of his right arm were approaching healing with the efforts of Mu Chenzhou and many elders.

He spent countless rare treasures, and all kinds of spiritual liquids were almost inexhaustible to Chen Fan's hands.

In the battle with Yufeng, Chen Fan was seriously injured beyond everyone's expectations. He thought he was just a little collapsed and his right arm bone was broken.

But who knew that a day later, Chen Fan's body suddenly appeared in strands, countless tiny blood lines, blood veins were blocked, and his meridians were broken. His body was swollen like a cowhide drum.

Fortunately, Chen Fan had already condensed his veins, and the newly formed spiritual roots of the Taoist mansion were constantly combing his body with innate purple qi, and with the assistance of the sect's spiritual medicine, he slowly recovered his vitality.

Even so, it took more than twenty days to make Chen Fan look the same as an ordinary person. However, his right hand cannot bear the weight and his body is fragile. In his current state, any 7 or 8-year-old naughty boy can make him suffer.

Fortunately, his vitality has recovered. He does more exercise to promote the circulation of qi and blood. He uses spiritual medicine to take care of it. It will be fine in almost three days.

Three days later, it was exactly the day when Liuyun Sword Classic was opened. It was also the time when Chen Fan was ranked as the sword.

In recent days, many major sects have visited each other, with colorful lights hanging high in the mountains, and the scene is full of joy.

Chen Fan slowly put on his clothes, carried a broom and went out to sweep the stone steps in the mountains.

This is also the rule set by Mu Chenzhou. Fang Xin decided to do it before, but now it has become his first thing every day when he wakes up.

Along the way, I met many disciples of Jiufeng who were getting up early, and they all laughed and laughed with Chen Fan. Chen Fan also smiled and said that he was going to visit him after finishing his morning class.

Their faces changed and they were laughing and crying. Chen Fan hummed a little song from somewhere and followed the waiter who had already condensed his veins and walked towards the stone steps swaying.

The stone steps on the Nine Peaks are actually very clean, and they cannot be said to be spotless, but at least they won’t get dirty even if they sit on them. Sweeping them a day is also a practice in the words of Mu Chenzhou.

Xiao Erbai jumped on the bored stone steps, climbing up Chen Fan's shoulders, and hanging on Chen Fan's waist. Chen Fan was focused and cleaned very seriously.

Just as Chen Fan was cleaning the stone steps, a gray-haired old Taoist appeared behind him. It was the big face that appeared in the air when Chen Fan condensed his veins.

Chen Fan and Xiao Er did not notice at all. The old Taoist looked calm and his eyes were plain. He looked at Chen Fan without any expression, but he was particularly strange.

After Chen Fan finished cleaning the first level and the first level, he put down his broom and sat directly on the stone steps, looking into the distance with his eyes.

After the old Taoist stopped for a long time, he slowly disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared before.

The wind in the mountains is the purest in the early morning and has a slight dampness, which can make people feel at ease and calm.

Chen Fan sat in a daze, but his mind flew out of the flowing clouds.

He missed Chen Xian a little, Qin Guang and Kunpeng. He liked Kunpeng's simplicity, and liked the way Chen Xian and Qin Guang stood by him without hesitation when he was in danger.

I also thought of the joy and joy of drinking and talking with Ji Changfeng in Mingyue Town.

Finally, I thought of Gu Menger who seemed to fall in love with her at first sight. When she was in Ying Menghua Valley, she was beside him, except for her senior brothers and sisters, and she had been fighting side by side with him.

When she first met the wind and rain bridge, she held an umbrella across the bridge, her white clothes were as poetic as a painting, and her face was fascinating. But Chen Fan was fascinated by her eyes.

If you can't control your smirk when you think of someone, you probably like it.

Chen Fan remembered what Mu Lingyao said. She smiled silly at that time. The figure in her mind should be the eldest brother!

Chen Fan smiled, picked up the broom at his hand, and slowly walked back to Jiufeng.

He had to go to Jiange at noon and read books at the library in the afternoon. He was quite busy.

When his figure disappeared at the end of the stone steps, an old man suddenly appeared in the seat where he was sitting. If Chen Fan was still there, he would definitely be very surprised. He was the grandfather who raised Chen Fan in the mountains.

He rushed to the Liuyun Sword Sect when Chen Fan condensed his vein and kept hiding in the dark. Even the old Taoist, who was suspected to be one of the ancestors of the Liuyun Sword Sect, had not noticed his existence.

Chen Fan didn't know that when he was sweeping the stone steps, two old men with indescribable cultivation appeared in front of him.

When he walked past the lotus pond in front of the house, he suddenly saw a green lotus.

He was surprised that the lotus is mostly white, and he had seen a lot, but this green lotus was the first time he saw it. It was hidden beside the pond, covered by lotus leaves, and could not be discovered without careful observation. Chen Fan was lucky and found its traces with a glance.

Chen Fan leaned down and gently touched the green lotus. Unexpectedly, the green lotus had no roots and stems, only the lotus floated on the water surface. When Chen Fan touched it, it slowly floated.

Chen Fan reached out and held Qinglian in the palm of his hand. He felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he could not describe it.

"What a pity. You can't survive without roots. Such a beautiful Qinglian actually died prematurely. Well, I'll take you back and use some spiritual liquid to water it. It's a few days to live!" Chen Fan whispered to Qinglian. Qinglian seemed to understand Chen Fan's words, and the lotus petals seemed to move in a trance.

Chen Fan held the green lotus and walked all the way. After returning to the room, he found a celadon basin. After he fell down seven or eight bottles of sword marrow spiritual liquid, he realized that something was wrong.

Although the green lotus is rare, it is still a mortal flower after all. If you pour so much spiritual liquid down, you will probably be like those seriously ill monks who are suffering from deficiency and cannot be replenished, and the speed of withering will be accelerated.

He frowned and thought for a while, and then injected a lot of clean water. After mixing well, the liquid in the basin showed a faint blue color with spiritual fluctuations, but not as violent as before.

"It should be almost done!" Chen Fan smiled, put the green lotus into the basin, and poured some liquid onto the lotus petals.

"It depends on your own next." Chen Fan smiled, and while speaking, he gently tapped Qinglian before turning around and walking out of the door. It's almost time, and he should go to Mu Chenzhou to practice.

After Chen Fan left, the green lotus suddenly changed. The water dot that Chen Fan dripped on the lotus petals suddenly floated up and fell into the basin without falling.

Two lotus petals were slightly raised, just like a person was doing a blindfolded hand, and a very weak laughter came out.

At the foot of Liuyun Mountain, thirty miles away, there is a magnificent and majestic city called Yunze.

The city was bustling with people, and sects of all sizes gathered here. Inns and inns and inns were already crowded, and even many homestays were occupied by a large number of foreign monks.

Many disciples dressed in Liuyun costumes were interspersed everywhere in the city, one for reception and the other for maintaining order, and were already busy.

Fortunately, the first-class sects with strong sects were directly arranged on Liuyun Mountain, with the old leader of the sect in charge, and they did not need to be received by them.

Most of the people guarding Yunze City at the foot of the mountain were second-rate forces who came to watch the ceremony. They did not dare to be too unscrupulous, so they were just a little rough and messy, and were still very polite to the Liuyun disciples who entered the city to guard.

Outside Liuyun's sphere of influence, there was a woman in white walking alone, and dozens of young men followed a hundred meters behind him, but no one dared to get closer.

The Han Dynasty, led by Liu Tai, led three hundred tiger and wolf troops to fly in iron blood and rose into the sky, with an amazing aura.

Lishan Sword Sect, a huge lightsword drove out of the mountain gate. Standing at the tip of the sword was Su Yi, a drunkard who rushed back from Ruoqing Immortal Palace.

Behind him was a young man carrying a sword around his waist!
Chapter completed!