Chapter 2 Flying Cloud

Jing Li snorted coldly and finally let go.

Huaiyuan's foot was soft and he almost fell from the flying sword. At Jing Li's feet, he did not step on the flying sword, but floated in the sky with his own strength. This is naturally a proof of cultivation beyond the imperial sword period!

"People from Qingyun Daomen, come to our Xuantian Pavilion to talk about important matters." Jing Li's face was expressionless, he only squinted at Huaiyuan, and then asked, "Does it have anything to do with the demon that came to him a few days ago?"

Huaiyuan shook his head quickly: "No, no, it seems to be about a demon about to leave the customs..." Then he immediately paraphrased what Mo Shoucheng had said before.

Jing Li listened and nodded and said, "So that's it. Is your father and the elders in Feiyun Hall? Good, I'll take a look, too."

He was about to go to the cabinet when he had just taken a step. He turned his head and asked Huaiyuan, "A few days ago, I don't know the demons who came to the door. What news have you found during this period?"

"This... there is no news yet, but we have strengthened our vigilance..."

"You don't need to report that." Jing Li's eyes flashed, and then strode away. Huai Yuan looked at the other party's back with sweat, and the expression on his face gradually twisted. He clenched his hand into a fist and pinched it tightly.

Mo Shoucheng acted in the cabinet with the map instructions shown in the ring, while observing the layout of Xuantian Pavilion.

Xuantian Pavilion, together with Qingyun Daomen, Fengqi Valley and Baiyunzong, are all the leading sects of immortals in this fairy and demon way. Among them, Qingyun Daomen, who was born in Mo Shoucheng, is the best at refining magic weapons. Fengqi Valley, born in Butterfly Leaf Blue, is the most offensive spell, especially the most exquisite fire spell. Most of the disciples of Baiyunzong are best at fighting with martial arts and attacking magic weapons such as flying swords.

The Xuantian Pavilion, which is famous in the mainland of China, is prohibited by the array.

So when Mo Shoucheng got this task from the real immortal master, he knew why he wanted to find Xuantian Pavilion to help instead of Fengqi Valley and Bai Yunzong.

Of course, the two factions of Fengqi Valley and Baiyunzong will be notified, but in terms of the importance of this matter, it is far less than Xuantian Pavilion.

Mo Shoucheng felt a little strange when he saw the pavilions around him, but he couldn't say what was wrong. Surrounded by some inexplicable feelings, he manipulated his heroic moves and slowly approached the direction of the Feiyun Hall shown on the map.

On the way, he never met the second practitioners of Xuantian Pavilion. It was not until he went to the door of the Feiyun Hall, which seemed to be built on the soft white clouds, that he was finally stopped.

Two Xuantian Pavilion disciples came forward and politely saluted him before asking, "You are the little brother of Qingyun Daomen. The cabinet master and the elders have been waiting for a long time."

In the gap of greeting each other, Mo Shoucheng carefully looked at the huge building in front of him. Compared with the hall of Qingyun Daomen, it seems to be more majestic. However, the Qingyun Hall was built on the mountain, which was naturally stained with a little spiritual beauty. At this point, the Feiyun Hall was a few points higher.

"Little brother, please take back the machine beast." The disciple standing on Mo Shoucheng's left hand made a gesture of invitation. At this time, Mo Shoucheng noticed that he didn't know when his feet were no longer empty, but on the ground.

He quickly turned over and landed on his back, and then withdrew the machine beast to the Xuling Dharma Ring. At this time, he found that there was little space left in the Xuling Dharma Ring.

"This little brother, please come with me." At this time, the disciple of Xuantian Pavilion standing on the right hand of Mo Shoucheng took a step forward to guide him. Mo Shoucheng bowed his hand and thanked him, and then followed this disciple straight into the Feiyun Hall.

The passageway of the hall is wide, which can be parallel to ten people. Mo Shoucheng didn't circle much behind this disciple, but for a long time, he came to a red gate.

The disciple stood on the left side of the door, pushed the door for Mo Shoucheng and made a gesture of invitation.

At this time, Mo Shoucheng became embarrassed and couldn't help touching his nose habitually. Then he found that this action was indecent, and quickly withdrew his hand back. He leaned sideways and saluted the disciple who led the way, and then walked into the door.

Almost for a moment, Mo Shoucheng thought he had returned to the Giant Whale Gate.

The name Feiyun Hall sounds very bold. Standing outside the hall before, I also felt that the momentum was extraordinary. Even the previous passage was wide. The lighting beads and jade inlaid on the wall of the aisle left a deep impression on Mo Shoucheng.

But I didn't expect that the layout of this council chamber could be compared with the simplicity of the giant whale gate.

In the hall of the Giant Whale Gate, except for a few long tables and low chairs for eating and drinking, the only thing worth mentioning is the big bed where the old dragon king usually lies.

Although the council hall of Xuantian Pavilion is spacious, there are only a few chairs. It's worth mentioning, that is, the ground. The ground of this hall is actually transparent. People walk on it, as if the soles of their feet are stepping on glass, and they can directly see the scenery below.

"Mo Shoucheng, a disciple of Qingyun Taoist sect, was ordered by his master to return to the true immortal master and met the predecessors of Xuantian Pavilion."

He took a deep breath and told himself again that he would never wipe his face on Qingyun Daomen. Calm down, take a few steps forward, speak, and take advantage of the gap to take advantage of the people in the hall.

There are not many decorations in the hall, and those chairs are not full at this time. In front of Mo Shoucheng, which is also the upper seat of this council hall, sits a middle-aged man with a majestic face.

I only glanced at the man, and a chill came out of my heart. In fact, the man did not look at him, but leaned on the chair, supported his head with his left hand, and closed his eyes, as if he were sleeping. However, this person's clothes can't be wrapped, and the skin outside is transparent.

Through the white jade-like skin, Mo Shoucheng can clearly see the red blood vessels under his skin, as if even the countless criscrossing meridians can be seen clearly. Leaving aside that layer of skin, it's like a dead body that hasn't decayed yet! Mo Shoucheng even involuntarily came up with such a rude idea - if he was not dressed, could he see the other party's heart pounding?

But the man didn't even look at Mo Shoucheng, even if he was already standing in front of him. This is actually a very rude behavior - even if Mo Shoucheng is just a fledgling junior, he represents the whole Qingyun Taoist sect at this moment.

But he can't blame the other party at all. He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word. Until someone on the left hand made a voice for him: "Cough, Lord... The people of Qingyun Daomen are coming, you..."

Rao Shimo Shoucheng has speculated several times in his heart what kind of scene it was to see the predecessors of Xuantian Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with the current situation. He stood there. Although his face did not change, he was already extremely embarrassed and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Fortunately, there were other people in the hall. Mo Shoucheng had to turn his eyes around and first looked at the man on the left who had tried to relieve him.

The man's dress is ordinary, but it is just the uniform of Xuantian Pavilion, but this man looks extremely heroic when he wears it. He looks young. He only looks at his appearance. I'm afraid he is a few years younger than Mo Shoucheng's master Feiyun Zhenren.

This man's face was also a little embarrassed at this time. Seeing that Mo Shoucheng looked at him, he immediately laughed and stood up from the chair and said, "This Mo...Mo little brother..." This man was not good at words and dealing with people, but he was kind-hearted and tried to relieve Mo Shoucheng. But at this time, he had to say hello by himself, and he didn't know what to say.

His name is Ding Rui, and he is one of the four elders of Xuantian Pavilion. He does not talk about his cultivation, but in terms of his status in the immortal and demon way, he is really on an equal footing with the ancestor of Mo Shoucheng. At this time, he actually opened his mouth and shouted "little brother" Mo Shoucheng, how to make Mo Shoucheng not feel feared. He quickly bowed and raised his hand and said, "Don't dare, the senior just call Shoucheng next."

At this time, Ding Rui's forehead was sweating, looked at the cabinet owner, and then took turns to look at the three elders around him. He said anxiously: Why don't you talk, but let me say it? You know that I am the worst at communicating with people...

At this time, Zimo Shoucheng walked into the hall and the other three elders who had been bowing their heads laughed secretly at the same time. Finally, the voice became louder and louder and louder. Among them, the man on the right hand of Mo Shoucheng smiled the most exaggeratedly. The man first slapped the armrest of the chair under his hand, and finally leaned forward and backward with a smile and suddenly fell off the chair.

"Hahaha, hahaha, I can't help it! Ding Rui doesn't repair it. Why does your face turn into a pig's liver color? Did something go wrong in the practice last night?" The man got up from the ground and walked to Ding Rui as he spoke. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the other party and said, "You actually... call him 'little brother'. Hey, I'm not done. It's so funny."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ding Rui's face turn blue. He closed his mouth without saying a word and punched the other party directly. Ding Rui's cultivation is already in the middle of Xiangxian. The two are very close to each other, and the fist speed is fast. Although the other party's cultivation is similar to Ding Rui's, he only has time to carry Zhenyuan's body protection and eat this straight fist head-on.

At the moment of the two powerful collisions, a wave dispersed around. Mo Shoucheng secretly shouted bad, but his reaction was still a step slower, and it was too late to retreat.

What do these two seniors say to fight? What's wrong with the people in this Xuantian Pavilion? He shouted bitterly and had to quickly urge Zhenyuan in his body to try his best to defend against the aftershocks. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the collar was held from behind. Before he could come to his senses, he felt that his body was light and his feet had left the ground, and then his whole body pulled back a few feet.

"Those two old people will one day destroy this Feiyun Hall." The voice came from behind Mo Shoucheng.

Mo Shoucheng turned around and wanted to see who dragged himself out of the aftermath of the battle between the two immortal practitioners at that critical moment.

Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Sikong Lan's crying and smiling face.

"Huh? Why is it you?!"