Chapter 5 Draw the Sword

I don't know how long it has been flying, but I only feel that the speed is gradually slowing down. Looking down, it is the top of a high mountain. The mountains are vast, and the faint clouds float on the top of the mountain. There are dozens of houses on the peak, which are simple.

Green trees linger, and flowers compete for beauty. It is a beautiful place. There is another lake on the top of the mountains. Although it is not big, it is dotted like a gemstone, so that the whole mountain is immersed in the atmosphere of immortals.

Several people fell in front of the mountain gate, and saw the three- or four-person-high stone pillar gate, supported by four pillars and engraved with flying phoenixes, and on the pillar was a stone plaque with the word 'Xianxia Peak' written on it, ancient and antique, with traces of age.

Everyone took off their swords and stood still. Just as they were about to enter the mountain gate, they saw that Yun Feichen was still holding their master desperately, and they all giggled.

"Little brother, when you arrive, why are you still hugging? You are so dirty that you are about to dirty the master's clothes." The women couldn't help laughing.

Yun Feichen scratched his head and pretended to be silly and smiled, "Ha ha, I was so scared in the sky just now. I didn't realize that I thought it was in the sky, so I held it so much. Don't laugh at me for making my clothes dirty. You know, as long as the master can use it, let alone wash clothes, let me wash the pit."

The women couldn't help laughing again. The female master in yellow first had a straight face, but when she looked at Feichen's smiling face, she was also helpless and sighed, "You child... alas."

Yun Feichen followed the master and six senior sisters to the faction, and looked around from time to time. It didn't look very big. The flat land was only three or four miles in radius. It was just because there was Tianhu to take water, so he could set up a faction here.

While thinking nonsense, two female disciples came over.

"Welcome back to the leader." The two female disciples met the leader and glanced at Yun Feichen. They were a little surprised how there could be a sloppy boy here.

"Palm... Master? Is the master the head of the Xianxia Fairy School? Feichen's face was shocked. He had long known that the head of a school was the head, and it was not easy to say anything in his heart. He actually worshipped a head as a teacher, and his future would be great and unlimited.

The female master said lightly, "Well, the teacher is indeed the head of the Xianxia faction." After saying that, he stopped explaining. He turned his head and asked the two female disciples who came to greet him, "What's the matter on the peak?"

One of the disciples said, "Go back to the leader. Seven days ago, there were two three generations of disciples in Qingxuanmen who asked for a meeting. They said that there was something important to discuss, and now they are waiting at the guest house at the foot of the mountain."

"Eh, I see. Take your new little brother to wash up first, and invite them to meet in the main hall in the afternoon." The female master waved her hand and let the two go down the peak. She took Yun Feichen and several of her disciples into the largest main hall.

This hall occupies a lot of space, several times larger than the small house surrounded by it. I think the small house is a place for disciples to rest, and this hall that says 'Xianxia Hall' is for hospitality.

There is a statue of Sanqing on the main hall. The incense is continuous, and in the middle is a chair of Zhang Huanghuali, which is the head, and there are six slightly smaller chairs on both sides, which are for guests.

The master sat down in the chair, and the other six female disciples stood aside. Yun Feichen stood obediently. He knew that he had just entered the sect and must have received instruction, so he did not dare to say more. He knelt on the ground and waited for the instruction.

When the master saw that the scene became serious, he was also satisfied that although the new apprentice was stubborn, he still knew the general idea. He knew when to be quiet and when to be naughty.

"Today, when you enter the Xianxia School, you should know about the sect. Now as a teacher, I will tell you all the matters of the Xianxia School. The Xianxia School has been established for a hundred years. The name of the ancestor of this sect is Ruqing, and the teacher inherits Qingxuan. More than ten years ago, the ancestor went to travel around the world. As a teacher, he is the second generation of the Xianxia School, Ru Yushi, also He is the personal disciple of his ancestor Ru Qing.

Ru Yushi said this, took a sip of tea, and was about to continue talking, but suddenly a disciple came in outside the door.

"Master...Fu... Sun Zinclin, a disciple of Qing Xuanmen, asked for a meeting, but without approval, he had fought with several senior sisters guarding the mountain gate, and said that he had to see the leader at this moment." This female disciple is not very old and seems to have never experienced such things. She spoke and reported in a panic.

Bang! As soon as Ru Yushi heard the female disciple's words, she slapped her on the chair and said angrily, "How can this fellow be so bold! Didn't I tell you to see you in the afternoon? Isn't it that if the ancestor is not here, he despises my Xianxia faction!?"

Without taking care of Yun Feichen, Ru Yushi took a few disciples to the mountain gate.

Yun Feichen was also angry with this thing that broke into the mountain gate. He had just entered the Xianxia School and worshipped such a beautiful master and a lot of beautiful senior sisters. Without saying anything, he came to destroy it. Even Qingxuanmen, which is known as the first faction in the world, would not leave horizontally, right?

He was very out of the Qing Xuanmen because of Chen Qiaoer's incident. Now he has bullied his beautiful master and senior sister's sect, and now he thinks it has deepened the extremely bad impression of this sect.

In front of the mountain gate, an arrogant laughter sounded the whole mountain.

"Haha! Unbearable! It's really vulnerable! Are all the disciples of Xianxiafeng so useless?" Laughing crazily is a teenager, sixteen or seventeen years old, with heavy eyebrows, a pair of red phoenix eyes, a red face, and proudly independent with a sword.

The sword in his hand, with an orange body and a red edge, looks like extraordinary iron. There are two ancient inscriptions written on it. If you look closely, it is the word 'flowing flies', and the bottom of the handle is inlaid with a red elixir core, which is dazzling. It seems to be the source of the power of this sword.

Next to the teenager, there were several female disciples guarding the mountain. Although there were no sword wounds, the white clothes were more or less burnt marks, and their faces were miserable. Obviously, they were injured by the fireworks on the weapon.

"You crazy! Which elder of Qingxuan is under?! Stop it!" Ru Yushi shouted coquettishly.

"Master! No need to talk nonsense to him! Let me teach him a lesson!" Lin Ruyue, who likes to get ahead, is full of power. At this time, she doesn't care so much. They have bullied her. Her master is noble, and only her disciple is on the same level as the other party. Who is out of her?

So he pulled out a blue sword and stabbed it!

The blue sword is called 'blue', and the sword body is as famous, three feet and two inches. Although it is the magic weapon specifications commonly used by ordinary Xianxiafeng disciples, this is also the top weapon in the hands of the disciples, and it is only a grade lower than the 'Bailing' magic weapon sword in Ru Yushi's hand.

But it's a lot compared with the previous cloud flying to repair the green 'tears'. After all, one is a magic weapon, and the other is a fairy artifact, not a level.