Chapter 233 Up the Mountain and River Hall

Xiaodie was just eager to talk to Jin Yang, but she didn't notice that Jin Yang's cultivation was noticed by Fang Zixuan's disciples behind her. The second sister with a big sword with an unaccustomed face to Jin Yang walked to Jinyang.

"Brother Jinyang, please take care of it. This time, it's all up to Brother Jinyang. I'll wait..." The second sister, who is not like a woman with a big sword on her back, sighed and pushed away. When the anxious Xiaodie just heard Jinyang's voice, she knew that Lin Qingshui would definitely have a result, and he would definitely get a more accurate news as his potential identity. Now after getting a positive answer, he looked at Jin Yang in front of him, and his eyes slowly became incredible.

"Have you become a fairy?" Xiaodie looked at Jinyang in front of him, dressed in coarse linen and long black hair, thinking that he was a slutty and unruly wandering disciple. Well, I have become a fairy." Jin Yang replied with a smile.

"That would be better!" The happy little butterfly's anxious face dispersed, and her eyes also noticed the two people who had been standing behind Jin Yang without talking. Is this?" Jin Yang quickly looked back at Nie Wushuang's mother and daughter, and looked back at the smiling and polite butterfly.

"This is my apprentice Nie Wushuang. I don't know if they can settle down on the Qianhuan Bingyun Peak?" Jin Yang looked at Xiaodie, who had a much better attitude than Qin Ziyi and smiled. Before Xiaodie spoke, the faces of the nine disciples behind her were a little strange. Xiaodie seemed to feel it. She waved her hand in the air and said to Jin Yang, "Of course, welcome. Of course, your apprentice can set foot on the Thousand Fantasy Ice Cloud Peak and practice!" When Xiaodie looked at the golden teeth, the word apprentice was extremely heavy.

Crossing Jinyang's eyes fell on his children, Nie Wushuang even felt a trace of eagerness to see through his content. On the contrary, Mrs. Yingwu around Nie Wushuang did not receive much attention.

"Let's go to Nanyuan first." Xiaodie completely became the master of Qianhuan Bingyunfeng after the absence of Fang Zixuan and Lin Qingshui. None of the nine disciples refuted, and even the fierce second sister with a sword on her back had no objection.

"No." Jinyang shook his head, rejected Xiaodie's proposal, and said directly, "I'd better go to the Shanhe Hall to ask the elder. My disciples are practicing on the peak. This is her mother." Jin Yang's introduction also decided his own actions.

Xiaodie looked at Jinyang, and her smiling face suddenly became solemn. Looking at Jinyang, she still looked like a scrutiny. Jinyang didn't mind and generously let her see enough. Be careful. The situation in the door is a little strange. My status is not enough and I can't figure it out.

"I know." Jinyang nodded and felt this atmosphere when he returned to Tianmen, even when he returned to Daozu Island, not far from the Lishan Sword School. As for the two daughters behind him, Jin Yang did not give them a chance to speak and directly determined their where to go.

As a disciple, the instructions of the early master should be carried out without reservation.

This is Jin Yang's attitude.

"Then you, go. I will say hello to them." Xiaodie hesitated for a moment. As soon as Jinyang returned to Tianmen, she went to Shanhe Hall to do this kind of thankless work, and even had to bear the anger of the elders in Zhenshan. She didn't want Jinyang to go immediately.

"Then I'll go." After Jinyang decided, he didn't stop. Standing in front of Qianhuan Bingyun Peak, he flew to Tianzhu Peak before entering.

Jinyang, who flew to Tianzhu Peak, did not go to Tianzhu Peak as quickly as possible, but stayed between the peaks, observing why the vitality of this huge sect of Tianmen plummeted, from a fairyland at the level of a sacred place to the level of ordinary sect.

"Brother, don't draw vitality from my mountain." An eager sound came to Jinyang's ears, and Jinyang's breath, which was stranded on a short mountain peak, stagnated and held his breath in his chest. His body instinctively absorbed little vitality and was stopped by people in this once energetic Tianmen?

Stop it!

"This brother. Brother finally kept a little vitality to cultivate ancient medicine. You'd better stay away. A hurried figure appeared in front of Jinyang, and his hair was entangled like a grass, but the blackness showed that he was not a monk in Shouyuan.

Jinyang, who stood between the peaks, looked at the owner of the hill and looked up at the mountain only 3,000 feet high, estimating that he could smash it with one fist. What's going on inside the mountain gate now? The abundant vitality has suddenly fallen by more than three levels. Jin Yang looked at the nervous brother and asked seriously. Originally, the brother, who didn't know the specific origin with a grimace face, looked at Jin Yang from top to bottom and then said, "I haven't seen you among so many seed disciples." The brother pondered for a moment, looked at Jin Yang, and said slowly, "Forget this matter of absorbing vitality. I want to know that I will ask the elder Zhenshan. And don't absorb my vitality anymore.

After saying that, the grumpy brother turned around and went back to his peak and didn't want to be too entangled with Jin Yang.

"What the hell is going on?" Jinyang became more and more strange, and the whole ancestral continent showed a withered appearance, and the position of Tianmen, called the holy land, has become like this. Jin Yang, who was puzzled, touched his cheek.

"Why don't you go!" With a sudden shout, the condensed sound rushed into Jin Yang's ear, with a trace of fierceness.

"Well." Looking at the peak, Jinyang, who was a little stunned, no longer stopped. He rose up and did not stay around any mountain. His body tightened and did not absorb any vitality, so as not to cause another bad temper.

Taking out his fastest speed, Jinyang galloped in the Tianmen, bringing the roar. The air wave directly made those true legends and ordinary disciples look at it for a long time, and secretly guessed that it was the seed disciple who was so arrogant.

Jinyang can't control so much. Originally, he only wanted to know the whereabouts of Lin Qingshui, but now he has a strong interest in the vitality of Tianmen. After all, Tianmen is the place where he and the people related to him settle down, and have an inextricable relationship with himself.

The black and golden light flew in the Tianmen for less than a quarter of an hour. Jinyang had already stood at the foot of Tianzhu Mountain. Here he did not dare to fly up. Maybe a seven-world immortal flew out halfway halfway across the mountain and rushed himself to kill the straight scum.

Jin Yang had just fallen, and the two true disciples guarding Tianzhufeng stared at Jinyang with an unbearable shock in their eyes.

"You all know me." Jin Yang raised his legs and walked to the mountain. He casually said that whether it was two guards, other monks with some identities stared at Jin Yang and nodded deeply in response to his words.

He grinned silently, and the figure like a gust of wind had disappeared on the mountain road.

"Are you back so soon? I heard that he was still an ordinary fairy when he escaped. In just a few years, he became a fairy!" The guards looked at each other incredulously. Although they were not immortals, as true disciples, they still easily felt the breath of Jinyang and understood his cultivation realm.

Jinyang, who is like a ghost and shadow, can hear the incredible of those people and hear their comments. As soon as he entered Tianzhu Mountain, his heart suddenly sank and secretly said that it was not good.

A pair of eyes looked around, and the mind came out of the body, constantly sweeping within thousands of feet around, and even trying to penetrate into the mountain. Just as he wanted to have more movements, a black lightning suddenly appeared on the mountain road leading to the mountain and river tripod, which was not as small as a fishing bamboo, but when it fell on the divine mind of Jinyang, it was like an enlarged needle, which made him a headache.

"Ah." Involuntarily humming, Jin Yang roared and a trace of speculation flashed in his eyes. I have some understanding of such great changes in Tianmen and even Zuzhou, and I am a little puzzled about the courage of Tianmen.

"What are you looking at?" Jinyang was not alone on the mountain road. At the moment when the black lightning appeared, 30 or 40 pairs of eyes looked at him. The gloomy voice directly made those ordinary disciples, even a true disciple, bow their heads and dare not look at each other.

Jin Yang, who suffered a blow halfway up the mountain, endured the continuous pain from his thoughts, glanced at the ordinary disciples who seemed to be a little withered, and couldn't help sighing. The vitality is not as good as before, and the cultivation of a large number of ordinary disciples suddenly became much harder. Even the immortal seed disciples have become so stingy. How can they get better?

Just sighed, and Jin Yang turned into a phantom again and rushed to the mountain and river hall. After three breaths, Jinyang stood in front of the mountain and river hall.

After stroked his hair, the black hair of the shawl was tied behind Jin Yang's head, and the sackcloth on his body trembled symbolically. Looking at the shoes on his feet, the corners of Jinyang's mouth were opened by him. A trace of solemn light flashed in the dark pupils.

Jinyang, who made these moves, stood quietly in front of the Shanhe Hall and looked at the tall and ancient bronze hall, which stood on the top of Tianzhu Peak and even on the top of the whole Zuzhou Mountain!

Taking a deep breath, Jinyang, who wandered outside, gradually realized how horrible the cultivation of these old people in Tianmen was. The power of the elder Zhenshan may be completely beyond his cognition. Up to now, he is still a mystery.

The courage of Qi and blood in the past is really fearless and generous to the elders.

Jin Yang, who gradually restrained his thoughts, adjusted his mentality with breathing. First, stand up straight, walk closer to the hall step by step, and bend down and worship deeply when you can't get ten meters away.

After this worship lasted for three breaths, Jin Yang straightened up and shouted, "Please see the elder Zhenshan!" The voice was endless, wandering on the top of the mountain. Jinyang stood in front of the hall and quietly waited for the elder's call.

"Come in." Without waiting much, the door of the palace opened. Jin Yang, who stood straight, raised his big foot and walked in.