Chapter 1 Pavilion

Mo Shoucheng rode on the body of the machine beast and quickly passed through the dark cave. As the inquiry said, the speed of this machine beast is still above the flight speed of ordinary practitioners in the sword period. Mo Shoucheng has hardly reacted, and there is a blue sea in front of him.

He and the machine beast have rushed out of the cave passage. Mo Shoucheng looked back reflexively, but saw the cave he had passed by, and somehow disappeared.

At the same time, at the moment of touching the sea, the wings of the machine beast named Yingzhao spread into a circle, wrapping the Mo Shoucheng on its back, and then the wings glowed pale white.

"Brother, what a good means! The drainage array was engraved on the wings. But what's more wonderful is that this organ beast can automatically judge when to start the array..." Mo Shoucheng also has a lot of research on the organ, although it is known from the book records that the top organ beast has various wonderful means. However, the British move given to him by the consultation is obviously only a good one, but it also has such a delicate design, which makes Mo Shoucheng admire him.

But now is not the time to admire. I just went to Xuantian Pavilion to send a letter, but I didn't think there would be so many twists and turns along the way. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that the master on Qingyun Mountain has been waiting for it.

The British move rushed out of the sea and flew into the air at a very fast speed. Mo Shoucheng visited around, then took out the jade Jane who consulted him to identify the approximate position, and immediately manipulated the British move to fly away.

"Complete this matter quickly and rush back to Qingyun Mountain immediately. And I'm going to see the magician... I have to tell him about my brother."

"But when I came out, I really made a lot of friends. The butterfly leaf blue girl, the book Hengyuan brother of Yiyuan Sword Academy, a group of heroes in the giant whale gate, Yan Chi Xing and the old dragon king, and Xiaolan... I don't know when I will see you again."

"It's wrong. Xiaolan is from Xuantian Pavilion. Since he saved the old Dragon King, he will naturally go back to Xuantian Pavilion after his injury heals. I'm afraid I'll see him soon!"

He rode on Ying Zhao and only needed to control the direction slightly, so he still had time to think nonsense.

After flying like this for half an hour, he finally saw the huge outline of a towering pavilion looming in the high sky in front of him.

The pavilion is hidden in the white clouds, looking like the legendary fairyland Penglai from afar.

When Mo Shoucheng saw this scene, he was surprised and happy, and he was even more touched. Although I can't say that I have worked hard, I really spent a lot of effort to reach my destination on this journey.

"Although I have long known that Xuantian Pavilion is built in the sky, how can I imagine what it would be like if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes?" With this sigh, he got a lot closer to Xuantian Pavilion.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness was suddenly shocked. As soon as Mo Shoucheng restrained his mind, a black flying sword suddenly broke out of the void and stabbed his throat.

The flying sword was so fast that it was like a black lightning. It was too late for Mo Shoucheng to manipulate the British move to avoid it. In a hurry, he immediately opened his mouth and spewed out the Shanshui flying sword, and his left hand sword finger closed, leading the Shanshui sword to fly out of the barrier.

Two flying swords collided with the tip of the sword in the air, emitting a strong light. Mo Shoucheng took this opportunity to immediately stop the action of ** British recruitment machine beasts and suspended in the air.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a young man's voice suddenly came from the sky on the other side of Xuantian Pavilion. The man first gave a "h" sound, and then the black flying sword immediately lost its aggressiveness and flew back.

With this simple fight, Mo Shoucheng has determined that the other party is at least cultivated in the sword period - otherwise, if the other party can easily take back his flying sword when he has not made the action to take back the flying sword?

"Are you a fairy friend of Qingyun Daomen?" The black flying sword disappeared as mysteriously as when it appeared, but the previous man's voice sounded again.

"I am a disciple of Qingyun Daomen, whose name is Mo Shoucheng." Mo Shoucheng felt a little sorry in his heart. He knew that under the excitement of his mind just now, he did not make a voice when he approached the Xuantian Pavilion, which attracted the people of Xuantian Pavilion to take action.

Listening to his self-report, the black flying sword appeared from nothingness. But this time, on the flying sword, there is a very young-looking practitioners, who looks like the person who just spoke.

This man was dressed, and Mo Shoucheng looked very familiar. Thinking about it carefully, he almost laughed out loud. It's not because the other party is an acquaintance, but because Mo Shoucheng can identify him at this time and find that this person's dress is actually very similar to Sikong Lan. But this man is dressed in a normal way and jumps like nothing. Thinking that Sikonglan left Xuantian Pavilion to practice, she immediately cut the clothes in the sect and made some changes that matched her hobbies.

The man standing on the flying sword looks only in his early 20s, but his eyebrows are a little deep. He saluted Mo Shoucheng and said, "It turned out to be Mo Xianyou from Qingyun Daomen. He rashly took action before and apologized to Huaiyuan." He said he was sorry, but there was only contempt in his expression. How can there be any sincerity?

Mo Shoucheng knew that it was only because he was not in his infancy, so the other party did not pay attention to him. In this fairy and demon way, practitioners with high levels of practice look down on practitioners with low levels. Although it cannot be said to be ordinary things, there are also some. Fortunately, Mo Shoucheng is only anxious to complete the task assigned by the master at this time. How can he care about the other party? At this time, he only smiled and said, "Where is it? It's reckless. When I saw such a clever creation for the first time, I only saw it in a trance and forgot to announce it, which caused a misunderstanding."

He lowered his posture, and the practitioners named Huaiyuan on the opposite side could not pose anymore. He squeezed out a smile on his face and said, "I don't know what's important for Mo Xiaoxianyou to come to Xuantian Pavilion?"

Finally, I was able to talk about business. Mo Shoucheng was immediately refreshed and immediately briefly explained his intention. Finally, he asked, "By the way, on the way here, I met a disciple named Si Konglan of your school and talked with him happily. I don't know if he has returned to the cabinet safely?"

"Are you talking about Brother Lan?" Hearing Mo Shoucheng mention Sikonglan's name, Huaiyuan immediately showed surprise and said, "It turns out that Mo Xiaoxian met him on the road... He hasn't come back yet."

Hearing this, Mo Shoucheng immediately frowned and felt a little disappointed.

At this time, Huaiyuan had already spread the voice with spiritual knowledge and reported his intention to the elders in the cabinet as Mo Shoucheng and got a reply. At this time, he said, "Mo Xiaoxian, please follow me. At this time, the cabinet master is discussing with the elders in the Jingyun Hall, and has just sent a voice asking me to take you there.

"That's how it works."

Huaiyuan stepped on the flying sword to lead the way, and Mo Shoucheng followed the British beast. It was not until he reached a door that Huai Yuanfang stopped and said, "Go further, it is the part of our Xuantian Pavilion's cabinet. Mo Xiaoxian, please wear this."

He took out a cyan ring in his arms and handed it to Mo Shoucheng. While Mo Shoucheng reached out to take it, he saw that Huaiyuan was also wearing the same ring on his finger, but the color was a little different.

"The front cabinet is different from the outer cabinet. Only our disciples in the outer cabinet patrol, but there are many organs in the cabinet. If you don't want to trigger the ban, you must wear this ring."

Huaiyuan explained the function of the ring, and then continued, "Just inject Zhenyuan into the ring, and you can reveal part of the map of the cabinet, so that you won't find a place."

Mo Shoucheng listened strangely and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me for taking the liberty... But if the map of Xuantian Pavilion can still appear in this ring, aren't you afraid of being robbed and ruined by gangsters?"

Huaiyuan showed a meaningful smile on his face, and then laughed and said, "This... this little ink fairy friend doesn't have to worry about us. All right, go in quickly. I have to continue to patrol, recently..."

He said this and suddenly closed his mouth. Mo Shoucheng heard strangely, but he also knew that it must be inconvenient for an outsider to know. At present, he only nodded, then said goodbye to Huaiyuan with a smile, and then walked forward to the cabinet.

Huaiyuan stood still, looked at Mo Shoucheng's back film, then turned around and planned to leave. At this time, I suddenly heard a cold voice calling his name.

As soon as he heard this sound, Huaiyuan immediately stood up reflexively, and his forehead oozed sweat. With a face of fear, there is no more domineering posture in the face of Mo Shoucheng before.

"Who just entered the cabinet?"

The owner of the voice immediately appeared in front of Huaiyuan, just like Huaiyuan's impression. The visitor is still wearing the ten-year-old water-blue sleeveless top, revealing a pair of long white jade-like arms. The skin seems to be transparent, and you can see the meridians of the blood vessels, which is extremely horrible.

As soon as this man appeared in front of Huaiyuan, Huaiyuan immediately bowed to the other party and said, "Jing Li... Young Lord."

"Who was that man before?" Although Huaiyuan's attitude was humble, he forgot the temper of the man in front of him. The man called Jingli stretched out his left hand like lightning, stuck in Huaiyuan's neck, and grabbed the other party with the power of one hand.

Huaiyuan did not dare to struggle, but looking at the other party's cold expression, a pair of blue eyes with no emotional ups and downs, and a chill emerged from the bottom of his heart, making him feel that he must struggle... Otherwise, otherwise, he may be killed by the other party!

Jing Li gradually increased the strength in his hand. At this time, Huaiyuan remembered his temper - absolutely two words, and he hated to answer questions. He quickly remedied and said, "That... that man is a disciple of Qingyun Daomen... His name is Mo Shoucheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt a little relaxed in his neck, but Jing Li did not let go completely.

"People from Qingyun Daomen, why do you come to our Xuantian Pavilion?"

"This...is said to have something important to discuss..."