Chapter 48 Shushan Ancestors

Shushan, in the ancestral ancestral hall

Huo Xiangtian stood here quietly and walked slowly to the front of a spiritual position. Suddenly, he knelt down and said, "Sister, I came to see you as a younger brother!" With that, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and two lines of tears quietly slipped down.

A line of words is written on the spiritual throne: the tomb of Chu Yuerong, the head of Shushan!

Kneeling like this, and I don't know how long it took. Huo Xiangtian stood up and carefully observed everything here. Suddenly, two light flashed in his dark eyes. He carefully looked at a trace on the beam of the room and muttered in a low voice, "Well, it turns out that this is the legendary vicissmanship!" Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his fingers gently touched the foot of an inconspicuous table. A fluorescent scale appeared on his hand. His pupils shrank slightly, and a smile gradually spread on his face.

After thinking for a while, he strode out of the door with a proud smile on his face.

In Daoqian's real room, a figure appeared out of thin air. Daoqian's real person hurriedly saluted and said, "Ancestors."

Huo Xiangtian raised a faint smile at the corners of his mouth and said, "This celebration, you must invite Penglai Fairyland. Ha ha, there must be a good show!"

Dao Qianzhen was at a loss and asked, "Ancestor, you are..."

Huo Xiangtian came to his ear and whispered a few words. Daoqian's face suddenly changed greatly and asked, "Are you sure?"

Huo Xiangtian said, "Did I tell you anything about Tian Ziying?"

` Daoqian thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "I remember that this man once said that every time the enemy attacked the sky, he would start to defend."

Huo Xiangtian listened and smiled on his handsome face.

In Shu Mountain, the mountain is high and dangerous, and the mountain is full of strange rocks. At first glance, it looks like a pillar, straight into the sky. Qingyang stood at the foot of the mountain, sighed and said, "I only have Jianfeng Mountain as high as clouds, but Shu Mountain, alas, is more than that."

With a slight raise on the tip of his eyebrows, Shangguan Mu's eyes flashed with surprise and asked, "Master, you must not be the first time to come to Shushan."

Qingyang Zhenren coughed twice, smiled faintly, and said, "Maybe it's been a long time. Forget it."

Zhang Ziguang looked at the quarrel between the two elders, smiled and said, "Okay, it's not early. Let's go up the mountain quickly."

Four people flew up with swords at the same time and flew to the top of the mountain.

In Shushan, Central Square, Ouyang Hong and Lu Shaoyang bowed respectfully and stood beside Huo Xiangtian, while Ouyang Juan and Lu Bingyan stood with the disciples of Shushan.

On the mountain road ahead, four people appeared. Two people were walking this way. The four came to Huo Xiangtian and saluted at the same time. Qingyang Zhenren respectfully said, "The younger generation sent Qingyang, handsome Wang Sidong, Shangguan Mu, and Zhang Ziguang visited Elder Li."

"Please get up." Huo Xiangtian said lightly. After the four people got up, he walked to Zhang Ziguang, his eyes turned around him a few times, then smiled and said, "It's really not simple. At a young age, you can reach the realm of heaven."

His voice was not loud, but the senior officials of the nearby three sects heard it. They were moved one after another, and their eyes suddenly moved to Zhang Ziguang.

Zhang Ziguang's heart suddenly broke out, but the expression on his face did not change at all. He just said indifferently, "Elder Li, he is only shallow in learning, and now he has only reached the level of emptiness."

Huo Xiangtian snorted quietly, narrowed his eyes, and then smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "Ha ha, it turned out that I was blind and actually regarded an empty boy as a heavenly master. He is really old... old..."

With that, he walked back to the elders of Shushan. Zhang Ziguang quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead, and the faces of the other three people of the Jianfeng faction sank coincidentally.

Huo glanced at the four people in the sky, and a trace of gloomy cold flashed in his eyes and said, "Tonight, we will gather in the ancestral hall of Shushan. I have something to say. Now, please ask the guests from far away to go back and have a rest.

When the four returned to the room, they all felt relieved. Qingyang Zhenren sighed and said, "For good, Ziguang is determined. Otherwise, under the pressure of Huo Xiangtian, we will be in big trouble."

Zhang Ziguang frowned and said, "Strange, how did Huo Xiangtian know my real strength?"

Shangguan Mu snorted coldly and said angrily, "If it's not easy for a master of that level to check one thing, it's worthy of us if he didn't talk about it in public today."

Wang Sidong's eyes were a little confused, and he looked out of the window and said, "Now, we can only remain unchanged and adapt to changes."

At night, in the quiet night, in the dark ancestral ancestral hall of Shushan, a dark shadow jumped, brushed, and moved in the dark. He came to a corner, kicked open a floor, put his hand into the floor, and gently pressed it.

The sound of the operation of the magic array echoed in the dark. Under the high platform of the spiritual position of Shushan's ancestors, a small hole appeared. There was a cushion in the hole, and the cushion was empty.

The man in black took out an ice-blue bead, which shone coldly and gave people a cold feeling at a glance.

He put the beads on the mat and quickly got up to escape.

Suddenly, the light came on.

A silver-white sword light shot from the back of the candlestick and directly penetrated his right leg. The man in black hummed, and the speed was still unabated. At this time, the candlelight lit up one after another, and many people gushed out from all directions and surrounded the people in black.

The man in black endured the pain in his legs and glanced at it. He saw that there were many ordinary disciples in Shushan around him. The cold light flashed in his eyes and rushed directly to the door.

A slight sound came. The man in black, who had broken through the defense of Shushan disciples, suddenly stopped. In front of him stood a heroic man with his left cuff dancing in the wind.

The man in black's eyes stagnated, and the black mask moved and said in a low voice, "Yunkong?"

Yunkong's face was covered with a layer of frost and said coldly, "Shameless people, dare to steal my Shushan treasure, die!"

With that, he rushed to the man in black with a sword in one hand. Unexpectedly, the man in black flashed and his body was smooth, like a swimming fish, extremely flexible. Back and forth to Shandong, Yunkong was secretly shocked. His attack on the man in black was bounced away by an invisible force.

At this time, another sword light shot out from behind the candlestick, and the space trembled slightly. The man in black had no time to dodge and was once again shot into his leg by the sword light.

Huo Xiangtian slowly walked out from behind the candlestick. Qingyang Zhenren led the four swordsmen. Ouyang Hong led Tian Ziying's people out from different directions. The man in black sneered and drew his sword and touched his neck.

When he was banging, Huo Xiangtian's fingertips bounced, and a stone hit the sword of the man in black, and the sword fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.