Chapter 129: Climb the Qingshan Mountain with pride, kill the immortals and meet the emperor [please vote]

The rushing river is like purple thunder and lightning, roaring again and again.

The turbulent river water blew up thousands of piles of snow.

Li Youan, wearing a Confucian shirt, was in the tent, reading his sword with a lamp on.

Suddenly, Li Youan trembled all over, frowned, and disappeared in the tent for a moment, hanging high in the sky, looking towards the land of Shu, his sword energy surging all over his body, and the stars were romantic.

In Li Youan's perception, the breath of peace... disappeared!

It can't be sensed at all, as if it has been completely eliminated in the human world.

"This is impossible!"

Li Youan groaned softly.

An Le was in the Jianchi Palace and could not die so suddenly. Even if he died, the sword energy mark he left on An Le would allow him to sense the situation and rush to support quickly.

But now...

The breath of peace seemed to disappear out of thin air in an instant, and the anchor point of the sword energy he left behind was also crushed in an instant.

"Anle is in Jianchi Palace, and with the old sword master here, even Emperor Yuan Meng cannot kill Anle silently..."

"I'm going to Jianchi Palace to attack Qingshan... Could it be that there was an accident during the attack?"

Li Youan gradually calmed down, frowned slightly, and began to think about the possible reasons.

"The Qingshan sword contains a great secret. If something unexpected happens during the attack, maybe... Anle will really come into contact with the secret of Qingshan?"

Hearing this, Li Youan felt a little relieved.

He is very optimistic about peace and happiness, and even regards it as a spark, and is unwilling to die in peace and happiness, both emotionally and rationally.

"Fighting for Qingshan...causing the erasure of the human atmosphere..."

"Co-authored by Zhao Huangting, the first four times opened the door for Qingshan and opened a lonely place."

Li Youan suddenly smiled.

Among the tents below, aura rose up one after another, and figures came through the sky one after another. They were all strong men in the army. They were wearing armor and had powerful auras.

"General, what's wrong? Are Xiliang father and son planning to cross the river again?"

Some soldiers asked doubtfully.

Li Youan waved his hand: "I suddenly sensed something. Let's disperse and cheer up. The Yuanmeng Empire raised troops to attack Xiliang. At this juncture, Xiliang will definitely seek a way out. Crossing the river may be their choice.

So don’t underestimate the enemy.”

"Here!"

Many soldiers with strong auras clasped their fists and bowed, then turned into streams of light and returned to the stationed troops.

However, Li Youan waved to a figure in the crowd.

Luo Qingchen was wearing armor, and his once handsome face had now become much more weathered. He had a gray beard on his face, and he looked much more determined.

"General You'an."

When Luo Qingchen saw Li Youan, he clasped his fists and saluted respectfully.

"Yes, your performance in the army is acceptable. I heard that a small group of troops crossed the river from Xiliang. You personally led the troops to fight with them, and wiped out all the opponents in a desperate situation. It seems that you have recovered from the haze of self-destruction.

It’s out.”

Li Youan looked at Luo Qingchen, the Qingzhou genius whose Taoist heart had been broken by him and who had been sinking for ten years.

Luo Qingchen smiled: "Only when I went to the battlefield in person did I realize that I still had a narrow-minded vision. Here, there were countless geniuses, and I realized that my former self was nothing at all, because the Taoist spirit and the Taoist spirit I upheld for my humble achievements.

It is really ridiculous to be proud and confine yourself because of a defeat."

Li Youan showed admiration on his face: "The Canglang River battlefield is the most training place. The geniuses of the Yuanmeng Empire, the geniuses of the Xiliang Kingdom, and the geniuses of the Dali Kingdom will all gallop and compete here. In addition, there are also

There are those geniuses in the Jianghu forces, the Taoist disciples of Zhenwu Temple, the little Tianshi Master of Tianshi Mansion, the Buddhist disciples of Buddhism, etc... they are all people who are capable of creating a splendid scene."

"Fight with them well, gather your courage in the battle, and the influence of the Dao Heart that was chopped off will gradually disappear."

"I hope to really see the day when you stand up."

Luo Qingchen's face, which had gone through many changes, also showed a smile and a serious expression.

"The general will obey his orders."

Li Youan smiled: "You must have heard some of Anle's deeds in Lin'an Mansion, right?"

"Now he is almost catching up with you... I remember you had an agreement."

"This agreement should be realized soon."

When Luo Qingchen heard this, he couldn't help being shocked, and his face suddenly showed a somewhat complicated look.

Naturally, he was no stranger to this name.

But how long had it passed before Anle caught up with him?

He is in the double sixth realm of physical training and spiritual training.

However, Luo Qingchen didn't have any fear or flinch in his heart, but was eager to give it a try.

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Outside Lin'an Mansion, the Sixth Mountain is steaming with sword energy.

The rain and mist shrouded the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

The Sixth Mountain Master, who was carrying a huge pine sword box, stood in front of the pavilion with his arms folded and looked extremely cold, watching the changes in the rain and fog in the mountains.

Suddenly, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Has the breath of peace disappeared?"

"Mochi didn't even react."

The Sixth Mountain Master frowned slightly.

He took one step forward, and the sword light lingered and galloped around him, hugging him and breaking through the clouds and rain, and instantly cut through the sky like a meteor.

When he came again, he had already landed on the first mountain.

The thatched cottage on the mountain is beaten by wind and rain.

Under the courtyard, there was an old man with an incense burner in front of him, and incense sticks were burning in the burner.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and looked at the Sixth Mountain Lord in confusion.

"Lao Liu, it's rare to enter the first mountain. What's the matter?"

The old man said with a smile.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain stepped on the light of the sword, clasped his fists and bowed: "The aura of peace and joy has disappeared, just like death. I would like to ask Senior Brother to make a fortune for him."

The first mountain master raised his wide sleeves and waved towards the ground in front of him.

The sixth mountain master stepped out, the endless sword light converged, a breeze blew up, and he sat down opposite the first mountain master.

The two of them sat opposite each other, and the wind chimes hanging on the door of the thatched cottage tinkled softly.

"Lao Liu, you really care about this kid."

"He has understood the future sword energy left by the teacher, and he should be concerned."

"No, your concern is to appreciate his swordsmanship talent."

"Elder brother, since you know it, don't say useless words."

"Tsk, you are still so aloof."

The conversation between the two seemed somewhat simple.

The old man smiled, took a piece of white paper, spread it flat on the ground, picked up a finger of incense from the incense burner, and lit it on the white paper.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden surge of invisible spiritual energy.

It seemed to turn into a small tornado, causing the wind chimes to shake louder and louder, and the tinkling sound became clearer.

The old man's face changed from relaxed and carefree at the beginning to gradually becoming serious. Inside the hut, the air in the entire First Mountain seemed to be frozen.

Brilliant golden ancient scriptures emerged from the clouds and mist on the first mountain, constantly circling. From a distance, they looked like an ancient bell covering the mountain.

The eyes of the First Mountain Master were as bright as gold, like two blazing suns.

There was a trace of subtle surprise on the cold face of the Sixth Mountain Master, but he knew very well what his senior brother was capable of.

It made the eldest brother show such a solemn expression...

The situation Anle finds himself in at this moment may be quite extraordinary.

The incense ashes on the white paper were blown away by a breeze.

Peace returned to the first mountain, and the aura of the old man gradually disappeared.

"The hexagram is finished."

The old man became increasingly sleepy, opened his mouth and yawned widely, then handed the white paper to the Sixth Mountain Master.

The Sixth Mountain Master took the white paper and narrowed his eyes slightly, but saw that there was only one word written on the white paper by condensed incense ash.

"win."

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To be continued...