Second update! Thank you "Eternal Reincarnation" brothers for your support!
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"If you dare to speak out, I will kill you." Chen Xi said coldly as he looked at the inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect who was holding his throat, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Just after he finally walked out of the ring after ring of sword formations protecting the mountain, he suddenly bumped into this Liuyun Sword Sect disciple who was patrolling in front of the mountain gate. In desperation, he had no choice but to restrain this person.
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"You...who are you? This is Liuyun Sword Sect. If you dare to kill me, you won't be able to escape!"
This man has a deer-like head and a mouse-like head, long and narrow cheeks, and is as skinny as a monkey. His name is Liu Zhang. At this moment, Chen Xi is holding his throat, and his expression is both frightened, angry, and confused.
He really couldn't understand how Chen Xi appeared. As an inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect, he was very aware of the power of the sect's mountain-protecting sword formation, which could kill Nirvana realm monks.
For thousands of years, no one has ever broken through the formation.
Now, there was a person walking out of the formation quietly without triggering the formation's restrictions. How could he not be shocked?
Could it be that this guy is more powerful than a great monk in the Nirvana realm?
After being shocked, a deep fear arose in Liu Zhang's heart, and he unconsciously regarded Chen Xi as a 'senior' whose cultivation was unfathomable.
"If I don't kill you, how about we make a deal?" Chen Xi said with a thought in his heart.
"No, I, Liu Zhang, will not do anything that is detrimental to our Liuyun Sword Sect, even if I die." Liu Zhang answered very decisively and with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you." Chen Xi somewhat admired this guy's backbone, and his tone softened, "You tell me where a person lives, and I'll give you a yellow-level low-grade magic weapon, how about it?
"
A low-grade magic weapon of the Huang rank? Liu Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, he swallowed secretly, without thinking, he said without hesitation: "Okay!"
Chen Xi was startled instead. How could he change his mind so quickly? How could this guy have any backbone? He was clearly just pretending.
"Senior, do you want to inquire about the whereabouts of the person you heard about?" Liu Zhang smiled coquettishly, then patted his chest and said, "Senior, you have found the right person this time. You probably don't know that I, Liu Zhang, sent you a nickname package to inquire about. In Liuyun Sword Sect,
There’s no one I don’t know!”
"Well, I want to know where Chen Hao is." Chen Xi said, taking out a yellow-grade low-grade flying sword from the storage ring, and waved it in front of Liu Zhang's eyes, "After you tell me, this flying sword is yours
That’s it.”
Liu Zhang was almost dazzled, staring fiercely at the flying sword in Chen Xi's hand, and said excitedly: "Of course I know, Chen Hao, he is a disciple of Uncle Xuan Song, and his left-handed swordsmanship is extremely powerful, how could I possibly
have no idea?"
"Where is he?" Chen Xi was sure that what Liu Zhang said was true, because his brother's right hand was crippled and his left hand was used to practice swords. People who didn't know it couldn't tell.
"Long..." Liu Zhang rolled his eyes and asked, "Senior, I told you, you won't kill me, right?"
"You lead the way. After meeting Chen Hao, I will let you go. I won't kill you in front of you Liuyun Sect disciples, right?" Chen Xi casually threw the flying sword to Liu Zhang and said slowly.
"That's true." Liu Zhang nodded.
Immediately, Chen Xi carried Liu Zhang and turned into a breeze, flying towards the distance. With the guidance of the local snake Liu Zhang, Chen Xi soon arrived in front of a mountain peak.
This peak is tens of thousands of feet high, and the whole body is straight as if cut. However, the top of the mountain is extremely vast. From a distance, it looks like a big umbrella holding up the sky or a sky-high mushroom. The shape is very strange.
"This peak is called Longming, and it is the place where my Liuyun Sword Sect punishes the disciples and banishes them. It is as hot as baking during the day, and as cold as an ice cave at night. It is also accompanied by the erosion of the rolling wind. The environment is extremely harsh."
"Those disciples who have been exiled here have to dig thousands of kilograms of red-grained steel ore in the heart of the mountain every day, and collect hundreds of kilograms of Nine Heavens Star Sand on the top of the mountain. They are like coolie slaves and suffer unspeakably. Every punished disciple has to
After coming out of here, they were tortured until they were no longer human, and they looked absolutely miserable."
"About a year ago, I don't know what sect rules your brother committed, and he was expelled here. He needs to atone for his sins for three years before he can return to the sect to practice."
Liu Zhang was talking eloquently, his expression mixed with excitement and deep fear. He completely failed to notice that Chen Xi's face had gradually turned gloomy and cold.
really!
Sure enough, my younger brother was still implicated by him, was persecuted by the Su family, and was exiled to Long Ming Peak!
A year ago, wasn't it when I just came back from the deep mountains of the Southern Barbarians? At that time, I killed the Li family, which must have attracted the attention of the Su family, so...
Chen Xi knew without even thinking that with his brother's temperament, he would never violate the sect's rules and commit a catastrophic disaster. How could he not guess who did it for being expelled from this place?
Fortunately, his brother is still alive. If he had been a step too late, the consequences would have been disastrous! Chen Xi took a deep breath, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know where he will be now?"
"There are no less than a thousand people exiled on Longming Peak. If you ask someone, you should know." Liu Zhang said quickly. He was keenly aware that the mood of the 'senior' beside him seemed to have become extremely bad, and he immediately dared not
If you continue to talk nonsense, you are afraid that disaster will come out of your mouth and harm yourself.
"There's no one watching over here?"
"Yes, but it's during the day. You don't need to watch at night. These people have worked hard all day and have been drained of their strength. Who still has the strength to escape? Besides, this is the Liuyun Sword Sect. Even if you escape, you can't get out of the protection.
Mountain Sword Formation."
Chen Xi said no more and took Liu Zhang down to the mountainside of Longming Peak. There, there was a group of people in ragged clothes, with withered faces and disheveled hair resting.
It was already early in the morning, and the cold on Longming Peak was even worse. It was so cold that these people huddled on straw mats, still shivering even in their deep sleep. Their miserable appearance was worse than that of beggars sleeping on the street.
Snapped!
Liu Zhang walked forward very obediently, slapped a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes to wake him up, and asked: "Do you know where Chen Hao is now?"
"Chen Hao? The one who lost his right hand? He should be on the top of the mountain at this time." The middle-aged man woke up from his sleep and answered vaguely.
Chen Xi couldn't bear to take another look. He was afraid that he could not control the anger in his heart, so he immediately carried Liu Zhang and flew towards the top of the mountain.
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The top of Longming Peak in the night was empty, silent and cold. The endless cold air turned into white mist and wandered around. The gravel, rocks, and vegetation on the ground were all condensed with a thick layer of ice crystals, making it look like a world of frost.
At this moment, there was a young man practicing his sword in the rolling cold air.
His clothes are ragged, his hair is dirty and messy, and his body is as thin as a bamboo pole. However, his left hand holding the sword is very stable. It is as stable as the pine trees growing on the cliff, and each move is swift and precise.
Just like what is measured with a ruler, the sword's power shows an upright and mighty charm, just like the Yangtze River and the majestic mountains. It is vast and powerful, as if there is a beautiful mountain and river hidden between its chest and abdomen, and there is a majestic road hidden between it.
With the help of his swordsmanship, he unleashed the majestic sword moves in front of him.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
What is surprising is that there is obviously no real energy in his sword, but as soon as the rolling cold air rising from the sky and the earth comes within ten feet of his body, it will collapse and retreat, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
Click!
With a crisp sound, his figure froze, and the shadow of the sword in the sky disappeared. Only then could he see clearly that the sword he was holding was injured, and it was clearly a branch cut into two parts.
Huh~huh~
He squatted on the ground and gasped violently. On his pale and thin face, only a pair of bright eyes shone brightly, full of determination and persistence.
"I can't rest, I want to become stronger, I want to share the pressure for my brother, I want to avenge my grandfather, and..."
While muttering to himself, he struggled to stand up again. As soon as he stood up, he staggered, as if he would be blown away by the wind or fall to the ground the next moment.
But in the end, he stood firm, trembling with his left arm, raised the broken branch, and swung his sword again.
Plop!
Less than a quarter of an hour later, he fell to the ground again, gasping for air. His skinny cheeks became increasingly pale, and his eyes were filled with streaks of blood.
"I can't lie down. How can I, Chen Hao, give up? I want to become stronger. My brother has sacrificed too much for me. If I don't become stronger, he will definitely be very sad..."
He talked to himself, encouraging himself again and again, like a fool and a madman who never knew what it meant to surrender...
He didn't notice at all that not far away, there was a pair of eyes staring at him blankly. The eyes were filled with pain, anger, emotion...all the emotions were overwhelmed, condensed into tears, and rolled down his face.
That person was Chen Xi. At this moment, he was crying silently. In the past seventeen years, it was only at this moment that he could no longer hold back his tears.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
"Xiao...Hao!"
Yes, that skinny boy with a pale face, the boy who fell down and got up again and again on the top of the mountain, was none other than Chen Hao.
Hearing the sound, he was obviously stunned, then shook his head, murmured with a wry smile: "I'm hallucinating again, how could my brother be here."
"Xiao Hao!"
This time, the sound rang in his ears, so real and so unbelievable that Chen Hao couldn't believe it. He raised his head with difficulty and saw an extremely familiar figure standing next to him.
"Brother, am I dreaming?" Chen Hao opened his eyes wide and his lips trembled.
Unspeakable pain welled up in Chen Xi's heart, and tears flowed down his face. He stretched out his hands to hold his younger brother in his arms, holding him tightly, just like when he was a child, he held his infant brother.
"This is real, not a dream, Xiaohao, can I take you out of here?" Chen Xi's voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded wolf.
"Well..." Chen Hao seemed to be too tired and agreed, but he had already fallen asleep.
"Have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, I will cook you whatever meal you like." Chen Xi took a deep breath, carried his brother on his back, and walked down the mountain.
"If you take him away like this, you will only harm him."
At this moment, a clear and clear voice suddenly came from the distance. Along with the voice, the thick cold fog on the mountain top suddenly broke through, and a middle-aged man wearing a simple Taoist robe floated over.
He has a handsome face, broad eyebrows, and a tall figure. He holds a goose feather fan in his hand. He is like a teacher in a secular private school, exuding an aura of elegance.
Chen Xi was too lazy to say any nonsense at this moment, and fled towards the top of the mountain in a flash.
However, just as he moved, he felt a powerful and powerful aura rushing in from all directions. The terrifying pressure was like a towering mountain pressing down on him, making him unable to move anymore without even a trace of struggle.
There is no room.
How amazing! He was able to suppress himself alive with just his breath. What level of cultivation must this person have reached? Chen Xi was greatly shocked. Only then did he realize that this elegant and handsome middle-aged man in front of him turned out to be a person with unfathomable strength.
The master!
Plop!
Liu Zhang, who had been watching from a distance, seemed to be frightened. His knees softened and he fell to the ground. He shouted in a trembling voice: "Disciple Liu Zhang, I have seen Master Wenxuan's uncle!"