Longjiling, located forty miles north of Feixiadu, is a raised ridge that winds like a dragon on the ground, and is named Longjiling.

Feixiadu also belongs to the Longjiling defense zone. Since the Eight Banners of the Heigu Camp and the Four Banners, two foundation-building cultivators were stationed here by Zhang Zhao and Chen Xiantang. They have more than 30 Qi training cultivators under their command, scattered in various areas of the 80-mile area around Longjiling.

The highest point of Longji Ridge is the area where Zhang Zhao had camped before, but it was in a mess at this moment. There were already dozens of corpses on the ground, but they were all cultivators in Qi training realm.

"Senior Brother Meng, the other foundation-building cultivator has already run away!"

A true disciple of the Zi Jian Pavilion dressed in purple clothes rushed from the north to the sword and shouted loudly at the other purple-clothed figure in the center, with a respectful posture.

At this moment, Chen Xiantang was facing the senior brother Meng Baizhou mentioned by this true disciple.

Meng Baizhou was wearing a purple robe. Unlike another true disciple, the long hair behind his head was tied up with a golden ribbon, and the long hair was scattered behind him but not messy. His appearance was middle-aged and superior, and he was a handsome talent, which made it difficult to feel disgusted.

After hearing the man's report, Meng Baizhou did not look back, but said, "I understand," and did not seem to take it seriously.

Chen Xiantang's forehead was full of sweat at this moment. His cultivation level was only at the foundation building level, and his foundation was not reliable. Meng Baizhou in front of him just hit Zhang Zhao with a casual blow. At least he was in the middle stage of foundation building, and he had no chance of winning at all.

Today he was originally reclining on Feixiadu, and a yellow beacon order was sent to Longjiling. He and Zhang Zhao were responsible for the Longjiling defense zone. If something went wrong, Chief Guo would definitely blame him. In desperation, he rushed over quickly.

But he found that more than twenty Qi training monks under Zhang Zhao's command had died, and Zhang Zhao was even beaten by Meng Baizhou and retreated step by step. Seeing that he was coming, he retreated directly.

"This old mao, I'm so bad!" Chen Xiantang complained, but he made a relaxed expression on his face and bowed to Meng Baizhou.

"Brother Meng, I worship Chen Xiantang in the Lower Li family. I have already joined the Zijian Pavilion. I hope Brother Meng will understand it!"

Meng Baizhou looked at him with a smile, and didn't say anything. Chen Xiantang's heart suddenly sank and realized that something was wrong.

Isn’t this just pretending to be stupid? There is no physical evidence, and no one is witnessing it. How could Meng Baizhou believe him?

Another true disciple next to him had already surrounded him, looking at his eyes full of murderous intent, and even said excitedly: "Senior Brother Meng, leave this person for me! Your merit points are second, not less than 10,000."

Chen Xiantang felt a deep heart, realizing that it was impossible to run away. Both of them were at a higher level than him, and the combat ability of the Zijian Pavilion sect was already higher than that of them, and they would probably die faster if they wanted to run away.

"Give it to you, fight quickly! We still have something to do."

Hearing Senior Brother Meng's words, a hint of excitement flashed in Zhaozhou's eyes. He ranked low among the true disciples. Although he was not able to compete for the top three in this record, it would be good to accumulate some records and exchange more items in the sect.

A flash of inspiration in his hand, and the long sword under his feet flew into his hand. He rushed straight to Chen Xiantang in front of him. The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a hundred sword lights, sealing the left and right sides of Chen Xiantang.

"How about senior brother! My light-striking sword technique, the number of sword shadows can still reach your eyes!" Zhao Zhou had a hint of pride in his eyes, and did not take Chen Xiantang in his eyes at all. He also talked with Meng Baizhou while attacking. Seeing Meng Baizhou just glanced at him casually, without saying anything, a hint of obscure jealousy flashed in Zhao Zhou's eyes.

Meng Baizhou was born in a humble background and was only taken into the sect by an elder in his teens. Later, he seemed to have a cheat. He entered the foundation building in just fifty years. He is only in his eighties this year, but he is already at the fifth level of foundation building. He ranks seventh among the true disciples of Zijian Pavilion. This is nothing if he puts it on others. After all, although there are few geniuses, it is not without them.

But his background is so low and so dazzling that it stimulates the hearts of many people.

Zhaozhou is one of the true disciples. He was born in the Zhao family of Mingjian City, but he was not as good as Meng Baizhou, who was born in a mortal. Not only him, there are countless children of aristocratic families who dislike Meng Baizhou in the Zijian Pavilion.

But he was afraid of Meng Baizhou's own strength, and his master Tan Qian, who was even more capable of cultivating at the top of his level, so no one dared to offend him, so he could only bury his jealousy in his heart.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhou's dark anger was also aroused, and the Spectral Sword attacked Chen Xiantang in front of him faster.

Although facing a death stand, Chen Xiantang did not give up. A red filament attached to the flame quickly wrapped around his wrist. The magic weapon sword facing Zhaozhou instantly spiraled and wrapped it up.

Chiyan Silk and Chen Xiantang's magic weapon were only top-grade but were used easily for many years. For a moment, Zhaozhou could not break free.

Unfortunately, his attack was not that simple, and a trace of violence flashed in Zhaozhou's eyes.

Spectral Sword!

The hundreds of sword shadows that had just been emitted all dispersed and completely sealed Chen Xiantang. The sword shadow seemed nothing, but the sword edge was extremely sharp. It came from all directions, instantly carrying wounds from Chen Xiantang.

Chen Xiantang didn't pay attention. When his body was avoiding, he only let the sword shadows not hurt the vital points. The light in his eyes kept paying attention to Meng Baizhou next to him.

Zhaozhou's cultivation level is only at the foundation-building level that is comparable to his own. Although his strength may be stronger than him, it is limited after all. Chen Xiantang's life-and-death struggle is not weak, and he may not be afraid of him.

But the problem is that there is also a deadly Meng Baizhou next to him, who is a mid-stage cultivator at the fifth level of foundation building. If he is not careful, it is really impossible for the other party to take his life with one sword.

"Don't worry, don't pay attention to me. Just concentrate on fighting with him. I won't take action before the winner is defeated!"

Meng Baizhou could see Chen Xiantang's concerns at a glance, but immediately asked to help him get rid of his worries.

While feeling relaxed, Chen Xiantang was not happy. Meng Baizhou had no intention of letting him go.

A hint of shame flashed in Zhaozhou's eyes. Chen Xiantang dared to pay attention to other things when he faced him. He simply underestimated him.

In amazement, he became a little anxious when he took action. The sword stabbed Chen Xiantang in the face, regardless of the red flame silk that was still wrapped around Chen Xiantang on the sword.

A sharp look flashed in his eyes. Chen Xiantang sent out his spiritual power lightly. The red flame silk instantly continued to extend from Zhaozhou's long sword and quickly climbed onto Zhaozhou's wrist.

At the same time, although Zhaozhou's long sword was approaching, Chen Xiantang just gently dodged half of his body, and the long sword penetrated straight into his arm.

Zhao Zhou was successful in one sword, but he was not happy at all, but looked at his hand holding the sword with horror.

The red flame silk had been inserted through his fingertips, and when Shier penetrated his skin, he had penetrated his palms several times, like a stitched wound line, especially the flames attached to the red flame silk, which seemed to have a domineering fire poison, and his palms quickly turned into a red color.

"Save it!"

At this moment, Meng Baizhou couldn't sit still!

If he doesn't take action, the boy Zhaozhou's hands will soon be ruined.

Sure enough, Meng Baizhou acted thunderously and shouted loudly. The spiritual power in his hand was not activated. His momentum suddenly burst out, and his fingers pointed directly at Chen Xiantang.

Feeling the sharpness of the spiritual power at his fingertips, Chen Xiantang did not dare to rush to the point, so he took back the Red Flame Silk and dodged to the side.

The finger force was avoided by Chen Xiantang and shot to the ground behind, leaving a round hole as thick as a finger. I don’t know how deep it penetrated, and a wisp of light smoke emerged from the round hole.

"My Lingyuan finger is still not home!" Meng Baizhou shook his head, as if he was dissatisfied with Chen Xiantang avoiding his attack.

The black smoke from the burning poison of fire was rising from Zhaozhou's right hand. He was frightened and did not dare to hold him to sit cross-legged on the ground and use his spiritual power to resist. Although Chen Xiantang's red flame silk was domineering, he was only at the foundation-building level, and Zhaozhou's hands could not be destroyed.

Meng Baizhou saw Zhao Zhou's reaction, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes but did not express sarcasm. Instead, he looked at Chen Xiantang and said, "Some tricks, but unfortunately, I'm a pity to be a dog for Guo. Let's die!"

A trace of fear appeared on Chen Xiantang's face. If Meng Baizhou took action, he would not be able to survive. He said anxiously: "Brother Meng, I have no silence. My Li family has already defected to your family, so don't kill my own people by mistake!"

Meng Baizhou thought for a while, but still did not believe him. He took out a long flute, but did not play it, but used his hands together and pulled the long flute.

There was actually a thin sword hidden in the long flute, as thin as a cicada's wings as light as silk threads, and invisible to the naked eye.

Meng Baizhou's body and swordsmanship are extremely varied. With this unique Jade Flute Sword, Chen Xiantang was instantly forced to retreat, and he was about to die from the sword.

"Senior Meng is merciful! Li Qingxiao, the leader of the Li clan of Yulin, Biyu is the clan girl!"

Suddenly, an urgent shout came from the south, and Meng Baizhou's hand movements suddenly stopped. It was fine in front of him. Only when he heard the sound of "Biyu is the clan girl", the fierce offensive came to an abrupt end and looked at the people coming from afar.

Li Qingxiao, dressed in blue, looked anxious. Seeing that Chen Xiantang was only injured and had nothing to do, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Baizhou was still looking at him. Li Qingxiao understood that those words just now were naturally not enough to win the trust. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Senior Meng, my sister Biyu often mentioned to me that she was young and ignorant at the time. If it weren't for the help of Senior Brother Meng and led her to the Zijian Pavilion, she would probably not have the same today as her today.

The clan girl once said that Senior Brother Meng is extremely talented and has a profound cultivation level. He is a top genius in Zijian Pavilion. Today, he knows that his reputation is Wuxu Scholar. Li Qingxiao is here to pay homage to Senior Meng."

After all, if you don’t know Meng Baizhou’s character, Li Qingxiao decided to praise her first.

When Meng Baizhou heard Li Qingxiao's previous words, he actually believed it seventy percent. It was more than ten years ago that he had saved Li Biyu in Linjiang City, and he never mentioned it to his disciples.

Li Qingxiao was waiting for Meng Baizhou to speak, but unexpectedly the other party showed an expectant look at this moment. After his eyes lit up, he asked, "Junior Sister Biyu really said that to me?"

A smile that everyone understands appeared on his face. Li Qingxiao cleared his throat and said seriously: "How can there be a falsehood? My sister highly praised Senior Meng's character, and her words were full of admiration. She said that no one in the Zijian Pavilion could compare with Senior Meng..."

Hearing these words, Meng Baizhou's smile became stronger and stronger. He walked up and patted Li Qingxiao on the shoulder, pretending to be angry: "You are Biyu's brother, then you are the same generation as me. What kind of senior do you call me? Just call me Brother Meng!

It’s a family. Come on, come on, go back and talk to me in detail. Brother Chen is not in bad health, and he will be recuperating for a moment!"

As he spoke, Meng Baizhou pulled Li Qingxiao and walked to the side, as if he wanted to learn more about what Li Biyu said.

Now, Li Qingxiao let him pull it, and the uneasiness in his heart disappeared in an instant.

I originally thought that Meng Baizhou had just saved Li Biyu once, and it didn't matter much. After all, Li Biyu had never said too much about this senior brother who saved her.

There is obviously something wrong with the current attitude between the two!
Chapter completed!