Zhao Tieniu took a short rest, carried the bucket of water, and returned to the yard.

Li Xianyuan was pondering and suddenly looked out of the courtyard.

A man in brown Taoist robe came leisurely in the distance of the mountain road.

Facing treacherous, he had two goatee beards and was thin. When he saw him walking to the gate of the courtyard, he first looked around the courtyard and spoke in a arrogant tone.

"What about other people."

"Everyone has gone to work." Li Xianyuan put down the iron axe and replied with his hands.

The deacon touched his beards and his eyes were turned around: "I am here to tell you this time. The five generations of disciples of Biyou Palace will come to visit our sect in the near future. Don't go around, so as not to let the guests see you. I laughed at the fact that there is no one in Qingling Sect, and any cat or dog can come in. Remember to tell others, do you remember?"

"Remember."

The deacon nodded quite satisfiedly and suddenly looked at Li Xianyuan up and down.

"I saw that you were quite aware of it, and I felt a little aggrieved when I became a registered disciple. If you..." The deacon rubbed his fingers and laughed without saying a word.

Exactly the same as yesterday.

Li Xianyuan shook his head: "I am poor in my next family and there is nothing valuable.

"I don't know the mercy. Arrange to double the fine for chopping your wood! You must finish it before noon, otherwise your meal will be spared." The deacon snorted coldly, not wanting to be too late for a moment, and left with his sleeves.

After leaving, Li Xianyuan quickly walked out of the yard and headed straight to the foot of the mountain. Before he could walk far, he saw two sword-holding disciples guarding the road ahead.

Li Xianyuan walked straight away. The two of them also discovered Li Xianyuan and looked at each other.

Just like yesterday, when Li Xianyuan passed by him, a long sword was crossing his neck.

"Who!" The disciple holding the sword shouted fiercely.

Li Xianyuan stopped, regardless of the sharp sword between his neck, and looked at the two disciples.

It was indeed the two of them yesterday.

Li Xianyuan said: "I am a new disciple, I am a little bored when I stay in the room and want to go out for a walk."

"I'm bored? I want to walk around?" The two looked at each other, and then seemed to hear something funny, laughing.

The sword back slapped Li Xianyuan's neck, and the disciple said, "You idiot, what is it to be a sect? Is it your own family? But a disciple is so bold. Get out of here. Don't say we will kill you as a traitor!"

Perhaps he thought Li Xianyuan had a problem with his brain or gave them some fun, so the disciple took back the sword and did not pursue Li Xianyuan.

"..." Li Xianyuan Gujing Wubo nodded calmly and was about to turn around and leave.

Before he could take a step, he turned his head and asked the second disciple: "I would like to ask about the names of the two senior brothers."

The second disciples looked at each other and sarcastically said that a disciple had the right to ask such questions and bombard him.

After a cup of tea, Li Xianyuan returned to the yard and picked up the iron axe and chopped firewood. He thought in his heart.

Twelve hours are one day, and now the twelve hours have passed early and have not left for a long time. I think this is the mystery.

Can this magic weapon enable disciples to continue to reincarnate on the same day?

Li Xianyuan does not think that time can be changed. In this way, there is only one possibility.

The so-called twelve hours are just a trick or a trap. The disciples of the six sects thought that there were only twelve hours, and they were in chaos on the first day.

Or the magic weapon used illusions and changed his facial features, making the disciple feel that the past day had passed, but only an hour had passed.

In this way...

Li Xianyuan raised the iron axe and slashed it down—

Bang-

Two wooden pallets rolled, and Li Xianyuan said to himself: "Does the twelve hours mean the deadline for twelve days..."

...

"How did he guess..."

Chunyang Mountain, Yangqing Peak.

Cui Yuanwei looked up at the giant screen on the zenith, rubbed his sore neck, and looked surprised and shocked.

It has been an hour since the disciples of the six sects entered the copper mustard pot. The situation of these six hundred disciples was also cast by the master of the Six Peak Peak, and they threw themselves into the green mountains of Pure Yang for hundreds of miles. The dark clouds set off, and you can look up by looking up.

Li Xianyuan was a disciple of Yangqing Peak, so he threw himself over Yangqing Peak. Most of the other disciples were like this. Only those outer disciples were thrown on the main peak.

"Brother Li is too wise..." Yu Deshou also sighed.

"What's the difficulty?" Xiao Xinrong's voice suddenly came from under the two of them: "Give me a hundred days, I can guess it."

The two of them lowered their heads and saw Xiao Xinrong lying in the grass, looking up at her with a comfortable look on her face.

"..." The fish died speechless.

"Don't quarrel, keep watching." Cui Yuanwei looked up and whispered intently.

Martial arts venue.

After one hour, nearly a hundred disciples were driven out by magic weapons. Their tools were deceived by twelve hours and took risks and were killed by the guards.

Nearly half of the disciples were in trouble. But those who were lucky, were not as good as theirs, were just captured and imprisoned, after midnight, they re-entered the cycle of reincarnation. So they learned from their mistakes.

Many people's eyes were circling around and they were looking at Li Xianyuan. The sound was heard in their ears and they couldn't help but glared: "How did he know!"

...

Li Xianyuan didn't know the outside world in the copper mustard pot. He already understood the general routine here.

The time limit has been clearly understood, so I can do it.

Zhao Tieniu came back every hour, and he would rest for half a moment when he came back. Li Xianyuan borrowed half a moment to inquire about the situation at the foot of the mountain. He learned that it seemed that because of the visit of five generations of disciples of Biyou Palace, the whole sect was on guard. These registered disciples were forbidden to walk around. Although they did not allow it on weekdays.

Biyou Palace... Li Xianyuan thought to himself.

Biyou Palace, the Jie Sect Taoist temple of the Tongtian Sect leader, one of the Three Pure Land. In the battle of the Conquest of the Gods, he stood on the side of Zhou Zhou, and opposed the Zheng Sect and others who protected King Wu of Zhou.

Compared with the immortals of the Ancestors, most of the people in the Jie Sect are monsters. Therefore, they are often ridiculed by the Ancestors and others. Especially after the Battle of the Conquest of the Gods, many of the defeated disciples became mounts.

But in terms of seniority, even Lu Dongbin, who has a good relationship with Li Xian, would respectfully call him a disciple of the three generations of the Ancestral Sect, and he would call him a senior. He was so big that he was scary.

The disciples of the Five Dynasties are enough to be on par with Lu Dongbin.

Jieshu has always been neither good nor evil, or because most of them are monsters, they tend to act randomly and have no specific position.

In any case, the disciples of the Five Dynasties of the Ayama Sect are definitely related to this trial.

An hour later, Zhao Tieniu came back panting at lunch time. Li Xianyuan asked without any rush, and ate pickled vegetables and steamed buns with him without food, and sat on the shaded threshold under the house to talk to him.

The result was not unexpected, Zhao Tieniu naturally didn't know this. I think Li Xianyuan could only explore it by himself.

Feeling stuffy, Zhao Tieniu took off his cloth clothes and grabbed it casually and fanned the palm-shaped fan.

"What is that?" Li Xianyuan suddenly asked.

"This?" Zhao Tieniu lowered his head, pulled off the jade pendant tied between his neck, and threw it to Li Xianyuan without any attention.

"It was given by my father before going out, and it was said to be a ancestral treasure."

The ancestral treasure was given to Li Xianyuan casually, but he was very heartbroken.

Li Xianyuan looked through this jade pendant with a body temperature, and his spiritual sense moved slightly, as if he was thinking of something.

He returned the jade pendant to Zhao Tieniu: "Take it."

Zhao Tieniu took it, didn't care about putting it in his pocket, and continued to fan the air.
Chapter completed!