Chapter 575: Leaving the Snowfield

"Let's go!"

Fang Yuan returned to the sword hut, and there was nothing to do, he just took the stone slab he brought from Qingyang Jianchi's sword hut, and jumped onto the red luan bird's back. The Red Luan didn't need him to order, it flew into the mid-air with a clear cry, with its wings spread out, it was more than ten feet long. I don't know if it's because this Luan is a spirit body, or because of other reasons, even in the wind and snow of the ninth snow line, it was not greatly affected, and it was able to fly successfully in the wind and snow.

If the real Red Luan came, it would probably be torn into pieces by the wind and snow, but it just trembled a little, then stirred the wind and snow with its wings, and flew towards the south, it seemed that it was aiming in one direction and would only fly to one place.

Since Fang Yuan can fly, the speed is naturally extremely fast. Fang Yuan did not know how long it took him to enter the ninth snow line of the snowfield, but now he has saved a lot of time. The shadow of the red luan moves like a sharp front across the nine heavens of the snowfield, heading straight to the south.

A few days later, Fang Yuan had arrived at the seventh snow line. Here, he directed it with his spiritual sense, and made it fly westward. Within a day, he had reached a snow cliff, and he also saw the Liujue Palace hidden under the snow cliff.

"Who is coming?"

Inside the Liujue Palace, there was silence, but outside the Liujue Palace, on a snow ridge, someone shouted loudly.

"You should know who I am!"

Fang Yuan jumped up from Hongluan's back, stood in the snow, green robe dangling, flying against the wind, turned his head to look in that direction, and recognized the man on the snowy ridge. This man was near the third snow line back then. He met him on behalf of the Chengtian swordsmanship.

The man naturally recognized Fang Yuan, but he couldn't believe the look in his eyes, and even became extremely nervous.

"How dare you come to my Liujue Palace?"

As soon as he raised his right arm, there were countless black shadows running towards the distance in the dark, searching for something.

Ten years ago, my young master, the four elders, and a group of Chengtian Sword Dao masters went to the snowy field together, and finally returned with injuries. They pressed each other step by step, so they never went in to find him.

Even before that, they even abandoned the Liujue Palace because they were worried that Xijianchi would get the location of the Liujue Palace through him.

It was only ten years since Xijianchi hadn't sent troops to Liujue Palace, they were relieved a little, and sent some people back to guard it, but it didn't take long, and suddenly they saw this person whom Chengtian Sword Dao hated the most appeared here, so why not be surprised?

For a while, he was worried that he brought people from Xijianchi to attack, so he naturally wanted to investigate quickly.

Facing the suspicious gaze of this old man from Xijianchi, Fang Yuan looked as if he had washed, and said indifferently: "Please come out and meet the young lord!"

"You still want to see the young master?"

The man's face was full of anger immediately, and at the same time, he glanced around more nervously, and shouted: "The young master is no longer here!"

Fang Yuan couldn't help frowning, and said lightly: "I don't believe he is willing to stay away. Even if he is not here, he must be nearby. You can just invite him over. Fang Yuan will tell you the matter. If he really doesn't want to show up, then Fang will leave!"

The man's face suddenly became ugly, and he wanted to speak again, but suddenly there was a burst of laughter in Liujue Palace.

Following the sound of laughter, a shadow flew up from the top of the Liujue Palace, and gradually changed, but it was the appearance of the young master Chengtian. His eyes swept over Fang Yuan's face, and he waved his hand to the ugly Chengtian swordsmen around him, signaling them not to panic.

Fang Yuan glanced at him, didn't say much, just took out a scroll.

Heng looked at it in his hand, then pushed lightly with his left palm, and sent the scroll to Young Master Chengtian.

That young master Chengtian's face changed slightly, a sword energy held the scroll in mid-air, and said in a slightly cold voice: "What is this?"

"It's hard for you to endure ten years without seeing me!"

Fang Yuan said: "But I have to come to see you first. Ten years ago, you asked me for the method of mastering sword intent, and I gave you some advice, but seeing your current appearance, you probably didn't realize it. But it's okay, in the past ten years, I have thoroughly deduced all kinds of methods. The method of mastering sword intent you want, and even the method of sword Dao after mastering sword intent, are all here!"

After hearing these words, the young master Chengtian was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

Just now I was quite worried, and thought that with Fang Yuan's temperament, he would not bring people from Xijianchi here, but now he heard Fang Yuan's words, but suddenly he was a little worried, and with a wave of his hand secretly, more than a dozen people ran to the outside to check for invincibility...

Fang Yuan could see his thoughts, so he just smiled lightly and said, "If it's true or not, you'll know after reading it!"

That's all, Fei flew onto Hong Luan, and a beam of red light was thrown straight into the void in the south.

The young master Chengtian held back his words, but he didn't expect Fang Yuan to leave so quickly, his eyes were extremely surprised.

He had already raised one hand, but he didn't let it drop until Fang Yuan left.

The masters of Chengtian Sword Dao who were dormant in the dark all around had no choice but to put away their killing intent in embarrassment.

After hesitating for a long while, he still opened the scroll and glanced at the contents inside, but the more he looked at it, the more he thought about it, and the uglier it became. At the end, he closed the scroll with a "huh", and his breath became a little thicker.

"Young master, within a thousand miles, there is no trace of the disciple of Xijianchi..."

Someone searched the surrounding areas and hurried back to report to him, his eyes glanced at the scroll in the young master's hand strangely.

A little surprised: "Could it be that this person really doesn't intend to harm my Chengtian swordsmanship when he comes here?"

The Master Chengtian Sword Dao gave a wry smile, and said, "Don't worry, he won't do us any harm this time..."

The surrounding monks of Chengtian Sword Dao heard the words, and they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard the young master Chengtian Sword Dao wryly smile: "He thought of a better way to destroy me Chengtian Sword Dao..."

"ah?"

All the evil sword cultivators around were dumbfounded when they heard this.

But this young master Chengtian didn't say any more, carefully put away the scroll, and said: "I'm going to see my father!"

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Red Luan spread its wings, flew away from the Liujue Palace, and darted across the snowfield.

Now, the farther away from the ninth snow line of boundless cold and howling wind, the faster the speed of Hongluan, and correspondingly, the probability of encountering practitioners is also increasing. Fang Yuan has not been away from the ninth snow line for ten years, so he naturally does not know that the outside is not what it used to be. leave.

"Fang Yuan, fellow daoist, please stop!"

Just when Fang Yuan sat on the red luan, and after a day, he came to the third snow line Wuxue Mountain area, and he saw that a terrifying sword array had been set up here, and above the sword array, there were nine white robes standing in the air. In the sword array, there were many black shadows with terrifying aura, but they were all black-robed disciples with good cultivation, guarding this airspace tightly.

Hongluan stopped for a while, flying in mid-air, Fang Yuan looked up at the nine white robes, and said, "You still want to stop me?"

In the white robe, a person who seemed to be calmer said in a deep voice: "In the past ten years, you have been comprehending swords in the depths of the snowfield. My sword washing pool not only did not disturb you, but helped you solve a lot of troubles. But I didn't expect that you had retreated for ten years. As soon as you came out, you immediately met with the evil sword cultivator. How can we rest assured that you will leave when we wash the sword pool?"

Fang Yuan frowned slightly after hearing this sentence, but did not answer.

The white robe said in a deep voice: "I can't say, because of emotion and reason, you should follow us to see Jianshou!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "No time, no interest!"

The white robe's expression turned ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "We are following orders and don't want to entangle you too much, but I think you should understand that now we nine white robes and eighty one black robes have set up this Heavenly Sword Formation and have been waiting for you here for ten years. Even the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal can't imagine breaking through so easily. You should not ask for trouble, just follow us!"

Hearing the words, the people nearby also said coldly: "That's right, if you haven't entered the evil way, why are you afraid of seeing me wash the sword head of the sword pool?"

Hearing their yelling, Fang Yuan's expression became a little displeased.

He thought for a while, raised his head, and said lightly, "You are right to be worried, but I have two words to say!"

Those white robes looked at each other, and one of them said coldly: "What are you talking about?"

"First, if I want to prove that I haven't entered the evil way, there are many ways, and I don't have to go to see the sword head of Xijianchi!"

When these words sounded in a low voice, he had already patted Hongluan's neck lightly.

The red luan got the order, and with a clear cry, it spread its wings and flew forward.

And Fang Yuan also raised his head at this time, and all the emotions in his eyes suddenly faded away, only the cold light that had been condensed to the extreme, at the same time, his voice also became indifferent, as if he was narrating something irrefutable.

"Second, even if you can stop Nascent Soul Sword Immortal, you can't stop me!"

Alas, seeing that many readers want to open a harem, I think so too, but... Fang Yuan's personality is unlikely to open a harem, right? ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The most important thing is, I don’t have one yet, why should he have two?