Chapter 1669: Aodong Building

East from the Sword Palace, above Sword Mountain.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

On the top of Jianshan, the strong wind was hunting, making his clothes rattle and his long hair fluttering.

However, it couldn't be blown away... The stinging color on his face and the malicious light in his eyes.

"As soon as I learned that you came to the Far East, I rushed over from the palace."

"You...but you didn't even give me a chance to say a few words..."

The man gritted his teeth and said, not even realizing that his fists were already clenched.

Next to him, the old man looked indignant, "Her Saint Moon Sect is a hidden world sect, and our Beiyin Palace is also a hidden world family. It's just as famous as each other, so what are you arrogant about?"

"If it weren't for the evil beast of Huanyue Tianluan, just a Xiao Yiyi, what would it be..."

The old man spoke angrily, but he could not finish his words.

A pair of gloomy eyes stopped his words.

"Master." The old man looked at the man, his body trembling suddenly.

That gloomy gaze came from the man.

"I forgot." The man's voice was extremely cold.

"Who gave you the qualifications to shoot at her?"

"A mere legendary quadruple, is it your confidence when you enter the middle stage?"

"Young Master, I..." The old man's face changed, and he even showed panic, and hurriedly bowed.

laugh…

In the air, a cold light flashed by suddenly.

The panic on the old man's face was frozen.

Gululu...

The head fell and rolled several meters on the ground.

The old man, at this moment, the corpse was separated.

Beside the man, a figure appeared out of thin air.

The figure is a middle-aged man, standing on one knee, "Young Master."

"Ying slave, you did a good job." The man said, his face still cold.

"No one can shoot her in front of me."

The man's eyes turned to the distance again, and a trace of bleakness and... suppressed jealousy flashed across Bai Ze's face.

After a long while, the man lowered his head and glanced at the middle-aged man.

"Ying slave, go get that kid's head and bring it back to me."

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man still stood on one knee, raised his head slightly, and frowned.

"Young master, please forgive me for speaking directly."

"Young master is so talented, why bother to make trouble for a mere woman."

"At this moment, if there are waves because of this..."

"Shadow slave." The man interrupted abruptly, "I know what you want to say."

"The Eighth Palace, it has long been intended to check and balance our hidden family."

"It's just that the Eighth Palace of the past, with the same spirit, can naturally stabilize the continent, and no one dares to make trouble."

"Now the Eighth Palace has long since fallen apart. I, Beiyin Palace, are not afraid of them."

The middle-aged man said solemnly, "That kid, after all, is the successor of Shura and Fengsha."

"if…"

"Forget it." The man, with a trace of dissatisfaction flashing across his face, flicked his sleeves.

"Then leave him alive for a while."

"Follow me back to the palace."

The man withdrew his gaze into the distance, turned around, and his face was full of anger.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"However, won't you participate in tomorrow's competition? Is the tomb of the ancient emperor open more than a month later?"

"No need." The man shook his head. "The competition is just a trivial matter. I'm here just to see her."

"As for the tomb of the ancient emperor, huh." The man sneered.

"The tomb of the ancient emperor is once every 15 years. Every time it is opened, the result is the same. It doesn't matter if you participate or not."

The middle-aged man frowned, "This generation of young geniuses is the most enchanting generation."

"The tomb of the ancient emperor, or there may be an accident, not necessarily."

"No." The man shook his head, "In the Tomb of the Ancient Emperor, no one can break the game alone, no matter how good it is."

"Let's go."

swoosh...swish...swish...

Headed by the man, a group of people flew away from the sky.

...

In the far east, an hour later.

swoosh...swish...swish...

A stream of flames traveled across the space.

After a few minutes.

"Dongli Sword Palace, it's here." High in the sky, Xiao Yi muttered to himself.

Ziyan fire wings fluttered and fell from the sky.

The time, as he expected, came to the extreme east, at most ten times, and there was just one day to spare.

Tomorrow is the time when the competition of the major forces begins.

In addition, if he hadn't met the first cloud and the other three on the road before, he could have come to Dongli Sword Palace more than an hour earlier.

The Dongli Sword Palace is the hegemonic force here in the extreme east.

At the same time, the competition of the major forces is also held here.

whoosh…

Xiao Yi descended from the sky, and under the vibration of Ziyan fire wings, a large wave of fire swelled around.

swoosh...swish...swish...

More than a dozen old men jumped out of the sword palace in an instant.

After that, there were also sword palace warriors, surging forward.

"Who is coming, dare to come to our Dongli Sword Palace to be presumptuous?" The dozen or so old men headed by them drew their swords out, with an astonishing stern aura, and they rose up.

"Thirteen peerless." Xiao Yi glanced at the dozen or so old men and nodded.

Dongli Sword Palace is not an easy place.

Xiao Yi came quickly, and when he fell, it caused a large fire wave, which naturally attracted the attention of the people in the sword palace.

Xiao Yi was about to answer.

Inside the sword palace, a sharp voice suddenly came out.

"Dignified Ziyan Yixiao, I'm here with you, the old man has lost his way to welcome him."

Whoosh...a figure came out of the sword palace.

"What a sharp sword energy." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank slightly.

Almost in an instant, Xiao Yi was able to judge that the person's kendo attainments were unfathomable.

Whoosh... The sword energy came in an instant.

The five-color ring in Xiao Yi's hand condensed instantly, and a beast hand covered it.

boom…

A flaming punch was thrown heavily.

The sword energy instantly dissipated.

But the flame also dissipated under the sword energy, Xumi.

The sword energy and flames dissipated at the same time, and on the spot, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Xiao Yi with a faint smile on his face.

"Ziyan Yixiao, it really lives up to its reputation." The old man cupped his hands.

Xiao Yi also bowed his hands, "Presumably, Your Excellency is the Palace Master of Dongli Sword Palace, Aodong Building."

Dongli Sword Palace, one of the three major sword palaces in the world.

The Aodong Building is the master of the Dongli Sword Palace, a peerless sword cultivator who has become famous hundreds of years ago.

He is different from the peak sword cultivators such as Elder Yun Yuan and Deacon Taboo.

Elder Yun Yuan, Deacon Taboo and others were several generations younger than him.

Guao Donglou is not a peak sword cultivator in the world, but it is a peerless sword cultivator who has been famous for many years, and his prestige is even greater.

"Ziyan Yixiao?" The elders and disciples of the Sword Palace all around were shocked.

One after another, curious eyes, all stared at Xiao Yi.

"Is this the rumored Zi Yan Yi Xiao?"

"About half a month ago, the evildoer who broke 100,000 evil cultivators, and even the poison robe was almost killed by him? Is he so young?"

"Haha." Aodonglou smiled and walked slowly to Xiao Yi's side.

"Deputy Hall Master Yi Xiao, come from afar, let's follow the old man into the Sword Palace first, please."

Aodonglou made a 'please' gesture.

"It's work." Xiao Yi cupped his hands.

First more.

(End of this chapter)