The ox cart was buzzing, time flew, and many warriors who were originally watching the fun quickly left Changtian Peak. But the disciples of the Litian lineage were still hesitant.

Although they were full of fear of Zheng Ming's words, they knew even more that if they left in shame, their status among the sect would be greatly punished.

"Let's go, don't embarrass you here!" Murong Nan forced his body to stand up straight and ordered in a deep voice.

Three breaths have passed, and the entire Changtian Peak has become clean. At this moment, Zheng Ming and his two finally arrived at the mountainside of Changtian Peak.

Here is a flat land of more than twenty feet in a radius, with three large trees, hundreds of feet tall, dense branches and leaves, and roots like dragons. From a distance, it looks like three huge umbrellas, shrouded in the sky.

Sanhuangping!

According to Mu Feihong's records, this place should be Sanhuangping, the central place of the Changtian lineage. On the inner mountain of the Sanhuangping, there is a cave where the disciples of the Changtian lineage practice and stay.

"Senior brother, have we arrived at the Sanhuangping? I seem to feel that the Great Emperor, the Second Emperor, and the Third Emperor are talking."

Mu Wan'er, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, and her words stunned Zheng Ming, the Great Emperor, the Second Emperor, and the Third Emperor! After a moment of stunnedness, Zheng Ming realized that Mu Wan'er was talking about these three big pine trees.

In Mu Feihong's record, Mu Wan'er rushed down from Changtian Peak with him. Mu Wan'er should have a memory of the Sanhuangping where she lives.

"Yes, we are here at Sanhuangping." Zheng Ming saw Mu Wan'er struggling to get out of the car, so he quickly helped Mu Wan'er's body off the carriage.

Mu Wan'er gently pushed Zheng Ming's hand away and ran quickly forward. When Zheng Ming saw this girl, she was always gentle, skillful and calm. This was the first time Zheng Ming saw such a situation that was out of control.

He closely followed Mu Wan'er's actions, fearing that Mu Wan'er would fall to the ground by accident.

I saw Mu Wan'er sitting on the twisted root of a pine tree in the middle, and her face was filled with joy and smile: "Grand Emperor, Second Emperor, Third Emperor, Wan'er is back. I said, I will come back to see you."

Three giant trees, windless, are like welcoming their little master!

The return of the Changtian lineage is like a legend, which spread throughout the Wanxiang Mountain in just half an hour.

Compared with the return of the Changtian lineage, the young disciples of Wanxiang Mountain care more about the person who carried the ox cart and stepped up the mountain.

One sword defeated Murong and took the car to the sky!

Such deeds that make people look up to make many young people feel excited and have the urge to replace them.

"The bicycle pulled the junior sister and drove away the evil men who forcibly occupied Changtian Peak. It's such a hero. Tsk, I really hope to meet such a hero." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy had admiration in his words.

As soon as he finished speaking, his senior brother knocked heavily on the head and said, "What a villain, that's the senior brother of the Litian lineage."

"Relying on his high cultivation level, he forcibly expelled the last successor of the Tianyi lineage of the family, from the mountain. What's the point of not being a villain?" The young man stammered and said with some dissatisfaction: "Senior brother, if you say they are good people, I will never end up with you!"

The youngest senior brother shook his head and said, "Little junior brother, let's just say this between us brothers. You must not go outside and say it, do you understand!"

Speaking of this, the young man's senior brother looked outside and whispered: "Those people from the Litian lineage are not easy to mess with."

"Isn't anyone in the entire Wanxiang Mountain coming out to uphold justice?" The boy's words were full of indignation.

justice!

These two words were heard in the youngest senior brother's ears, and the expression of the youngest senior brother kept changing. Although these two words were very simple, the meaning contained in these two words was heavier than that of thousands of jin.

His years of practice have made him realize that when he has the strength, he can still say that if he does not have the strength, it is best not to tell others about justice.

But as a senior brother, he was a little unwilling to be physically and mentally affected by his junior brother at a young age, so after pondering, the senior brother still said nothing.

After the young man returned to his room to practice, the senior brother was about to leave, but at this moment, a man in a moon-white robe rushed from a distance, holding a long sword.

For the man walking with the sword, a hint of admiration appeared in the eyes of the senior brother. He stood aside without waiting for the man to land and said respectfully: "Disciple Yunxiu, pay homage to Master Hua!"

"Yun Xiu doesn't have to be too polite, can you be here?" The moment the man fell from the void, he waved his hand towards the void, and the long sword turned into a stream of light and sank into the man's mouth.

Yun Xiu looked at the flowing light, his eyes full of envy. He knew that only warriors in Hualien realm could use the Taoist patterns contained in his body to produce this kind of natal treasure in his body.

It can be big or small, it can be controlled to reach the nine heavens, and it can also be transformed into thousands of threads to cut the world.

"Master Hua, please wait, disciples will report now!" Yun Xiu had a good self-control. He quickly withdrew his gaze and said respectfully.

The man who was called Uncle Hua by Yunxiu had a good relationship with Yunxiu's master. After Yunxiu reported, Yunxiu's master soon came out.

Compared with the outstanding character of Master Hua, Yun Xiu’s master was just a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, but Uncle Hua respected Yun Xiu’s master quite much.

This kind of respect is not perfunctory, but a kind of respect from the heart.

Master and Uncle Hua had something to talk about, so Yun Xiu naturally couldn't listen there. Just as he was about to leave, his master ordered: "Yun Xiu, go and bring my treasured Liuhua wine and let your Uncle taste it."

Master Yunxiu’s Liuhua wine is made of more than a dozen kinds of treasures of heaven and earth. It not only tastes beautiful, but also has the effect of improving cultivation.

Although Yun Xiu was a favored disciple in front of his master, he could only drink some during festivals.

After agreeing, Yun Xiu went to prepare. When he walked in with a wine pot a quarter of an hour later, he listened to his master's words with indifference: "Is it just to save the lives of both of them?"

"You... don't forget how much contribution and sacrifice the Changtian lineage made to the sect!"

The master was very unhappy, and Yunxiu's heart trembled for a moment. He already knew in his heart what Master and Uncle Hua were arguing about.

At this time, it is not suitable to go in and deliver wine. Yun Xiu pondered for a moment, then held the wine utensil and prepared to leave.

"Senior brother, I also know that this matter is a bit biased, but this is the decision of the sect leader. Please report it to your uncle. After all, all this is for Wanxiang Mountain."

Uncle Hua's voice was still so full of magnetic properties. Usually, Yun Xiu admired this Uncle Hua a little bit arrogant, but now, if you don't know what's going on, Yun Xiu's heart is a little disappointed.

He didn't know where these losses came from, but this loss arose deeply in his heart.

"What a good thing for Wanxiang Mountain! Haha, can everyone sacrifice it for this reason?" The master asked back, as if it was a roaring smell.

Yunxiu didn't dare to listen anymore, so he quickly flashed. After a quarter of an hour, Uncle Hua, who had a cold face, walked out alone.

Seeing Uncle Hua's body leaving like a stream of light, Yun Xiu carefully came to the quiet room where the master was.

Master was lying powerlessly on the bed. Although from his appearance, there was no difference between Master and just now, Yun Xiu felt that Master was not so easy now.

"Take the wine!" Master's voice suddenly came into Yunxiu's ears. Yunxiu hurriedly handed the wine in his cup over.

"Yun Xiu, there is no fairness in this world. You must remember that even if the axioms are on your side, without strong strength, everything is in vain."

"Haha, but I have tried my best. At least, I saved the lives of those two people, but, hi..."

Master's sigh made Yun Xiu feel extremely uncomfortable when he heard it. He knew that his master was not a person who liked to drown his sorrows by drinking.

And in his heart, he began to understand what the master said meant.

...

Under three huge trees and on two bamboo chairs that had not been used for more than ten years, Zheng Ming and Mu Wan'er were lying comfortably on them. The gentle and gentle wind in the mountains and the rustling sound of the exchange between the big trees and the mountain wind made everything look extremely quiet.

At this moment, Mu Wan'er had fallen asleep. With the stars, Zheng Ming could see Mu Wan'er's face covered with sweetness.

This Sanhuangping is where she grew up. Mu Wan'er, who returned to Sanhuangping, was like a little girl who found her home again.

Zheng Ming saw her joy and her joy in his eyes, and joy in his heart. Sometimes, he felt that it was worth it to make this kind girl happy and come to this Wanxiang Mountain by himself.

Yellow reputation is worth 103,286!

The reputation of cyan is worth 603!

As for the red reputation value, the red reputation value that appears on Zheng Ming’s reputation value table at this moment is still a dry zero.

It seems that there is no one who knows martial arts in the huge Wanxiang Mountain. Zheng Ming can draw hero cards a hundred times with this 100,000 yellow reputation value.

Think of who is who is, it is just a general. Of course, Zheng Ming will never waste his precious reputation on the general card.

After drawing a handful, Zheng Ming, who had not drawn the hero card for some days, felt like a ball of flame was burning in his heart.

He knew that this feeling was partly because he hadn't drawn hero cards for a while, but also because there was no character in his hands who could save his life, so he had this idea.

The yellow reputation value is that drawing the general cards will naturally draw one by one accurately, but the general cards are really not very useful to him, so Zheng Ming decided to start drawing from the prehistoric cards for a moment.
Chapter completed!