"Brother Ye, this is your place to rest."

Yu Yuemo took Ye Qingchen to a small mountain.

The view here is wide and you can see most of the training grounds at the foot of the main mountain.

Looking up, the vast starry night is presented in front of you with an extremely shocking effect.

There is also a small stone house on the mountain.

Such a poetic picture was presented to Ye Qingchen's eyes.

Sitting on the stone bench in front of the small stone house, Yu Yuemo picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured Ye Qingchen a cup.

"I wonder if Brother Ye is still satisfied with this place?"

Ye Qingchen also sat down, took a sip of tea, and nodded with a smile.

"Of course I'm satisfied."

After a pause, he asked curiously:

"But I just have a little rest here and go to Mount Wusheng with you. Do I still need to arrange a residence for me?"

"Of course it's worth it."

Yu Yuemo chuckled and said, "After all, after going to Wusheng Mountain, there is no safer place than here."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen immediately understood.

They are worried that if they encounter unexpected problems in Wusheng Mountain and want to choose a place to hide, Xingluohen Mountain is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Speaking of this, how much does Brother Yu know about Wusheng Mountain?"

Ye Qingchen asked.

"I've only been there a few times and I don't know much."

Yu Yuemo's eyes looked reminiscent and said:

"I only know that no warrior can try to detect and enter the central area of ​​Wusheng Mountain, otherwise... there will be death and no life!"

"Even if it is a peerless existence like the Holy Emperor, it is definitely impossible to survive in the center of Wusheng Mountain!"

Hearing this, Ye Qingchen nodded slightly.

He also heard similar rumors.

"But Brother Ye, don't think that others say that the outer area of ​​Wusheng Mountain is suitable for training, but think that it is relatively safe."

Yu Yuemo said in a serious tone:

"The outer area of ​​Wusheng Mountain is also full of unknowns and dangers."

"The hundreds of disciples sent out on the 'Trial Day' every year by our Xingluohen Mountain will lose at least a dozen!"

"This is still impossible to stop it when the elders of my Xingluohen Mountain are secretly protected!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen's pupils shrank slightly.

With the secret protection of the elders, losses are still inevitable.

From this we can see that the outer area of ​​Wusheng Mountain is indeed not as "relatively safe" as so many people call it.

"Since there has been a loss, why do you still have to go there to experience it?" Ye Qingchen just asked, realizing that this question was undoubtedly redundant.

As expected.

Yu Yuemo chuckled and said heroically:

"If our warriors give up tempering themselves just because they are in danger, then their future achievements in the path of martial arts are destined to be limited!"

"This is the belief I have always upheld since embarking on the path of martial arts, and it is also the ancestral teaching that has been passed down from Xingluohen Mountain since its founding."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart.

What a powerful spirit and long-term insight should this be able to leave such ancestral teachings to warn future generations.

"Okay, I won't say much else. I'll talk to you later when I go to Wusheng Mountain together."

Yu Yuemo stood up from the stone bench: "Master arranged you here because you need a good rest, and there is plenty of spiritual energy here, which can help you recover better."

It turns out that Ning Duankong actually had such an intention.

Ye Qingchen felt a little warm and said, "Please thank Senior Guo Ning for me."

"Hey, a small matter, as long as Master, you can tell me some of the experience you just realized."

Yu Yuemo laughed, not afraid of Ning Duankong hearing this, and then left.

"The same holy land, the gap between the two disciples is so big."

Ye Qingchen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The "two" mentioned here are naturally Xingluohen Mountain and Fenglei Sheng Pavilion.

Whether it is martial arts talent or personality, Yu Yuemo is undoubtedly better than Luo Yuhan.

"I should recover well, otherwise, I might have to drag others down when I go to Wusheng Mountain later."

Ye Qingchen thought so in his mind, and began to sit cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest.

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at the same time.

Fenglei Holy Pavilion.

Bang!!!

A crisp slap resounded in the wide main pavilion.

The white-haired old man who took Luo Yuhan to "invite" Ye Qingchen to visit Fenglei Holy Pavilion was suffocated.

A clearly visible slap mark appeared on an old face.

The scorching pain penetrates the heart.

But he didn't dare to have an attack at all, so he had to kneel on the ground with trembling body.

"You asked you to take Han'er to catch that guy, but you not only didn't bring that guy here, but also brought Han'er's body back to me?!"

A middle-aged man in a black gold robe looked angrily and cursed at the white-haired old man.

The aura on his body was terrifying, and the white-haired old man's body was trembling even more and more, and he could not get up at all.

This middle-aged man is Luo Yuhan's father Luo Jiuchen, and he is also the "Xuanjin Saint" one of the twelve saints!

Cultivation is up to level 5 of the Emperor Ling Realm!

He is a real mid-term holy emperor!!

"You said...how should I punish you so that I can get rid of the anger in my heart!!"

Luo Jiuchen's anger was still not gone, and his face was terrible cold.

"Sir, please calm down!"

The white-haired old man said tremblingly: "It is related to Yu Han's death. I deserve to die... But I cannot save Yu Han because of the obstacles of Na Ning Duankong!"

Anyway, Luo Yuhan has died, so the white-haired old man is naturally not afraid of his lies being discovered.

What's more, the four holy places are guarding against each other.

It's nothing to add another fire to yourself.

It’s better to break the sky!

When everyone present heard this name, their faces darkened.

He is the "Star Sword Master" of Xingluohen Mountain!

His cultivation level is two small levels higher than Luo Jiuchen!

"He actually dared to interfere in this matter...Aren't he afraid of causing a war between my Fenglei Holy Pavilion and Xingluohen Mountain!"

Luo Jiuchen's face became even more gloomy and terrifying.

He didn't expect that Ning Duankong would interfere in the matter regardless of the relationship between the two holy places.

"Perhaps, he thought that my Fenglei Holy Pavilion and Xingluohen Mountain would not go to war, so he dared to stop him without regard for the consequences."

The Great Elder, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke slowly.

His pair of heart-wrenching eyes glanced at the old man with a faint look.

The white-haired old man was stiff and felt a terrifying feeling of being seen through all over his body.

Fortunately, the Great Elder did not stare at him for too long.

He turned his eyes and looked at Luo Jiuchen: "Just judging from the little guy's route, his purpose of this trip should be Wusheng Mountain."

After a pause, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "I chose a good cemetery for myself..."

"If I kill my saint son of Fenglei Holy Pavilion, I will naturally have to pay some price for it."

"Xuanjin, you can go with Feng Sha."

"If you meet Ning Duankong, just hold him back... After all, we really shouldn't start a war with them Xingluohen Mountain... They wouldn't be so stupid that they declare war on us for a dying person."

"yes!"

Luo Jiuchen lowered his head and then looked at the seat opposite.

On that seat, a man in a green robe with a strange face was sitting.

The man in the green robe slowly looked up and bowed to the elder, with a cold smile on his face.
Chapter completed!