I have a role in the heavens

When Fang Qingxue saw this scene, her beautiful eyes tightened, and for the first time her cold and noble face showed other expressions. It was an expression of surprise. There were ripples in her heart. She dodged a steel fork and waved her fist again. It blasted out violently, and the fierce storm directly knocked Feitian Yaksha away.

This girl, who is as clear as the bright moon and as cold as ice and snow, fights extremely violently. When she waves her fists and feet, she brings up gusts of wind. She is extremely fierce and overbearing. In the blink of an eye, she kills the two flying yakshas. It was blasted into a puddle of mud, and then he stopped fighting. He looked around, saw the target, and rushed forward again, trapping the three flying yakshas in one breath. It was obvious that he was challenging his own limits. The battle was full of The danger was so great that his breath became a little disordered.

Zhong Shenxiu sheathed his sword. Except for the flying yaksha faced by Fang Qingxue and Fang Zetao, he killed all the others. Only some low-level underground demons were left. The soldiers could deal with it. The situation was clear and there was no need for him to continue. Take action.

Zhong Shenxiu heard the violent sound coming from not far away, and turned around to look. She was dressed in white, and her fists were like artillery. She was like a goddess, and her shape was like a ghost. Fang Qingxue's fists were indestructible, and she kept bombarding the flying yaksha who besieged her, one after another. The air waves rolled, and the sound was like thunder, shaking the void.

"This little girl is always competitive, but in the psychic realm, she dared to fight one against three and firmly suppress the three Feitian Yaksha in the heroic realm. It is really amazing!"

Although the cultivation level of Feitian Yaksha is lower than that of Fang Qingxue, his Qi and blood are strong, his physique is stronger, and his divine power is innate, which is enough to compete with ordinary human masters in the psychic realm. Fang Qingxue can fight three Feitian Yaksha alone, and he can definitely be regarded as a psychic realm. Among the top masters, only those with extremely deep background and foundation can achieve this kind of combat power. They are geniuses among geniuses, with amazing talents. Even in the Yuhua Sect, there are very few disciples with such outstanding qualifications, who are the true seeds of immortality.

Fang Zetao on the other side was holding a sword, with exquisite sword moves and veteran experience. He was able to fight five Feitian Yaksha alone with ease and ease. The cold light shone, leaving a series of wounds on Feitian Yaksha's hard scales. An inch deep, bright blood flowed from the wound, and the whole air was filled with a fishy smell, making people frown.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"

The five ferocious flying yakshas were very aggrieved by Fang Zetao's suppression, and they all let out angry roars.

Fang Zetao has experienced hundreds of battles and has a stern look on his face. The sharp sword in his hand does not pause at all. His moves are vicious and his laws are strict. He continues to bleed Feitian Yaksha and boil frogs in warm water, gradually expanding his advantage without any anxiety. , proceed steadily.

Zhong Shenxiu withdrew his gaze and looked at the army officers. They had relied on their numerical advantage and tacit cooperation to kill all the underground demons. Everyone was full of evil aura, covered with stinking blood, and they were fierce. His expression was very terrifying.

"drink!"

A sound of clear roar came. Fang Qingxue, an expert in art, was brave. Under the siege of three flying yakshas, ​​he became even more crazy. He almost jumped in front of a yaksha with the sharp blade of the steel fork, and punched him fiercely. On the opponent's chest, the fist was like a war hammer, smashing Feitian Yaksha's sternum. A huge hole was opened from the front and back. Feitian Yaksha fell to the ground violently. Fang Qingxue twisted his body again, took back the blood-stained fist, and took advantage of the situation. It hit a flying yaksha steel fork behind him.

"boom!"

The steel fork made of refined iron suddenly bent and turned into an iron bow, which showed that Fang Qingxue's fist was harder than gold and iron and was powerful.

Under Feitian Yaksha's horrified gaze, Fang Qingxue suddenly kicked out, and her white embroidered shoes stepped hard on Feitian Yaksha's chest.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

There was a sound of intensive bone breaking, and the flying yaksha flew out backwards, with a look of pain on its hideous and terrifying face, blood continuously pouring out of its mouth, and its eyes were filled with disbelief, and the light in its eyes gradually dimmed. , the body's condition of death disappeared.

The last Feitian Yaksha took this opportunity to pierce Fang Qingxue's ribs with the sharp blade in his hand. The strong wind was sharp and made a hissing sound that cut through the air. Fang Qingxue took a deep breath, twisted her hips and turned her body, as if Like no bones, he dodged this fierce blow. His body was like a rotating spring, and he suddenly returned to his position. With a loud roar, he exhaled the turbid air in his chest and abdomen, and his palm turned into a knife, and he suddenly Slashing out, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, extremely sharp, and brought up an invisible air blade, which crossed the neck of the last flying yaksha. Blood arrows flew, and a head flew through the air and fell to the ground. , rolled around a few times, eyes widened, eyes wide open.

Fang Qingxue's face turned even paler. She had just exploded in one breath, her energy and blood were severely depleted, her momentum dropped, and she let down her guard.

Suddenly, a violent wind came from behind, and the invisible air waves blew Fang Qingxue's hair. She turned around in shock and saw that the flying Yaksha whose chest was blasted was not dead. He was pretending to be dead and deceived. Fang Qingxue.

The amazing vitality of Feitian Yaksha is simply beyond imagination. A pair of iron fists hit Fang Qingxue's back hard, with a ferocious smile on his face, his fangs exposed, and his mouth full of blood foam. This is this Feitian Yaksha The last blow was a move of death. The terrifying injury of the flying yaksha meant that he could only deliver such a blow.

Fang Qingxue had no idea that such an unexpected thing would happen, and she had no time to react. Her starry eyes widened, and a flash of horror flashed across her face. She was completely unprepared for this blow, and was about to disappear.

"call out!"

A stream of light flashed, a cold light shone, and a sharp sword penetrated Feitian Yaksha's head. The pair of iron fists quietly stopped an inch away from Fang Qingxue's back, unable to move forward any further.

Zhong Shenxiu walked slowly towards Fang Qingxue. Under her shocked eyes, she pulled out the sharp sword from Feitian Yaksha's head. There was no blood on the sword body. It killed people without getting blood. It was so sharp. The sword was sheathed and Zhong Shenxiu walked slowly. Shenxiu then looked at Fang Qingxue and made a sound that he didn't know what it meant.

"Tsk tsk!"

Fang Qingxue's heart was ups and downs at this moment. She was no longer as cold and frosty as usual. She frowned slightly and said unhappily.

"what do you mean?"

"I was just careless, they are not my opponents!"

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the unconvinced Fang Qingxue, rolled his eyes upwards, and made a sarcastic sound.

"hehe!"

Fang Qingxue's beautiful eyebrows stood up, a cluster of flames flashed in her cold and clear eyes, she became a little angry with embarrassment, and secretly complained in her heart.

"Haha? I really want to punch him in the face!"

Zhong Shenxiu seemed to sense Fang Qingxue's unkind gaze. Her eyes swept over Fang Qingxue's quietly clenched fists. She didn't give her a chance to get angry at all. She turned around and left without saying a word. Fang Qingxue behind her was so angry that her teeth were itching. But there was nothing she could do. After all, the other party took action and saved her life.

Fang Zetao might have been shocked by what happened on Fang Qingxue's side, and he didn't care about playing steadily, so his moves became fierce and ferocious. Within a moment, the sword in his hand was dripping with bright blood, and all five flying yakshas around him were dead.

"Qingxue, how could you be so careless? If the Seventh Prince hadn't taken action this time, you would have died! Why don't you thank the Seventh Prince for saving your life?"

Fang Zetao looked solemn and scolded his daughter. He was really shocked just now. Fang Qingxue is the seed of immortality. If something unexpected happens, the hope of the Fang family's rise will be gone.

Fang Qingxue had regained her calm state of mind at this time, with a cold expression, nodded slightly, walked to Zhong Shenxiu with her father, bowed slightly, and thanked him coldly.

"Qingxue was rude just now. Thank you to the Seventh Prince for saving your life!"

There was a faint smile on Zhong Shenxiu's face, extremely bright, which seemed to bring light to this dim underground world. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he made a sound of unknown meaning again.

"hehe!"

Fang Qingxue couldn't help but have veins popping out on her cold face. She was once again offended by Zhong Shenxiu. Her beautiful little fists were clenched again. An inexplicable impulse arose in her heart, wanting to touch Zhong Shenxiu's extremely handsome face. A hard punch.

Fang Zetao didn't know the grudge between the two. Seeing his daughter sincerely thanking her, he turned to look at the battlefield and gave instructions to his soldiers.

"Clean the battlefield!"

"Here!"

All the soldiers took orders one after another, restrained Paoze's corpse on the battlefield, and dealt with the last-ditch underground demon with great caution, making Zhong Shenxiu nod frequently. He was worthy of being an elite soldier, but it was rare.

After cleaning the battlefield, Zhong Shenxiu and others patrolled the underground world again, and no underground demons were encountered again. Apparently the underground cracks had been cleaned up, and Zhong Shenxiu could return to Lijing for business.

The group of people walked out of the crack in the ground and saw the sky again. The bright sunshine shone on them, giving people a different feeling. Zhong Shenxiu looked back at the dark and damp entrance, with a somewhat sad look on his face.

"Master Fang, the cracks in the underground have been completely cleared this time. I am going back to Beijing and will stay here soon!"

Fang Zetao was stunned when he heard this. Seeing the serious look on Zhong Shenxiu's face, he did not hold back. He nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Seventh Prince, I will report to Your Majesty the details of the suppression of underground monsters this time, please don't worry!"

Fang Zetao's intention was very clear. He would not erase Zhong Shenxiu's contribution in this crackdown and allow Zhong Shenxiu to return to Beijing with peace of mind.

Zhong Shenxiu nodded nonchalantly, took the reins handed over by the deputy general next to him, got on his horse, and finally gave Fang Qingxue a hoot again, letting out a hearty smile, galloping his horse, and left the capital in the south.

"Hahaha! The green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. We will see you again in the future!"

Fang Qingxue had blue veins popping up on her forehead, puffed up by Zhong Shen's delicate little face, and her breathing was a little heavier. A look of anger flashed through her clear and bright eyes, and she stared at Zhong Shenxiu's retreating back hatefully.

Lijing, the capital of the Dali Dynasty, and the royal study room of the imperial palace.

Emperor Dali sat behind the desk, staring at the memorial in his hand and giving instructions with a red pen. He was busy non-stop. After a long time, he put down the red pen in his hand. A look of exhaustion appeared on his face, and he pinched it with his right hand. Between his brows, he relieved his fatigue and looked up at Zhong Shenxiu, who was standing respectfully below. His majestic voice echoed in the closed room, his voice low and powerful.

"Fang Zetao reported all your performance to me. You did a good job this time!"

Emperor Dali paused for a moment, and seeing that Zhong Shenxiu still looked calm and calm, he continued.

"Since you have completed the errand I gave you, one of the quotas for Yuhua Sect to recruit outer disciples will be given to you this time!"

"You go back and prepare well. In a month, you can set off to the north!"

Emperor Dali sighed, a hint of hope flashed in his majestic eyes. If Zhong Shenxiu could make a breakthrough in the Yuhua Sect and step into the secret realm of supernatural powers, it would definitely be a good thing for the Dali Dynasty. Help enhance the status of the Dali Dynasty.

When Zhong Shenxiu heard this, he finally smiled a little. A slight smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, which was very bright.

Emperor Dali waved his hand to indicate that Zhong Shenxiu could retire and immersed himself in the memorial again.

Zhong Shenxiu saluted respectfully and stepped back. Just when he was about to retreat to the door, Emperor Dali raised his head again and said something to Zhong Shenxiu.

"By the way, your fiancée has become a disciple of the Yuhua Sect and is expected to become a true disciple!"

It turned out that that day, on the way back from wiping out the underground demons, Fang Qingxue met Elder Tianxing of the Yuhua Sect. Seeing that she was expected to step into the secret realm of magical powers, he was valued by him and took her back to the Yuhua Sect and directly entered the inner gate, becoming a true legend. seed.

Zhong Shenxiu was stunned for a moment, nodded, showed no surprise, and calmly turned around and left.

Emperor Dali was confused by Zhong Shenxiu's calm performance. He stared blankly at Zhong Shenxiu's figure gradually walking away, lowered his head, his eyes were full of contemplation, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

One month later, Zhong Shenxiu followed the royal team all the way northward. In addition to rushing, he also rushed from south to north, and then passed through Longyuan Province, Uling Province, Huayang Province, Taigu Province, and Jiuhu Province. After traveling through several major provinces and traveling thousands of miles, a month later, we finally arrived under a stretch of mountains.

"Ahead is the Yuhua Fairy Mountain, which is the foundation of the Yuhua Sect."

An elder of the clan, with white beard and hair, is sitting on a carriage, looking at the towering mountains in the distance, with infinite yearning and reverence in his expression. He is the person in charge of this departure from the royal family, and is responsible for escorting the clan's children to become disciples of the Yuhua Sect. .

This time, in addition to the seventh prince Zhong Shenxiu, the Dali royal family also had several other princes, all of whom were older than him. There were also many clan members, all of whom were outstanding members of the Dali royal family. Among the rising generation, the one with the worst cultivation level has the strength of the fifth level of divine power in the physical realm.

Zhong Shenxiu got out of the carriage, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked into the distance. At a glance, he could only see the infinite distance. Among the continuous mountains, there were sky-high peaks everywhere, as straight as arrows, and some peaks were covered with flowers. , built many palaces. Countless thousand-foot waterfalls pour down from the mountain peaks, like countless jade dragons.

The sky is blue, like blue crystal, there is never a cloud, the sun is shining high, the soft and bright sunlight shines down, spotless. On those hundreds of peaks, pine trees have entangled roots and spreading branches and leaves, showing an ancient atmosphere. In the deepest part of the mountain peak, among the misty clouds, there is still a huge city in the sky, floating like a mirage. It makes people think that they have arrived in the fairyland. The atmosphere is endless and extremely spectacular. This kind of grand scene is a kind of heartfelt shock, which comes from everyone's heart.

Just when the Dali royal family arrived in front of Yuhuaxian Mountain. The long roar of the crane reaches into the sky, one after another. In everyone's surprised eyes, seven or eight white dots in the distance shuttled over like arrows. They were only the size of a fist at first, but by the time they were above everyone's sky, they had turned into ones larger than cows. Crane.

These cranes are all extraordinary, with bright red heads, and two wings spread apart, setting off clouds of storms. Especially the two claws of the cranes are like steel hooks, which can penetrate gold and iron. What’s even more surprising is that on the backs of these cranes are young Taoist priests wearing feathered robes.

The crane fell, and the storm became more intense. With the wings flashing, the wind was like an arrow, people were turned over, sand and rocks were flying, and everything was in a mess.

Then, these seven or eight young Taoists riding white cranes really flew down and landed on the ground. They first glanced at the people present with their eyes, looking arrogant, as if the statues of gods were looking at mortals, especially when their cranes stood up. , twice as tall as a human being, like a behemoth, adding to its power.

"Why did you mortals come to the Yuhua Sect Immortal Mountain?"

These young Taoists are the welcome disciples of Yuhua Sect. They are aloof and their eyes are full of contempt for mortals, as if they are looking at a group of ants.

The elder of the clan hurriedly got off the carriage, looked respectful, bent down to salute, and explained to the welcoming disciples of the Yuhua Sect.

"Dear Taoist priests, we are members of the Dali royal family, and we are here to participate in this apprenticeship ceremony!"

The Dali royal family still has some influence in the Yuhua Sect, and there are also several true disciples. Although their cultivation is not high, they are not those who can be offended by these welcome disciples.

There are many disciples in the Yuhua Sect, hundreds of thousands of them, but most of them are outer disciples and inner disciples. There are only more than a hundred true disciples. Each true disciple is a treasure of the Yuhua Sect, with a respected status and can live alone. An immortal peak has hundreds of inner and outer disciples serving it, and other disciples cannot afford to offend it.

The arrogance on the faces of the welcoming disciples subsided a little, and their expressions were a little kind, and they said to the elder of the clan.

"Since he is a disciple of the Dali Royal Family, he should also know the rules of the Immortal Mountain. He went on a rampage and broke the rules of the Immortal Mountain."

The elder of the clan nodded repeatedly and took out a box from his sleeve. There was a faint smell of medicinal fragrance filling the air. He handed it to the leading welcoming disciple in a secretive movement and said with a smile.

"A small gift is not a sign of respect. Here is a five-hundred-year-old blood ginseng plant. Please take care of it by a few Taoist priests!"

A bright smile immediately appeared on the face of the leading welcoming disciple, he nodded and said in a very gentle manner.

"Don't worry, leave them to us and I will take care of them!"

The elder of the clan nodded, turned to the royal family and gave instructions.

"You have entered the Yuhua Gate. You must abide by the rules and do not act recklessly. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then the elder of the clan watched Zhong Shenxiu and others enter Yuhua Mountain along with the welcoming disciples. After a long time, he sighed and led the people back the way they came.