Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

"Then what do you mean? Just now you said it yourself, could it be that I framed you? Come on, come with me to Biyou Palace to seek a judgement from my uncle!"

Duobao glanced at Biyou Palace behind Lin An, feeling like a hemp rope in his heart.

How could he not know that Lin An deliberately picked the loopholes in his words.

To put it bluntly, this is just far-fetched.

But the problem is, Lin An just came out of Biyou Palace, and it is impossible for the master in Biyou Palace not to know about the dispute between the two of them, but he didn't react at all.

At this time, Wudang took a step forward and said softly: "Senior Brother Xuancheng, just now Senior Brother Duobao just spoke nonsense and made a mistake, I hope Senior Brother Xuancheng will not be as knowledgeable as him."

Lin An didn't think about holding on to it, and looked at Duobao with a smile, "Is that so?"

Duobao was furious in his heart, but he had to use the steps Wudang made for him to get down.

"Junior Sister Wudang is right. I made a slip of the tongue just now, and I hope Senior Brother Xuancheng will not be offended."

"Since that's the case, forget it."

Lin An smiled and said, "But as a senior brother, I remind you that next time you have to be cautious in your words and deeds."

Duobao nodded extremely aggrieved, but said nothing.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Lin An bowed to the three of them again, with extremely considerate courtesy, and only after the three of them returned the salute, did he leave in the wind.

After he left, Duobao looked at his back and spat bitterly, "This guy is so cunning!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jin Ling and Wu Dang, "What do you two think?"

Jin Ling, who had been watching with cold eyes just now, said indifferently: "Advance and retreat properly, can instantly catch the loopholes in your words and counterattack when you are provocative, and is well versed in the way of quickness, precision and ruthlessness... This senior brother Xuancheng is very powerful!"

Duobao nodded, "He's really powerful. Don't think he's just a real fairy, but I asked Jin Guangxian before, and he was suppressed before he even managed a single move."

Wudang shook his head, "It's better to leave him alone, let's go get the sword. I heard that the master specially made a fairy sword after his Qingping sword, and it is probably for you in all likelihood. Master values ​​you very much."

Mentioning this, Duobao's bleak sword intent became fierce again, and he said with a smile: "Master said, my swordsmanship is two points similar to his. It must be because of this that he imitated Qingping sword to help me." Refining a similar fairy sword."

Hearing this, Jin Ling on the side had a hint of envy in his eyes.

She is also very confident in her kendo, but unfortunately, she has never heard such an evaluation from her master.

The three of them came to Biyou Palace while talking.

"Disciples Duobao, Jinling, Wudang, pay homage to Master!"

"Boom—"

The gate of Biyou Palace opened suddenly, and the water and fire boy carved in pink and jade came out, with three clusters of aura floating around his body, divided into red, gold and blue, which looked like three fairy swords.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Master asked me to bring you the Immortal Sword. The red one belongs to Senior Brother Duobao, the golden one belongs to Senior Sister Jinling, and the blue one belongs to Senior Sister Wudang."

While speaking, the water and fire boy handed out fairy swords to the three of them.

After getting the fairy sword, Jin Ling and Wudang were full of joy when they felt the powerful fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the sword, but Duobao stared at the fairy sword in his hand strangely.

Didn't it mean that it was modeled after Qingping Sword? It doesn't look like it, does it?

He thought for a while, and stopped the Shuihuo boy who was about to close the door and return to the palace, "Little boy, did you take the wrong fairy sword? It should be a fairy sword that is somewhat similar to the Qingping sword, right?"

"Senior Brother Duobao, are you talking about the Qingming Sword?"

Shuihuo boy said with a smile: "You are late, brother Xuan Chengzi picked up that sword."

"pat-"

With a crisp sound, the fairy sword in Duobao's hand fell to the ground.

Chapter 011

The chaos is divided into Pangu first, and the two instruments of Taiji and the four images hang.

Since Pangu opened the sky, the prehistoric world began to expand outwards.

The infinite years have passed, and the vastness has reached an extremely terrifying level.

With the passage of time, many catastrophes and earth-shattering events have occurred in the prehistoric world, and many top powers and innate sages participated in it.

As a result, the Great Desolate Continent was robbed, the western ancestral line, Mount Sumeru, was destroyed, and countless fragments were shattered on the edge, and finally evolved into a three thousand world, revolving around the Great Desolate Continent like the stars and the moon...

Xuan Chengzi was walking between the boundless heaven and earth in a light blue Taoist robe.

The world is vast, and everything is gray.

In the prehistoric world right now, there is a demon court on top, and a witch palace below.

It is the situation where the demon controls the sky and the witch rules the land. The two clans fight endlessly for the control of the heaven and the earth, and there are repeated battles.

Xuan Chengzi left Kunlun Mountain this time to find an opportunity to overcome the three disasters.

He has already completed the real fairyland, but he has been closed for a long time, but he has not waited for the catastrophe to come.

He was reminded by Tongtian in Biyou Palace before, and he also felt that he might be too cautious.

With the roots and feet of his top-grade innate spiritual roots, although they took shape only after the way of heaven was stabilized, they can barely be regarded as innate and holy, so why should we be afraid of the three calamities?

Therefore, after asking his master Yuanshi Tianzun for instructions, he began to travel alone in the wilderness.

After leaving the Kunlun Mountains, the vast world allows it to roam freely.

In addition to surviving the three disasters, Xuan Chengzi also has another purpose for leaving the mountain this time - to hunt for treasure!

With the memory of later generations, he knows many innate spiritual treasures of the prehistoric era very well.

Although at this time point, those famous innate treasures have basically been divided up by the bosses, but there is a special treasure that should be still being conceived at this moment.

This treasure is Luobao money.

In the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, two mediocre Sanxians in Wuyishan, Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, shined brilliantly with the money they got, and even Zhao Gongming, the great disciple of Jiejiao, suffered a big somersault in their hands.

If they can get the Luobao money before them, it can be regarded as having the capital to settle down.

But the problem is that Xuan Chengzi doesn't know where Wuyi Mountain is?

Honghuang is too vast, and there is no map or anything.

Fortunately, in the prehistoric times, all famous mountains and great rivers have their own real names, so he doesn't have to worry about admitting his mistakes.

Xuan Chengzi can only walk straight forward in one direction at will, walking mountains and rivers, chasing stars and moons.

This walk is tens of thousands of days and nights.

……

At dusk, as soon as Xuan Chengzi climbed up a mountain, he saw fires soaring into the sky in the gourd-shaped valley below.

The dense forest in the valley was burning in the fire. Many animals were trapped by the fire and had no time to escape, so they could only curl up in despair and wait to die.

There were dozens of figures standing at the entrance of the valley, all of them were more than ten feet tall, extremely muscular, and full of strength from top to bottom.

They stood at the entrance of the valley, like a city wall, blocking the escape route of the creatures in the valley.

It is the witch family.

Xuan Chengzi's eyes fell on these witch warriors, and he paused for a long time.

They set the fire to drive out the little demon hidden in the valley.

The struggle between liches intensified, and Xuan Chengzi had seen such a scene many times.

He couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong in this fight, and he didn't intend to help.

Although he was a little disgusted with the behavior of these witch warriors who set fire to the mountain because he was a fairy apricot, he was an outsider after all, and he didn't intend to intervene unless it provoked him.

Shaking his head, Xuan Chengzi was about to leave when he saw a handsome white crane suddenly flying out of the dense forest in the valley, flapping its wings several feet long, gusts of wind blew up, and instantly extinguished the fire.

At the entrance of the valley, a warrior of the Wu tribe with his arms wrapped around a snake said with a strange smile: "This little bird is indeed hiding here! Brothers, don't let him escape this time!"

There was a flash of light on Baihe's body, and his human body appeared in the air, but it looked like a little boy.

Even though the face was distorted due to anger, it was still delicate and beautiful.

He looked at those witch warriors with a look of grief and indignation, and angrily said in a childish voice: "I, Cangtian Baihe, have been cultivating behind closed doors in Wuyi Mountain, and have never offended you witch tribe! Why are you barbarian witches so aggressive? You want to snatch the blessed land of Wuyi Mountain, and I also let it go, why do you want to chase all the way?"

Hearing his words of grief and indignation, a Wu clan warrior sneered and said, "What's the point of killing your monster clan?"

While speaking, he stomped on the ground with both feet, shot up into the sky like a cannonball, and shot towards the white crane.

Xuan Chengzi on the top of the mountain was moved in his heart, did this white crane come from Wuyi Mountain?

It was a coincidence.

"Slow down!"

With a wave of Xuan Chengzi's hand, a gust of wind blew past, blocking the white crane and the Wu clan warrior like a big net.

The cannonball-like figure of the warrior of the Wu clan was bounced back to the ground by the net transformed by the breeze, and he looked at Xuan Chengzi on the top of the mountain with sharp eyes.

"So there's a monster hiding here!"

Xuan Chengzi frowned slightly. He had been mistaken for a monster more than once during his travels.

The reason is very simple, because at the beginning of the establishment of the Yaozu Heavenly Court, it was declared that all birds, beasts, scales, and vegetation elves with enlightened intelligence are all Yaozu!

At that time, as soon as such a declaration came out, it immediately attracted opposition from all races in the prehistoric and desolate, but the demon court fought everywhere and suppressed all opposing voices, making the name of the demon clan resound throughout the world.

Therefore, except for the well-known innate holiness and the born-born witch clan, all the intelligent creatures on the prehistoric land were labeled as monster clan.

"Everyone, don't rush to do it, let me ask the way first."

Xuan Chengzi stepped out, came to the air and said in harmony: "Pindao is not a monster, but just passed by here by chance, can you tell me the way to Wuyi Mountain?"

"You are an interesting monster."

The Wu tribe warrior with a snake wrapped around his arm said fiercely: "You are talking nonsense, you don't know when you are about to die!"

While speaking, a Wu clan warrior beside him threw a sharp stone spear like a sharp arrow, pointing directly at Xuan Chengzi, exuding an astonishing killing intent.

Xuan Chengzi reached out and grabbed the stone spear, then turned around and flung it.

The stone spear turned around and flew out.

"boom--"

A huge roar came from the valley, and amidst the splash of rocks, the Wu tribe warrior who threw the stone spear was pierced by his own weapon, and his broken body was deeply buried in the rocks.

The remaining dozen or so witch warriors looked at Xuan Chengzi in mid-air in disbelief, their eyes were full of anger and a trace of fear.

No matter how arrogant they are, they know that this time they hit an iron plate.

Xuan Chengzi looked at the Wu clan warrior below, and said in harmony: "Can you answer my question now?"

"Bah! You don't want us to submit!"

"Dare to be an enemy of our Zhurong tribe, you just wait for the wrath of the big witches!"

……

While roaring, the warriors of the Wu tribe shot up into the sky like cannonballs, holding various weapons in their hands and killing Xuan Chengzi.

A light blue fairy sword like jasper appeared in Xuan Chengzi's hand, and with just a light wave, hundreds of millions of sword qi surged out, surrounding him like an endless river.

……

After a while, the long river of sword energy dissipated, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

"Hey, Pindao just wanted to ask for directions, why bother..."

Xuan Chengzi put away the Qingming sword, couldn't help sighing, deeply puzzled by the brain circuits of these witch warriors.

"Ex...Senior...Shangxian, Xiao Tong knows the way to Wuyi Mountain..."

Xuan Chengzi turned his head, and saw the frightened and fearful face of the handsome boy transformed by the sky white crane, trembling like sifting chaff.

Chapter 012 The Son of Fortune

The afternoon sun was a bit harsh. Looking up at the sky, one could see a huge and luxurious chariot following behind the sun star.

Only a golden light can be seen above the chariot, hot and powerful.

Xuan Chengzi sat cross-legged on the back of the broad white crane, soaring above the nine heavens.

"How long will it take to reach Wuyi Mountain?"