After the good boy went crazy

Breaking Xuanzong is not close.

Huan Ji's health is not particularly good now, and he doesn't have any teleportation charms or anything like that.There are only some high-level artifacts that still need spiritual power to activate.

So the phantom festival can only go on foot to break Xuanzong.

The phantom festival has been going for two months. If you are really hungry on the way, you will pick up some fruits to satisfy your hunger.

He didn't dare to let Huanbing come out.

Because once the magic ice comes out, it will reveal its identity.

[There are still [-] kilometers to go, your body has reached its limit, I suggest you take a rest, otherwise you may die on the way. 】The system said.

Huan Ji's thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

In the end, he accepted the system's advice and found a cave to take a rest for the time being.

The night was cold and windy.

Huanji was slightly distracted looking at the night scene outside.

At this moment, a bag of warm milk appeared in Huan Ji's hand, which was given to Huan Ji by the system.

【……What's this? 】Huan Ji asked doubtfully.

【milk. 】The system said leisurely.

Huan Ji didn't know what milk was, but after hesitating for a while, he took a sip and thanked him.

[Don't be polite, this is left by the previous host. 】

The system doesn't like it too much.Seeing the appearance of the new host, he seemed to like it quite a bit, so he gave him another bag, which was not its own anyway.

After almost resting, Huan Ji hurried on his way again.

The system leisurely ate popcorn.

finally--

After walking for several hours, Huanji finally arrived at the foot of Po Xuanzong's mountain.

But he absolutely can't get in like this.

Therefore, the phantom sacrifice can only be disguised as a young disciple of Poxuanzong and mixed in.

【Host. 】

【Um. 】

【Because I want to take you with me, I communicated with the systems of other lines, especially the Danmei line, before I came here.According to your current situation, nothing good may happen next, so you'd better be mentally prepared. 】

The phantom festival was silent.

Although he didn't understand the previous words, he understood the last sentence.

But the phantom festival always asks clearly.

he……

Still don't believe it.

In Huan Ji's memory, Han Yan was still making small pastries for him yesterday, and then leaning aside to watch him practice his sword intently.

When I woke up, it was 800 years later.

800 years later, there is no cold flame in his memory, only the cold and unfamiliar sword master in other people's mouth.It's as if the cold flames of the past have disappeared and will never appear again.

Thinking of this phantom sacrifice, he closed his eyes.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions and continued walking towards the strange and familiar rugged path in front of him.

Huanji wants to go to his own spiritual peak.

But his spiritual peak is the innermost of all the spiritual peaks, and he has to pass through several spiritual peaks to get there.But every spirit peak has restrictions, so Huan Ji had to hide for the time being.

Although it was late at night, Po Xuanzong was still bright.

There were many young disciples passing by, but there were not many single ones.

Now the phantom festival doesn't have much spiritual power.

So he can only continue to wait for a little disciple who is alone, and then he can get in with his spirit card.

Huang Tian deserves a caring person.

Finally, after waiting for an hour, Huan Ji found his chance.

He knocked out a young disciple who was alone, and took his spirit card and coat.

"That junior brother."

Just as Huan Ji was walking towards the path, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Phantom Festival turned around.

It was a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and beside him were several disciples of the same class, all holding things in their hands, and said, "Come here and help me!"

Huan Ji was silent for a while, then walked over.

Those disciples quickly distributed some of the things in their hands to Huan Ji, letting him hold them.

"It's too much." A disciple complained.

"No way, the people in Kunlun are too troublesome. The incense in the room needs to be Long Qian, the quilt needs to be silkworm feather quilt, and even the teacup needs to be made of ice jade." The leading disciple of the Foundation Establishment period said irritably.

But they can only endure it.

After all, everyone knows that Lord Kunlun has been very close to Lieyan Sword Master recently, so maybe it's because of that or something.So even if Kunlun is annoying, they can't say anything.

Huanji slowly clenched the hand holding the object.

They were all talking about Kunlun along the way, but Huan Ji kept silent.

Until finally arrived at the courtyard where the Kunlun disciples lived.

Huan Ji put the things down, and then stepped into the main peak while no one was paying attention.

the other side.

In the main hall of the reception hall.

Many sects gathered here, including people from Kunlun.After all, tomorrow is the Grand Competition, and Po Xuanzong, who is the host according to the procedure, naturally wants to have a banquet first.

at this time--

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside.

This made Po Xuanzong frowned.

He gave his apprentice a wink to see what happened. The apprentice was also very smart, and hurried out after receiving the master's order.

But when he went out to have a look, he was also stunned.

At this moment, a sect disciple was stepping on Huan Ji's feet.

He wanted to sneak into his spirit peak just now, but the restriction was too strong, not to mention revealing his identity even if the phantom sacrifice didn't go in.He had no choice but to hijack a disciple first.

"Ling...Ling Bing?" The Patriarch of Poxuanzong asked in shock.

More than a dozen sect families were still wondering where this beauty is, and they have never seen it before.After hearing the words of the Patriarch Poxuanzong, his expression changed.

Is this the mysterious Lingbing Immortal Venerable?

They thought of many things, but they never thought that this Immortal Ling Bing would be so beautiful.

"Ling Bing, you dare to appear in Poxuanzong." At this time, an elder of Poxuanzong said angrily.

Only then did everyone come to their senses, and the gazes they looked at Huan Ji also carried some other meanings.

"I want to enter Ling Bingfeng." Huan Ji said in a deep voice.

"What qualifications do you have to meet Sword Master?" the elder of Po Xuanzong sneered.

Seeing this, Huan Ji's eyes turned cold.

He summoned Huan Bing to go towards the elder suddenly.After all, Huan Bing is not an ordinary sword. Although Huan Ji is almost unsteady, Huan Bing can still bluff people.

Only then did everyone's expressions change slightly.

"Who am I? It turns out to be Immortal Ling Bing." A gentle voice came out.Then a figure came out, followed by several disciples.

It is Lord Kunlun.

Lord Kunlun's appearance can be said to be immortal, and he is dressed in white clothes, which is amazing in every way.But after standing with Huan Ji, it will make people feel a bit worse.

Even now Huan Ji is only wearing the Taoist robe of a young disciple.

Master Kunlun frowned, and a dark look flashed across his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.He smiled and said to Huan Ji: "I don't know what to do when you come to my Lingfeng?"

Hearing this, Huan Ji's eyes sank.

Before Huan Ji could do anything, a red flame flashed across the sky.

It's the flaming sword—

Everyone dodged quickly, for fear of being implicated by the phantom sacrifice.

Huan Ji actually wanted to dodge instinctively, but his body was already at the end of his strength, and he would vomit blood if he used his spiritual power a little, so he stayed where he was.

Master Kunlun's mouth slowly curled up.

But everyone found that the Raging Flame Sword did not penetrate the phantom sacrifice as they expected.

Because at that moment, the magic ice flew up.

It looked at Lie Yan happily, then held up a small fruit and handed it to it.