Chapter 971 Five Monks

The top of Liuli Peak is covered with snow.

Zhou Shu looked dignified, "Miss Xiaoyu, are you ready?"

Zhu Xiaorou nodded and looked at Zhou Shu with some doubts, "Shall we go now? How?"

Zhou Shu raised his hand, a lot of light blue soft light flashed from the sleeve, reflected in the snow, it was really beautiful.

Zhu Xiaorou didn't understand what it meant, and just watched silently.

The soft light gathered and intertwined in front of the two of them, and soon formed a dark blue portal, less than one foot high and less than two feet wide, allowing only one person to pass through.

"This is?"

Zhu Xiaorou was surprised for a moment, and was a little speechless.

Zhou Shu said with a firm expression, "Xiaoyu, you go in first, and I will follow."

"oh."

Zhu Xiaorou glanced at Zhou Shu, nodded slightly, then got into the door and disappeared.

Zhou Shu followed closely behind. As Zhou Shu's figure entered, the soft light gradually dissipated, and the door disappeared.

Not far away, Hao Ruoyan nodded slightly, turned and left.

Zhu Xiaorou stared at the valley and the small wooden house in front of her, with more doubts in her heart. She turned her head to look at Zhou Shu who had just entered, and said in surprise, "Young master Zhou, are you a magic weapon?"

From her understanding, it seems that only the magic weapon of the cave can do this, and can instantly transfer people to other places, but how could Zhou Shu have the magic weapon of the cave? You know, not even the Chongyang Palace of the six major sects .

The astonishment in her heart was really indescribable, otherwise she would not have exclaimed.

Zhou Shu shook his head, "No, how could I have a magic weapon? Xiaoyu, this is actually the Xuanhuang Continent, not an extraterrestrial cave. To be precise, it is a secret realm, but the exit is in my hands."

"Secret Realm..."

Zhu Xiaorou seemed to realize something, "I understand."

Zhou Shu nodded, showing a lot of caution, "It's very safe here, and it's unlikely that anyone will find it. Miss Xiaoyu, you can rest assured, but this matter..."

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu won't say anything."

Zhu Xiaorou nodded immediately, stared at Zhou Shu, and said very seriously, "Master Zhou told Xiaoyu such a big secret, and took Xiaoyu to escape danger. How could Xiaoyu betray Mr. Zhou? Although Xiaoyu is inconvenient to swear, what requirements do you have?" Mr. Zhou can say it."

Zhou Shu gave her a meaningful look, smiled and shook his head, "No, I trust you."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your trust. That Xiaoyu didn't say much, and I will keep this heart in my heart."

Zhu Xiaorou shook her head lightly, looked away at the valley, "Young Master Zhou, there are so many sword intents blocking the way here, how should we get there?"

Zhou Shu smiled, "It's enough to break the sword formation. It may take some days. During this time, you just follow me and don't leave. After you break through the sword formation, you can practice with peace of mind. There are spiritual veins over there. There are also good formations, and you can go out when you want to go out."

"Break the formation..."

Zhu Xiaorou seemed to be thinking, and a bright light flashed in her eyes, "Then, can Xiaoyu try it too?"

Zhou Shu asked suspiciously, "Are you also interested in sword intent?"

Except for that time when he resisted the catastrophe, he had never seen Xiaoyu make a move. Could it be that she is also a sword cultivator?

"Hmm...Xiaoyu also looks at the sword formula occasionally, and wants to try it."

"Hehe, it's okay, try it, just feel the sword intent more, there will be no danger here, failure means returning to the original position."

The two were separated on both sides and jumped into the formation, and exclamations came from time to time.

Lingyu City two or three days later.

Many residents in the city feel that the storm is coming. You can often see strange monks on the streets. Their cultivation bases are far higher than those in the city. Some houses that are usually empty have new owners. From time to time, they can hear rumors The sound of fighting coming... Fortunately, the life in the city hasn't changed much. What should be practiced should be practiced, and what should be done should be done.

This is what they can see and what they can't.

At this time, there were five monks standing in the sky above Lingyu City, several miles away from each other, talking loudly, but the residents below couldn't hear them at all, and couldn't even see them.

Because these monks are all in the sky of the second day, the wind is blowing here, and it is a little dark, which is very different from the bottom.

Those who can stand here are monks who have survived the catastrophe, and they don't care if they are in the wind.

A young scholar in Tsing Yi arched his hands to the surroundings, with a calm expression on his face, "Everyone has worked so hard to come to Dongsheng Prefecture, but the Heavenly Sword Gate has not welcomed you. I am really sorry. Let’s show the friendship of the landlord.”

"Zhou Songling, there is no need to talk about these nonsense."

A monk on the opposite side waved his hand, "According to what I said before, it's serious to decide early."

He was covered in an extremely long black robe, without revealing a bit of his body, and there was no way to see his appearance and figure. Judging from his voice, he should be very young.

Not surprisingly, most of the cultivators who can reach the Transcendence Tribulation Realm are geniuses at a young age. They have reached the Golden Core Nascent Soul very early, and their appearance changes slowly.

"Brother Heipao is right. Decide early. Whoever owns it belongs to him. There is no need to bother."

The monk who was speaking couldn't see his face either. His thick gray beard and hair hung down to his feet, covering almost half of his body. In the gray and white, there were two brilliant lamps. People startled.

"Hehe, Master Heipao and Master Falcon, you two are in a hurry."

A middle-aged monk shook the black feather fan in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry, and I'm not fighting. When I see Zhou Shu, if he doesn't have a mysterious heart, I will turn around and leave. I will never compete with you. But if you have a profound heart, please make room for me, Shushan will not treat you badly, and will give you generous gifts."

Zhou Songling, a scribe in blue from the Heavenly Sword Sect, shook his head slightly, and turned to the side, where there was a female cultivator standing among the green lotuses, her eyes closed and her eyebrows lowered, as if she had nothing to do with herself.

"Fairy Yuan, I don't know what advice you have. You and I are both Dongshengzhou monks, so we can't help outsiders?"

Yuan Heyin opened his eyes, and said lightly, "You don't have to count me in when you fight for you, I just came to see it, but Lingyu City is one of the symbols of Dongsheng Prefecture, it stands for thousands of years, I hope that you will take into account the rules of Lingyu City when you compete, if you do anything arbitrarily, you will be an enemy of the entire Dongsheng Prefecture, Cihangzong will not sit idly by."

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly, "Hehe, what Fairy Yuan said, of course I won't touch Ling Yucheng in the slightest."

"Naturally."

The real man in black robe nodded, "I'm a guest from afar, so there's no reason to do it at the master's house. Kunlun won't do such an unjust thing."

Immortal Falcon's complexion was slightly condensed, and he also nodded, "You are all great monks, how could you do anything at will, Fairy Yuan is a little too worried."

"I also hope I'm worrying too much."

Yuan Heyin's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "It's a pity not, everyone, look below, isn't someone doing something in the city?"

Several people looked at Ling Yucheng below, and their faces froze.