There was a long queue outside the tent, which looked like a winding snake from a distance.
Bai Yiqing ignored the person at the end and walked straight forward.
"Hey, get in line!" a monk started, but was stopped by someone behind him. "Do you know who he is?"
The monk who was about to denounce the queue-jumping said disdainfully, "Whoever it is, their aura doesn't seem too strong."
"Idiot," his companion patted his head. "That's the Breath Suppression Technique."
After saying that, he whispered a few words in her ear.
"Bai..." The monk was surprised and didn't call out his full name: "Why is he here?"
"Qingyun Mountain is nearby, and it's common for Sword Sect disciples to go down the mountain for training."
The cultivator still didn't believe it. After all, he had been traveling in the Western Continent and had only recently returned. He had only heard of Bai Yiqing's reputation but had never seen him in person. "Are you sure you didn't recognize him wrongly?"
How could a disciple of the Sword Sect come to offer himself to someone else?
His companion coughed and came up with a plausible excuse: "Maybe it was just out of curiosity."
Although the Ten Thousand Ghost Arrows are rare, they are not uncommon for the disciples of the Sword Sect.
Many people in the team were discussing this matter, but their discussion did not attract much attention.
Xie Lan walked beside Bai Yiqing, hearing all sorts of bizarre speculations. She smiled and said, "I want to become famous at a young age like you, but not in this way."
Bai Yiqing ignored it.
Xie Lan sighed to himself, "This is the first time I've heard of someone making such a big show of inviting a lover."
Even the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation, was not so exaggerated.
Bai Yiqing only believed in the strength gained from his own hard work. By taking Yin to replenish Yang or taking Yang to replenish Yin, he could greatly improve his cultivation in a short period of time. However, in future battles, the lack of experience would likely make them worse than those who were one level lower.
"All that glitters is not gold." This is his evaluation.
When another person walked out of the tent covered in dust, Bai Yiqing lifted the curtain and walked in.
Xie Lan looked at the man and shook his head, muttering to himself, "His brain is broken. He came here to try his luck just for a random word of fate..."
"As long as someone has a good appearance, even if he or she is not the person I am looking for, he or she will get the spirit stone." A clear voice came from the front, which cleared up his doubts.
Xie Lan raised his head and exclaimed, "Wow!" There were countless beauties on this continent, but there were only a handful of those who were as beautiful as the one before him, whose beauty could rival that of the sun, moon, and stars.
Appearance is secondary. His facial features seem no different from those of an ordinary beauty when viewed separately, but when combined on a face, there is an indescribable magic.
"You..." Xie Lan was stunned for a moment.
Fang Shan showed no humility at all: "Yes, this face of mine is a gift from the Creator."
Xie Lan was speechless.
Fang Shan's gaze shifted to another man in white, and his tone was as if offering alms: "He has a dignified bearing and good qualifications..." He raised his hand and shook his finger, with a childish attitude: "You are worthy of being my dream guest!"
He was answered by the ruthless sound of swords being drawn.
Fang Shan wasn't frightened. He was thinking about the promise he had made to Wei Sushen: if they encountered an evil god, they would defeat him, even if they were strangers. Although he didn't know if the person before him was the future evil god, it was always a good idea to prepare in advance.
Fang Shan stood up and hooked his finger: "Want to fight?"
There's a saying in the Southern Continent that swords are made of cold iron, and that the hearts of sword cultivators have long been ground into a lump of ice through their practice. Therefore, few people seek out them for sparring, as a chance encounter could be a life-or-death struggle.
The moment Bai Yiqing drew his sword, the thin layer of fabric of the tent could not withstand the force and shattered into pieces in an instant.
The monks closest to the tent were unlucky enough to be injured by the sword energy. They didn't care about justice at all and flew away.
As the middleman, Xie Lan said helplessly: "If you have something to say, it can be discussed. A gentleman uses words, not fists."
Bai Yiqing pointed his sword directly at Fang Shan: "I'll give you a chance to escape."
Fang Shan raised an eyebrow: "Where to escape to?"
"It's up to you." Bai Yiqing said, "Just don't appear in front of me."
Fang Shan: "It's a pity that I promised someone one thing. I'm going to beat you until you kneel down and call me daddy."
“…”
Xie Lan quietly stepped back from the center of the field: "I wish you a happy fight."
The fight was inseparable.
The battlefield where the two men were fighting had risen from the ground to the sky. Xie Lan held his chin and looked up at the battle in confusion.
It is said that love is difficult. Its difficulty lies in the attraction of fate. Ordinary men and women may fall in love at first sight, but the two parties in love can fall in love at first sight.
No matter what the scenario is, it shouldn't be like now, like mortal enemies.
"Slapping is love, scolding is care." Xie Lan comforted her injured emotional values.
Before he could come to his senses, a surge of force dispersed the dark clouds in the sky. Xie Lan watched as Bai Yiqing waved his hand and most of the mountain in the distance was flattened.
The man he was fighting seemed thin, but he was at a disadvantage. Not only did he catch the blade with his bare hands, but he also chopped it with his bare hands, sending rocks flying and falling from the air, like snowflakes.
Xie Lan's throat moved, and he flew over the sky on his sword to look down from above, then floated to the side to stare, and finally returned to the bottom. He sighed and retracted the strange idea that had just occurred to him.
No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a life-and-death enemy and has nothing to do with love.
An incense stick of time had passed, and there was no sign of either side stopping. Xie Lan couldn't help but think pessimistically: fighting until the end of time is also an alternative way of staying together for a lifetime.
The blinding light rushed down like a waterfall. Xie Lan squinted his eyes, subconsciously thinking it was Bai Yiqing's sword light, but he soon realized that this light did not have any tangible murderous aura.
As if realizing something, Xie Lan hurriedly looked towards the hilltop that was flattened by Bai Yiqing. There was a bright light there, and something was about to break out from the messy rubble.
Xie Lan took a deep breath. Anyone with a little common sense would know that a treasure had appeared in the world.
At this moment, another even brighter ray of light shot straight up into the sky, coming from the mountain wall that Fang Shan had broken through.
The two men in mid-air simultaneously withdrew their hands and flew in different directions. Xie Lan, without hesitation, flew over to Bai Yiqing on his sword, and asked with a strange look on his face, "Could it be that you two had a fight and accidentally broke some kind of seal?"
The question was quickly answered. In a crack in the cliff, there was a wooden box sealed. When it was opened, a fan was found.
Xie Lan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry behind him: "Even if it is a great magical weapon, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it."
Bai Yiqing didn't say anything. He picked up the fan and waved it gently, and the mountain that was barely standing suddenly became shaky.
Xie Lan: "It's quite powerful."
"It's not about the fan." Bai Yiqing suddenly said.
Xie Lan didn't understand.
Bai Yiqing stared at the landscape painting on the fan: "The truly valuable things are here."
Xie Lan imitated him and stared at it for a long time without making any sense: "What's wrong with the painting?"
"It's a treasure map. If I'm not mistaken, it's related to the inheritance left by the Thousand Lakes Cave Master."
Bai Yiqing's voice was calm, but Xie Lan was so surprised that she almost jumped up: "Master of Qianhu Cave?"
He once killed three giant dragons, but was eventually hunted down by the entire dragon clan.
The dragon clan was so ferocious that they could kill three dragons in a row. Even though they lost their life in the end, the name of the Lord of Qianhu Cave still left an indelible mark in the history of the cultivation world.
Xie Lan couldn't wait to ask Bai Yiqing how he figured it out, but unfortunately, Bai Yiqing ignored her and frowned slightly: "This picture is still missing half."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction Fang Shan had chased before.
Xie Lan had a strange expression on his face. "Could it be that the Master of Qianhu Cave split the map in two and hid one in each mountain?"
Bai Yiqing nodded slightly: "Maybe."
After Xie Lan calmed down, he said with a smile: "The Master of Qianhu Cave is indeed not an ordinary person."
Most predecessors who left behind inheritances would directly indicate the location and leave behind strict examinations. It was almost impossible to obtain the inheritance of the Thousand Lakes Cave Master.
First of all, no one would have the leisure to chop down a mountain.
Furthermore, unless one is as meticulous as Bai Yiqing, an ordinary cultivator would probably just treat the fan as a magic weapon.
Taking a deep breath, Xie Lan said in admiration, "It's truly admirable that you could consider these things while being chased by the dragon clan."
Bai Yiqing stretched out his hand and wiped the fan, and the original landscape painting disappeared, revealing the real topographic map.
Xie Lan's eyes lit up as he thought of something. "Even I didn't realize it, so that person must be the same. I'll think of a way to buy the fan from him."
At this moment, a voice came from far away: "Don't leave yet, it's half of the treasure map, let's put it together!"
Xie Lan: “…”
Fang Shan waved his fan, with a hint of swagger, as if he wasn't worried about being snatched away. "It's hidden so secretly. If you follow the map, you might find something incredible."
Xie Lan couldn't help but ask, "How did you figure out that this was a treasure map?"
Fang Shan glanced at him doubtfully, meaning, is there still room for speculation?
Xie Lan raised her hand to stop him from saying anything else.
At this moment, Fang Shan no longer had the murderous aura he had shown a quarter of an hour ago. His face was filled with a warm smile, and he took the initiative to negotiate cooperation.
"I'm not interested in inheritance." Bai Yiqing refused coldly.
No matter how powerful the Lord of Qianhu Cave was, he was still beaten to death, proving that his path was not the path to becoming the strongest.
Fang Shan looked at Xie Lan, who spread his hands, indicating that there was nothing he could do.
Seeing the murderous intent rising suddenly, Xie Lan felt that he couldn't let the atmosphere that had just been relaxed turn into a fight again. He didn't know if the bright light that shot up into the sky had attracted the attention of people nearby, so it would be better to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
"The Giant Dragon Clan has not yet found the bodies of the three of their kind. It is very likely that they were left behind by the Thousand Lakes Cave Master in the place of inheritance."
After hearing this, Bai Yiqing showed a little interest.
Xie Lan: "Forging a dragon bone sword is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Bai Yiqing nodded and said, "We can give it a try."
Before leaving, to prevent others from noticing his presence, he swung his sword and two high mountains collapsed instantly.
Fang Shan felt the unrivaled momentum of the sword, and compared it to the host who liked to read quietly in his spare time, a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: My concubine is weak and cannot take care of herself.
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