Chang'an was a strange city to both of them. Su He looked at the ancient atmosphere of this city and had a deep feeling for the city's humanistic sentiments.
The purpose of Huan Xin coming here is naturally to stop Wei Xuanhe. If he is allowed to get Xuanzang's relics into his hands again, then he will really be doomed.
Of course, he didn't know where to find Wei Xuanhe in the confusion, but the clever Huan Xin naturally had his own plan.
Although Wei Xuanhe cannot be found, it is not difficult to find his Ziying Sword. The Ziying Sword also has a sword soul, and the breath of the sword soul is most familiar to the Cold Wave Sword Soul.
According to the feedback from the Cold Wave Sword Soul, the aura of the Purple Ying Sword has been lingering around the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Huan Xin also knew that since the aura of Ziying Sword was around, Wei Xuanhe must be there too.
The two people who were guarding the gate of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda with Su He did not notice at all that a tall, thin and fashionable man sneaked into the Big Wild Goose Pagoda following a group of foreign tourists.
Su He accidentally glanced at it and felt that the back of the person just now looked very familiar. He looked like the male protagonist of the South Korean idol drama he watched recently!
"This man's back is so handsome, he looks like Brother Oppa!"
Su He's casual words made Qing Xin look back subconsciously, and immediately opened her mouth in surprise.
Wei Xuanhe, who usually wears a black robe with a cold face and carries a long sword on his back, is actually wearing a two-finger vest and large flower pants today. The most outrageous thing is the pair of flip-flops on his feet that are so exaggerated that they have to attract attention. , I don’t know what this brother thinks.
Huan Xin looked at the appearance of the Oppa Wei Xuanhe, and smiled helplessly and said to Su He: "Who would have thought that this Shushan leader actually also has a fashionable Oppa side?"
The commentator was seriously introducing some precious historical relics in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Wei Xuanhe, who was standing at the back, was also pretending to listen to the explanation. When he was explaining this relic on the third floor, Wei Xuanhe also frowned. Although here There were cameras installed everywhere, but Wei Xuanhe didn't care at all. After all, if a master of the Yin channel wanted to take something out of a glass cover, it would be as simple as picking something out of a bag.
But just when the tour guide led the tourists to visit this floor and was about to go up to the next floor, Wei Xuanhe's Tao power was slowly released. Just when he found the best time to take action, a pair of hands rested on him On his shoulder, Wei Xuanhe looked at the familiar person in front of him and was not surprised at all.
The Cold Wave Sword can feel the breath of the Ziying Sword, and the Ziying Sword is naturally the same. Wei Xuanhe only felt that Huanxin brought his girlfriend here on a whim on his way home, completely unaware that Huanxin came specifically for him.
An hour later, on a mountain outside Chang'an, Huan Xin looked at the expressionless Wei Xuanhe with a downcast expression.
"I asked you if you were crazy, so I just casually said that you really went to the Forbidden City. Are you sick?" Huan Xin yelled at Wei Xuanhe hysterically.
Wei Xuanhe said with a faint smile: "Your words really woke up the dreamer. It directly opened up a new way of thinking for me, and I no longer have to face those Taoists in the sect!"
Huan Xin had brought himself into the ditch now. He had no doubt that one day this stupid young man would be caught and exposed as the instigator behind the scenes.
"Hurry up and send the orb on the crown back. Do you understand that you have crossed the line?"
Wei Xuanhe said with a wry smile: "What else can we do? There has been no turning back from the beginning!"
Huan Xin frowned and sighed and said, "I'm begging you, but if it doesn't work, I'll give you my big pearl, and I'll give it to you as a wedding gift!"
Wei Xuanhe looked at Huan Xin and felt his sincerity, so he said with some fluctuations in emotion: "I accept your kindness, but we have paid too much for the revival of Shushan for several generations. Now there is only this way. I can’t turn back, so don’t try to persuade me again!”
Of course, Huan Xin would not follow Wei Xuanhe's temper, so he said sternly: "Even so, I don't want to see you doomed. I will not let you take this Xuanzang relic."
Wei Xuanhe sighed, his expression became cold, and he said to Huan Xin: "Don't you even understand me? Do you want to stop me?"
Huan Xin nodded calmly and said to Wei Xuanhe: "The consequences of this matter are far more serious than you think. You have been targeted by people from the Xuanmen Association, and there are many of them around the Big Wild Goose Pagoda now. A spy, in front of the entire country's sharp weapons, what does your Shushan mean?"
"But I only have Shushan in my eyes, and Shushan is the only one for me."
The two of them instantly entered a state of confrontation, and neither one took a step back.
In the end, Wei Xuanhe looked at Qingxin with a serious face and made a concession. He only heard him say: "You probably haven't fought with anyone since you passed through the Yin. How about we compete? If you win, I won't touch Xuanhe." Zang relic, but if you lose, don’t get involved in this matter!”
Huan Xin smiled and nodded and said, "That's what I meant."
For a moment, the aura in the woods deep between the two of them became chaotic. The destructive power of the two Yin-tong cultivators was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
In another mountain not far away, Zhang Chu accompanied an old man to quietly observe the situation here. Seeing all the birds flying out of the forest, the old man's eyes flashed. He knew that the two of them were about to take action! The old man is still looking forward to this battle between the two strongest people among the younger generation.
The old man's name is Zhou Lin, and he is also the person in charge of the Taoist Association in Sichuan and Shaanxi. He was also present at the last Taoist conference and had a taste of their style. After all, he was born in Quanzhen, and he was one of the few in Quanzhen. He has a small Tongyin cultivation base and has been the president of the Sichuan-Shaanxi Xuanmen branch in recent years. Over the past few years, he has also managed the Taoist sects in the Sichuan-Shaanxi area in an orderly manner.
Zhou Lin sighed and said to Zhang Chu beside him: "These two people have the cultivation of Tongyin at a young age. They are really the leaders of the Taoist sect in the past hundred years. However, Qi Huanxin is still unambiguous about right and wrong. This battle It’s very interesting!”
While the two were talking, the two people on the opposite mountain also took action, and saw a long sword flying from both sides of the sky. When Zhang Chu saw the legendary long sword from Shushan, he couldn't help but take a breath. Fortunately, they listened to Qi Huanxin's advice. Otherwise, even if they didn't die after encountering such a magical weapon, they would probably take half their lives. of!
But when Zhou Lin saw it, it was different. He even felt palpitated by this long sword that had not been born in Beiming for thousands of years. After all, this sword was the second demon to beheaded on the land of China a thousand years ago. You must know that the first demon was slain. The sword is the legendary Xuanyuan Divine Sword!
Not long after, there were flashes of swords and shadows in the mountains opposite, and sword energy flew across the sky. Looking at the imminent battle, Zhou Lin took a deep breath and held his breath not wanting to miss any detail.
Zhang Chu only felt that it was fortunate that there were few people here. Otherwise, what would ordinary people think if they saw this earth-shattering scene?
At this time, the sun sets in the west, and a red sun shines on the top of the mountain, giving people a poetic and picturesque atmosphere, an atmosphere that only belongs to the rivers and lakes. .
