"Bai Yu was defeated?!"
At the foot of Luoxia Peak, a group of young geniuses looked at Bai Yu in the river. They were just discussing how many moves Bai Yu could fight Qin Luo, but they didn't expect that they couldn't hold on to any move.
One of the Four Heroes of the Royal Capital, a leader among the younger generation of the Great Xia Dynasty, was defeated without any suspense.
Meng Qingyun thought of the young Taoist priest with a kind smile, and felt frightened for a while, "Fortunately, I didn't attack him."
Suddenly, a deep sound of piano sounded in the mountains.
Meng Qingyun immediately frowned and quickly reminded the geniuses around him, "You can't listen to the sound of the piano."
In the market at the foot of Luoxia Peak, people fainted one after another after hearing the sound of the piano, and even the geniuses were swaying.
In the mountain forest, the young prodigy holding a long sword wanted to close his eyes when he heard the sound of the piano, but was woken up by the old man in white beside him, "What a waste, he has no willpower at all."
"Grandpa, stop scolding!"
The sword-wielding genius immediately woke up.
The sound of the piano echoed among the mountains, and even the sea of clouds trembled regularly. Qin Luo heard the sound of the piano outside Longhu Temple, and he felt very bored. Ziyue rubbed her eyes, Jin Yan's eyes widened, Xiaotuanzi and Golden Horn was soundly asleep.
Huaying knew who the other party was when she heard the sound of the piano. She whispered: "Chu Huaian, one of the four heroes in the capital, the direct disciple of the Qin Saint, is good at using the sound of the piano to create dreams."
Qin Luo was not affected by the sound of the piano. He smiled and joked: "It seems that you have a lot of admirers, and they all want to be a hero and save the beauty."
The corner of Hua Ying's mouth raised slightly, "Haha, they come here because Si Tianjian, I'm not that charming yet."
"The sound of the piano is not nice, I don't like it."
Qin Luo took out the bamboo flute, and responded to the deep sound of the piano with the brisk flute sound.
As the brisk flute sounded, Ziyue suddenly regained her energy, and Jin Yan's eyes returned to normal. When the flute sound reached the foot of the mountain, the talented people who were covering their ears put down their hands.
Meng Qingyun listened carefully to the sound of the flute, with a look of enjoyment on his face, "What a wonderful flute sound! It's like the sound of nature!"
The common people who had fallen into a dream woke up one after another. The middle-aged street vendor climbed up the tree nearby, climbing higher and higher. He suddenly felt the urge to become an immortal!
In the mountain forest, the young prodigy holding a long sword slashed towards the sky. His blood was boiling for some reason. The sword light cut through the sea of clouds, letting the bright sunshine shine down.
The old man in white clothes on the side put his hand on his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Your Taoist heart is too unstable!"
"Grandpa, your hands are shaking!"
"Yeah?"
The white-haired old man frowned, "This is the first time my hands are shaking since I held the sword!"
The sound of the flute drifted farther and farther away.
The clouds and mists between heaven and earth were dispersed into the distance.
Sitting cross-legged in the snow, Chu Huaian looked at the Dragon and Tiger Temple. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept increasing the speed and strength of playing the piano, trying to resist the brisk sound of the flute.
Click!
The tight strings broke.
Chu Huaian instantly collapsed on the ground.
Qin Luo's flute sound brought hope and light. The sea of clouds around Luoxia Peak was dispersed, and the bright sunshine shone on the snow-covered Luoxia Peak, like a dazzling golden mountain.
The genius at the foot of the mountain looked at Luoxia Peak and the golden mountain, feeling unprecedented shock. The people at the foot of the mountain even worshiped in the direction of Luoxia Peak.
"Kill!"
Little dumplings rose into the sky.
The Golden Horn manifested its true form, with towering horns and a ferocious face. It looked up to the sky and howled, making the sound of gold and stone colliding.
Huaying stood behind Qin Luo. She looked at the clear sky. She hadn't seen such bright sunshine for a long time, and a blooming peach blossom floated past her eyes.
"It's a peach blossom!"
Ziyue jumped up and grabbed a peach blossom.
Huaying stretched out her hand to grab the peach blossom in front of her, but the peach blossom she was about to grab escaped from her fingers.
Ziyue spread her little hands. She looked at the peach blossoms in her hands that were broken into many petals. She raised her hand and blew it gently, and the bright petals floated away in the wind.
This moment.
The return of spring.
Peach blossoms bloom all over the sky.
There is a touch of red clouds on Luoxia Peak.
"Is spring coming?"
"No, spring is still far away."
The prodigy at the foot of the mountain had awe in his eyes, Qin Luo's flute sound could actually change the color of the world.
Bai Yu was lying in the stream. He looked at the peach blossoms passing by and felt a little lost. "This trip is worth it!"
Qin Luo put down the bamboo flute and looked up at the peach blossoms in the sky. Unexpectedly, the old peach tree also liked to listen to the sound of the flute.
Huaying's lavender eyes reflected Qin Luo's slender back. She pursed her lips and smiled stupidly. She was obviously his enemy, but she felt particularly at ease standing behind him.
I want to be the enemy of the whole world for him.
Qin Luo put away his bamboo flute. He looked at the foot of the mountain with a calm expression, "I don't want to waste time. You all can go up together."
The geniuses at the foot of the mountain looked at each other.
Meng Qingyun shook his paper fan and coughed: "I'm just here to watch the excitement, and I want to fuck you."
"Who isn't?"
The other geniuses followed suit.
At first, many geniuses came with the mentality of being a hero to save the beauty, but when they saw that the situation was not right, they changed their minds one after another.
In the mountain forest, the old man in white clothes with his white hair tied up looked towards Luoxia Peak. His eyes were sharp. The young prodigy holding a sword beside him frowned, "Grandpa, are you sure you want to take action?"
The old man in white clothes held his breath and concentrated, "The master of Longhu Temple is no longer here. Now is the best opportunity. If Huaying is rescued, the National Master can give me a chance to ascend."
Near Luoxia Peak, there are several powerful elders, and they all came here because of the promise of the national master.
The white-haired old man rose into the air, raised his hands in the direction of Longhu Temple, and said calmly: "Wu family, Wu Qiuhao."
These five simple words made the prodigies at the foot of the mountain look shocked. This was a strong man of the older generation who was rare to see.
Huaying stood behind Qin Luo. Her pretty face was slightly startled, and she quickly reminded: "Wu Qiuhao, he is one of the eight great saints in the capital. He combines Taoism with swords and is known as the Sword Saint."
"Dragon and Tiger Temple, Qin Luo."
Qin Luo raised his hands to the old man in the distance.
Wu Qiuhao said in a deep voice: "I don't want to draw my sword, so I would like to ask my fellow Taoist to let Hua Ying leave Longhu Temple."
There was a sharp light in Qin Luo's eyes, "Senior, if you draw a sword against Longhu Temple, you will be my enemy. I will not show mercy. You must think clearly."
Wu Qiuhao frowned, and the young geniuses and elders around him looked at him. The people in the market at the foot of the mountain were silent, and they felt it was difficult to breathe.
The Hedao Saint is very strong, no matter where he is placed, he is a strong person, and he is the founder of a sect.
Wu Qiuhao didn't face Qin Luo directly just now, so he was confident, but now facing Qin Luo's sharp eyes, he felt unprecedented pressure. As a sword cultivator, once he chooses to retreat, his indomitable sword heart will be damaged, and it will be very difficult. Impact to a higher realm.
"Old thief Wu, are you afraid?"
In the distance, an old man in red looked up to the sky and laughed.
Wu Qiuhao was furious when he heard this. He pulled out a long blue sword, and the sword force rose from the ground. The geniuses at the foot of the mountain looked horrified, and the swords in their hands were trembling.
The old man in red in the distance grinned.
Qin Luo spread his hand, and Zhanxie from his waist flew into his hand. The moment he held the sword, Wu Qiuhao felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble.
Wu Qiuhao frowned. He had experienced thousands of battles, large and small. Even when he was young, he never had such a creepy feeling when he encountered a stronger opponent than himself.
"Senior, please come back!"
At the critical moment when the situation was tense, Hua Ying stepped forward with a smile on her pretty face, "You don't have to come to save me. I stayed in Longhu Temple voluntarily."
"What!"
The geniuses at the foot of the mountain looked at each other.
They looked at Huaying who was wearing an old Taoist robe, and heard Meng Qingyun talking about her tragic experience in Longhu Temple, being treated as a maid, and she actually volunteered?
Wu Qiuhao put away his natal sword and breathed a sigh of relief. If he had really used the sword just now, he would have had no chance of winning. "Since it is your choice, I will not meddle in other people's business."
The words just fell.
Wu Qiuhao turned into a sword light and went away.
In the mountain forest, the young prodigy holding a long sword quickly jumped into the air, "Grandpa, you didn't even wait for me."
Rays of light rose into the sky, and the surrounding geniuses and powerful elders left Longhu Temple one after another.
They didn't dare to join in the fun.
Luoxia Peak returned to peace.
"It's so boring! Why are they all gone!" Ziyue scratched her head. She originally wanted to watch her senior brother perform sword skills.
Qin Luo turned to look at Hua Ying, "Why did your master just find some unreliable guys to watch the dragon and the tiger?"
Hua Ying frowned, "Master wants Longhu Temple to make enemies with the big families in the capital. Bai Yu is the grandson of General Bai Tu, and Chu Huaian is the grandson of Prime Minister Chu Liangyu. They both have powerful forces behind them."
"What an old fox."
Huaying couldn't help laughing.
"And you little fox."
Qin Luo continued.
"you!"
Huaying pouted.
Qin Luo looked at the Tianjiao and the elders who were fleeing in all directions, "Will your master really come?"
"There's no absolute certainty that he won't show up."
"It seems I can only find him."
Huaying shook his head slightly, "If my master doesn't want to see you, it will be difficult for you to find him. He is nameless and invisible, hiding in the darkness, maybe he is right next to us."
Qin Luo was a little curious, "Why does your master hide it so secretly? Who is he afraid of?"
Huaying looked at the sky, "Master said that in front of some beings, he only needs to know your name to kill you. Leaving your name means leaving your life."
Qin Luo thought of the purple-haired fairy. The reason why he didn't tell him his name was because the cause and effect was too great and he might suffer disaster.
