Vol 2 Chapter 43:

The name of the small mountain gate sounds ordinary, but it is the second martial art of the small world.
It's just the second one, but it must have its appearance. Fifty years ago, the small mountain gate was the number one sect in the entire cultivation world, but now even the Lingyang gate, even the fifth and sixth sect, dare not provoke.
In the Ten Martial Arts United Grand Tournament, the small mountain gate has lost five times in a row, and each time it has to cedicate its resources.
Step back, step back, weak generation, weak generation!
The reason why he can barely maintain the second position is because of the Xuanshan ancestor.
The ancestor of Xuanshan can be said to be a peerless arrogant who suppressed an era in the realm of cultivation. Now that the cultivation base is topped by the golden core, the ancestor of Xuanshan has reached the half-step Yuanying with his unparalleled talent.
The very peculiar half-infant and half-pill, at that moment, the whole world shuddered, and even the vision of colorful clouds appeared in the sky. It seemed that even the world had the will to celebrate the only Nascent Infant in these five hundred years.
Almost all the forces in the realm of cultivation, whether they are enemies or allies, are moved at this moment, even if they are deeply jealous, they are eager to hope that the ancestor Xuanshan can succeed in Yuan Ying.
Because this means that the Nascent Soul is no longer just a legend, the next step of the golden core is visible, rather than aging gradually and uncontrollably toward death during the cultivation stage.
However, the Yuan Ying of Xuanshan had just condensed halfway, and the rich aura suddenly dissipated, as if the aura of the entire world had been sucked out, but could not be supplemented, the colorful clouds in the sky also suddenly disappeared.
The realm of comprehension is like being cursed, so that they can only be trapped in the golden core forever, no moment, it is more desperate than seeing the auspicious clouds dissipate and the spiritual energy dry up.
Xuanshan didn't believe it, their cultivation world was really cursed. If he didn't believe that he would not be able to form a Nascent Infant in his life, if Heaven really didn't want people to live forever, why should a monk be born with spiritual roots.
Xuanshan chose the must-dead pass, and the Yuan Ying could not be released.
Fifty years have passed, and there is no news of Xuanshan’s retreat, and the small mountain gate that used to flourish because of the hanging mountain has gradually declined.
In the next five years, there will be no movement in Xuanshan, and other sects will no longer be afraid of this so-called ancestor. The small mountain gate will fall to the end of the ten major sects, and eventually it will even become like the immortal gate and be bullied.
However, the fairy gate has risen, but... where is his hope for the small mountain gate?
The head of the small mountain sect sat on the seat of the conference hall, leaned over to look at the elders and the four core disciples of the martial arts, and an unspeakable grief rose in his heart, complicated and unspeakable.
"Head, please make a decision quickly." The great elder propped up the trembling sick body and knelt down. He is already very old. The 400-year-old Jin Dan can be said to have almost reached the end of his life. He used to be a strong man. The scenery is no longer there, even the face is covered with wrinkles, and it is no longer possible to use the cultivation base to maintain youth, "My old bone, I can still fight for the martial arts."
The elder's eyes flashed with determination, "Please let the boss realize the last dream of the old man, let me die on the battlefield of the martial arts, instead of shrinking to death, watching the small mountain gate a little bit decline."
The last words of the great elder touched everyone present. The people who were hesitant to decide also knelt down with the great elder and pleaded with the head: "We, I wish to fight and die for the small mountain gate."
The news of the Fairy Spirit Gate has been secretly passed back to the Lingyang Gate by the Qingling Gate. The Xiaoshan Gate is located between the two fortresses. The army of the Fairy Spirit Gate must pass through if they want to arrive. , It will definitely cause heavy damage to the fairy gate!
Compared with the well-trained army of monks at the Lingyang Gate, the Xiaoshan Gate is good at assassination, and the techniques of the Xiaoshan Gate are more suitable for walking in the dark night. This is why in the broad daylight, the Xiaoshan Gate is always No advantage.
The Lingyang Gate, for this cost a huge price, as long as the Xiaoshan Gate is willing to set up an ambush on the way, the Lingyang Gate will offer three spirit mines.
Three spirit mines!
It is enough to train eight core disciples for the small mountain sect, and eight hopes for forming a pill!
Today's small mountain gate, including the leader himself, only has four gold cores. Among them, the senior elder with the highest cultivation level is still very old and will not easily make a move, because every shot is a life drain.
The small mountain gate can't afford it.
Not only that, the Lingyang Gate also promised to entrust the method of combat training to the small mountain gate.
The messenger of the Lingyang Gate said: "Venerable Xiaoshanmen, my sincerity is beyond doubt. The immortal gate army is already gathering, and if there is no decision, there will be no chance. And, you know, the current head of the immortal gate The door, I don’t know where it came from. I don’t know if I am an evil cultivator from the Ten factions alliance. Their so-called big brothers killed five thousand foundation-building qi-refining cultivators alone. This is really something that can be done during the foundation-building period. Has it arrived? Is it credible to be able to kill someone like the friendly faction, saying that if you don’t offend me, I don’t offend others?"
"The Treading Moon Sect does indeed have enemies with the Xianling Sect, but that is the Xianling Sect's hatred. What's the matter with the master and servant of Guan Chu, would you help a weaker sect to avenge it for no reason? It's just an excuse. He wants to use the hands of the fairy sect to remove other schools. This is his real goal."
"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Now it is the Moon Sect, the Lingyang Gate, and the next one is not the small mountain gate! In the past, I waited for the sects to compete for rankings, although there were frictions, but no matter what, they would leave each other a thread, leaving behind the Taoism It won’t really break the inheritance. But what about the fairy sect, the entire sect of Tayue Sect is directly erased.
At this point, the messenger’s face was full of sorrow,
The head is to make the small mountain gate grow stronger. It’s all up to you to become the veritable second school, or to make the school of Xuanshan ancestors become history."
Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the current head of the small mountain gate was originally just a furnace, but was bought by the old ancestor Xuanshan. After the purchase, the ancestor Xuanshan taught him dignity and taught him the way to govern.
It also made him a golden core monk, the golden core who stood at the top of the realm of comprehension, recreated by Entong.
In any case, the head of the small mountain gate must guard the small mountain gate and the inheritance of the ancestors of the Xuanshan Mountain.
Originally, there was still fear of the fairy gate, and he refused to drip this muddy water. At this moment, the head was completely shaken.
The envoy of the Lingyang Gate continued his efforts and said: "The small mountain gate relies on only Gu Yu and Zhanzhou. The Zhanzhou needs the golden core monks to control. The entire fairy gate has no golden core except the head. The most important thing is Yes, the nobility is good at assassination. If you can kill Gu Yu, the fairy gate will be a mess."
The head was thoroughly persuaded, gritted his teeth and said: "In this case, in order to be foolproof, I will end Gu Yu's life. However, the Lingyang Gate needs to pay five spirit mines."
The messenger said: "Good!"
This time Chu Wuqing still did not travel, but only gave three drops of blood to Gu Yu, letting Gu Yu manipulate it with the power of blood, and call back the warship.
Chu Wuqing meditated in the ancestral peak. He had just built the foundation. It was when his cultivation base was the most unstable, he was attacked by Chu Yunshu and had to consolidate his cultivation base.
However, less than half an hour after the army set off, Chu Wuqing felt a tight heart. Then, a monk covered in blood tremblingly climbed up the Zu Peak, who was one of the monks who built the foundation last time.
"Big brother, I was ambushed by the small mountain gate, Gu Yu-sama was seriously injured, and the situation is not good."
Xiaoshanmen is good at assassinations. It is not just a matter of words. Xuanshan is such a stunning and brilliant generation. If it is not trapped in the small world, he will definitely become the top genius of various factions and ask the immortal list.
The head of the hill assassinated with Jindan's perfect cultivation base, almost like a skynet, it is difficult to escape.
The Lingyang Gate dispatched a team for the Xiaoshan Gate to mobilize. Everyone in this team made a death oath, and the war was over and they belonged to the Xiaoshan Gate.
The seriously injured Gu Yu hid with the concealment circle, but the head of the small mountain gate was not in a hurry. The seriously injured Gu Yu did not have the high-level monks to heal his injuries, and could almost be called dying. It was only sooner or later that he fell out of hiding. thing.
The head of the small mountain sect even deliberately let go of Gu Yu several times, just like a cat catching a mouse. Such Gu Yu has no way to give orders, but it can affect the mind of the fairy sect.
Their coach was teased, but they were helpless and their morale weakened a little bit.
The messenger couldn't help but reminded: "Master, kill Gu Yu quickly, right? Although this kind of teasing can shake the spirit of the fairy gate army, it will change at night."
The head of the small mountain sect closed his eyes, "What I want is change." The sorrow that was hard to hide in the closed eyes, but he had to pretend that nothing happened.
Hanging out Chu Wuqing with Gu Yu, and dealing with the golden core leader, the great elder who has been hiding in the air without showing up can kill Chu Wuqing by blew himself up!
In this way, even the corpse-refining puppet could not be protected.
The monks and the two deacons who stayed at the Fairy Spirit Gate changed their faces when they heard the news that Gu Yu was seriously injured, and they looked at Chu Wuqing in unison.
Everyone thought that Chu Wuqing would be angry, panic, and would immediately summon Master Chu You to avenge Gu Yu.
But Chu Wuqing's complexion did not change the slightest, and even laughed, and whispered: "The small mountain gate?" His slender fingers knocked casually on his knees, and said to the corpse puppet: "Xiaohong, we Go and see." After speaking, he stepped on the flying boat and disappeared into the sky.
However, the direction of disappearance is not the battlefield that everyone thinks.
Chu Wuqing's flying boat, only relied on the spirit stone to start during the refining period, was extremely fast, and now it has built the foundation and launched with all its strength, it is even more 10,000 miles per day.
But in half a cup of tea, Chu Wuqing arrived in front of the Shanmen Gate.
Different from other sects of mountain gates as solemn and gorgeous as possible, the mountain gates of the small mountain gate are full of quaint atmosphere, and the materials used are even ordinary first-grade spirit woods, even the mountain gate before the fairy gate far exceeds it.
The plaque on the gate is not a small mountain gate, but the title of its ancestor, Xuanshan.
The word
Xuanshan
spreads with great power, making this supposedly crude mountain gate even more solemn and taller than those hugely funded mountain gates, full of the vicissitudes of time.
As if this is not a sect of mountain gate, but an ancient gate.
Chu Wuqing's eyes narrowed, even if it was him, he was amazed at the talent of the ancestor Xuanshan.
Chu Wuqing's arrival caused the gatekeeper who was a little sleepy to startled, almost thinking that his eyes were blurred, but when he reached out his hand to beat the dozing companion next to him, the companion opened his eyes in shock and muttered. : "Did I see the real god?"
The stunning beauty in front of me is a real person, not an illusion.
"Wake up soon, someone is visiting." The disciples who guarded the gate finally woke up. One of them looked at Chu Wuqing, almost obsessed. Just when his companion thought he needed to beat him again, he said: "I heard, fairy This generation of elder brothers from Lingmen has a beautiful appearance that can be described in words. I didn't believe that there are such people in the world, but now I know that there are people who are more beautiful than the rumored Chu Wuqing."
This person's words shocked all the gatekeeper disciples. The first sober disciple hurriedly said: "What is more beautiful than the rumored Chu Wuqing, this is clearly Chu Wuqing, he is here to take my life. "
With the power of one person, no one is not afraid of killing five thousand Qi-refining cultivators, and below the golden core of the entire cultivation world.
Everyone recovered, the surprise dissipated in the panic of death, but no one backed away. Instead, they quickly formed a magic circle and sent a signal: "Elder Yuan, Chu Wuqing is here. Commit!"
The elder Yuan was the last Jindan monk who stayed behind at the small mountain gate.
The signal was sent towards the back mountain, and the mountain protection formation was about to open immediately, and the anger of the remaining disciples was finally relieved.
Chu Wuqing raised his hand gently, and a killing sword aura burst out from his fingertips, but in an instant, the signal was cut off sharply.
The gatekeeper disciples finally got relieved and were blocked again. At this moment, Chu Wuqing got off the flying boat.
Beauty is headed, getting closer, but everyone does not have the slightest sense of happiness, on the contrary, they are getting more and more afraid. When Chu Wuqing was only one step away from them, the only female disciple actually weakened her knees and suddenly paralyzed in fright. Fell to the ground.
Chu Wuqing laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, although your small mountain sect killed my immortal spirit sect disciple, but I have come to retaliate with virtue and give you a great good fortune." Chu Wuqing slightly lighted his body, stretched out his hand, and pulled up paralyzed. The disciple sitting on the ground had a smile like a spring breeze on his lips.
The sound was so beautiful that the paralyzed disciple had never heard it, as if the fairy music came from the sky, clearly unattainable, but it rang so close in the ear, "Tell me, where is your ancestor's retreat?"
Even though the fear in her heart has not dissipated, the frightened female disciple flushed her cheeks uncontrollably, and blurted out, "Under Bi Ning Peak."
"Biling Peak?" Chu Wuqing's beautiful long eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a fairy silk came out from his hand, and was tied to the girl's slender waist. With just a slight pull, the girl followed Chu Wuqing. Back on top of Xianzhou.
Chu Wuqing's eyes were as clear as an ice lake reflecting the figure of the girl, and he said softly: "You take me, okay?"
"it is good."
Suddenly, the figures of the two disappeared in front of the gatekeeper disciples. When they recovered, Chu Wuqing had already penetrated into the small mountain gate and disappeared.
"Quickly, inform the elder Yuan." This time the signal was sent, straight up all the way.
The entire small mountain gate, martial law!