Ling Zhouyue didn't pursue anything further, picked up Xiao Ran, took Chu Yan with her, raised her hand to wield the sword and went up to the sky, heading straight for the main peak.

…

Jianzhong is located on the north side of Zongzhi Mountain.

It is the highest mountain among the Zongzhi Mountains, second only to the main peak.

But it is not as steep as the name of the mountain suggests. It is an artificial reclamation that carved out a nearly symmetrical cone-shaped mountain.

The Sword Tomb is covered by thick clouds that isolate spiritual consciousness all day long. Once a person steps into it, he will not know where he is, only in this mountain.

The top of the mountain is hidden in the rushing clouds that hunt like wild winds.

There are three or five heaven-level ancient swords stuck upside down on the top of the mountain. Although the number is small, no one has set foot here since the Age of Ending Dharma.

Second floor……

Xiao Ran didn't care about the second level either.

In his eyes, only the first-level, heaven-level ancient swords were worthy of his full-level resonance swordsmanship.

Xiao Ran and three others flew quickly from the southwest and landed at the foot of the mountain.

Coach Zhang and Coach Ouyang have been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

"I've met Senior Uncle Lingzhou, Junior Brother Xiao, and Senior Nephew Jiang."

Ling Zhouyue looked around and saw no one at the empty foot of the mountain.

"No need to be polite, where have everyone gone?"

Old man Ouyang explained:

"Because of the strict control over the issue of preventing ghosts, the number of spectators watching this sword-carrying conference will be much smaller than in the past."

Xiao Ran also looked around.

The atmosphere of the sword-carrying conference was not too lively, but rather grim.

Only a small number of elite disciples, coaches, heads of individual sub-sects, and elders are eligible to visit.

There were actually fewer people than the last time the disciples challenged me on the main peak Jianping.

However, considering the news in the Black Ring group, Xiao Ran felt that it would be good to have fewer people. If there was an accident, there would be fewer casualties.

Looking up at the clouds on the mountainside, these people are standing on the suspended observation stones, each with their feet on one stone.

The flying stone is as big as a mat, has its own buoyancy, and consumes very little energy. It is convenient for mobile viewing and can also monitor the behavior of the audience to prevent the audience from being mixed with ghost bodies like Ye Fan.

What surprised Xiao Ran was that Lin Yunzi, as the representative of the outer sect, also appeared in the audience.

When Xiao Ran arrived, he was hanging in mid-air on the mountainside, bowing to him from a distance and smiling slightly.

Xiao Ran laughed so hard that his scalp went numb, and he thought, "You must be Xiaowu, right?"

Everyone looks like Xiaowu to Xiao Ran now.

Another acquaintance, Chen Gongxing, was actually standing with Lin Yunzi on two suspended flying rocks next door. The two were chatting and laughing, and it was obvious that they had a good relationship.

Am I overthinking it?

Xiao Ran, grass and trees are all soldiers.

Senior Brother Ouyang bowed respectfully and said:

"The Discipline Hall has arranged and patrolled the mountain in advance, so Uncle Huangfu cannot meet you in person. I hope that Uncle Lingzhou will forgive you."

Ling Zhouyue took a beautiful sip of wine.

"It just so happens that I'm too lazy to see him. Where are the others?"

Coach Zhang said:

"The rest are still on the way and will be there soon."

Only then did Senior Brother Ouyang look at Xiao Ran's panda eyes.

"Junior Brother Xiao was in this state last night..."

At this time, Ling Zhouyue also frowned and stared at Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran rubbed his eyes. Faced with the double pressure from Senior Brother Ouyang and Master, his face remained calm and he recited a poem extremely calmly:
Chapter completed!