[Chapter 492: Northeastern Hu Family]
Wudang and Yunmen, a total of about 20 people, went straight to the scenic area. Led by Qian Jue, they walked like a mountain, walked straight in the middle of the north and south waterfalls, passed through the scenic area and stepped into the forest. There were fewer people here.
However, occasionally some backpackers could be seen, but they were ancient warriors. In Qian Jue’s words, these were all people from some ancient martial arts families, and the Xiantian Dao Conference was also open to them.
After walking about ten miles, a valley appeared in sight. There were more people here. There was no doubt that they were all innate ancient warriors who came to participate in the ancient martial arts conference.
Qian Jue said to Yang Yiyun: “Master, when you reach the end of this valley, there will be a broken cliff. It is a very strange place. Hurricanes appear all year round. It is also a time to test your strength. You need to jump over the nine-meter fault layer to the other side before you can step into the gathering place of the Xiantian Discussion Conference.
Be careful at that time. Under the hurricane, if you are weak or careless, you will fall into the abyss.”
“Well, you remind everyone at that time that we should focus on safety.”
“Okay~”
…
Just like Qian Jue, when they reached the end of the valley, a cliff really appeared.
On the opposite side is a platform, which looks like a mountain with a gap cut out by a sharp sword.
The two sides are thirteen meters apart, and there are no measures or bridges. You just have to jump over.
The sound of the tiger’s roar can be heard from a long distance in the ears. It is the hurricane that Qian Jue said, and it looks powerful.
Judging from the wind and dust, the hurricane directly drilled into the sky and could not fly.
All they can do is to level their own strength and jump to the other side. When they cross, they have to resist the force of the hurricane, and at the same time, they lose balance and fall into the abyss.
When Yang Yiyu and his party arrived at the place, they found that there were already twenty or thirty people gathered here.
Qian Jue introduced: “The group of people that the master brought are from the Hu family in the Northeast, which is a remarkable family. It is said that the Hu family has a divine beast. This family is very resourceful, and its strength and power are second only to the ancient sects. Especially in the Northeast, no one dares to provoke the Hu family. It is rumored that the Hu family has an old monster who has lived from the Kangxi period to the present, and it is very likely that he has surpassed the innate existence.
And the Hu family has been prosperous since the founding of the country, and many innate people have emerged. The current head of the Hu family has even stepped into the ninth level of the innate. Perfect, among the young generation, the Hu family, one of the top ten innate evildoers, occupies a seat. There is a descendant of the Hu family named Hu Xianer, who ranks fourth among the top ten evildoers. It’s a pity that my Wudang is broken. “
Wudang has indeed declined, but Yang Yiyun’s Wudang’s old foundation still exists. The Wudang Forbidden Land is the confidence of Wudang. What’s missing is the gap in the young generation. There are no geniuses. Of course, now Yang Yiyun has discovered or intentionally cultivated a disciple of Chen Fengzi, Yuan Xiaolei. That kid will surely become the pride of Wudang in ten years.
“Why are you sighing? Wudang has enough Yuan Xiaolei.” Yang Yiyun said with a smile.
“Yes, yes, my Xiaolei is not bad, hehe~” Chen Fengzi mentioned his disciple Yuan Xiaolei, his face was flushed, and he was proud of Yuan Xiaolei. He could be described as fast as lightning in his cultivation. He was really about to break through to the innate level.
“Why are you showing off? This is all thanks to the guidance
of the Grandmaster. Otherwise, how could you have made Xiao Lei practice so fast?” Mingjue said with a sour face. “Haha~ It’s all thanks to the Grandmaster. You are so lucky.” Qianjue also teased Chenfeng.
“You don’t need to remind me. I will never forget the great kindness of the Grandmaster.” Chenfeng said.
Yang Yiyun smiled and knew that the three of them were flattering him in different ways: “Yuan Xiaolei has talent and luck. Luck and talent are both indispensable in the way of cultivation. Sometimes luck is more important.
As for Yuan Xiaolei, you have to train him well. Whether Wudang can produce a demon also requires you to train him, and he needs to practice hard. As for
the three of you, Qian Jue and Chen Feng are about to step into the ninth level of Xiantian, and they need to continue to work hard. In the way of cultivation, if you don’t make progress, you will regress. Mingjue is not bad either, and he is at the seventh level of Xiantian. If you work hard, you three may achieve higher achievements in the future.”
“I also want to thank the master. If it weren’t for the master’s elixir, we wouldn’t have made such rapid progress. The master’s great kindness to us is remembered in our hearts.”
Qian Jue and the other two said sincerely.
While talking, they walked to the edge of the cliff. Yang Yiyun looked at the three and said, “Okay, let’s not talk about this. Let’s see how to cross the cliff.”
As soon as the voice fell, a loud voice rang out: “Brother Qian Jue, how are you~”
Yang Yiyun saw that it was a middle-aged man from the Hu family who came over and greeted Qian Jue.
“It turns out to be the head of the Hu family. Qian Jue is polite~” Qian Jue returned the greeting.
Ming Jue said to Yang Yiyu on the side: “The master is Hu Yiqiu, the head of the Hu family in Northeast China.”
“Well, this person is not simple, and the aura on his body is very unique.” Yang Yiyu looked at the Hu family. The next moment, his eyes lit up and he saw a woman from the Hu family. She was as beautiful as a fairy, no less than Zhao Nan and Dugu Wuqing.
At this moment, after Hu Yiqiu greeted Qian Jue, his eyes fell on Yang Yiyu, and he smiled and asked Qian Jue: “Brother Qian Jue, this Taoist friend is extraordinary. He doesn’t look like a Wudang person. Hu Yiqiu is polite.”
While speaking, he bowed to Yang Yiyu.
“Haha, this is Yang Yiyu, who has a connection with the founder of my Wudang sect. He is my Wudang master and the master of Yunmen.” Qian Jue laughed and introduced Yang Yiyu.
“Meet the head of the Hu family.” When someone greeted him, Yang Yiyu naturally couldn’t be rude.
“So it’s the famous Brother Yang Fengmo. I’ve heard of the great reputation of Yang Yiyu from Yunmen for a long time. Today I see that he is indeed worthy of his reputation. I’m so sorry~” Hu Yi Qiu clasped his fists to Yang Yiyu.
“Master Hu, you are embarrassing me. It’s all bad reputation, haha~” Yang Yiyu grinned. Yang Fengmo’s nickname was earned by killing people. How could he have a good reputation? Hu Yiqiu might have heard of it, but it was definitely not a good reputation, mostly bad reputation. However, Yang Yiyu didn’t care. Anyway, he killed not so many innates in the first place just for deterrence.
“Hahaha~ Fellow Daoist Yang is free and easy, but I really admire him. You, Yang Yiyu, are probably the only one in the whole ancient martial arts world who dares to offend the three major sects at the same time and dares to accept the scattered cultivators from all over the world. Just for this reason, I admire Fellow Daoist Yang.” Hu Yiqiu spoke very sincerely this time.
Yang Yiyu just smiled, and didn’t care whether he, Hu Yiqiu, really admired him or not. Anyway, he was not afraid of anyone if he dared to do it. He knew what it meant to accept the scattered cultivators from all over the world into Yunmen. It’s
possible that the ancient sects would unite to suppress it, but so what?
Yang Yiyu had considered these issues a long time ago.
It is true that the scattered cultivators in the world are a group that is suppressed by the major sects. Accepting scattered cultivators into Yunmen is a slap in the face of those ancient sects, which is a disadvantage.
But everything has its pros and cons. If Yunmen does not have more than 80 scattered cultivators, can it have the power to rival the ancient sects?
So Yang Yiyu had thought about this a long time ago, and there is nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, among the ancient sects, he has offended Shenzong, Yinyuemen and Qingcheng, and he doesn’t care about offending a few more.
Too many lice will not itch.
Besides, with his current strength, as long as he does not surpass the innate existence, he is not afraid of anyone. Even if it is the quasi-golden elixir level, he is not unable to deal with it.
Yang Yiyu is now at the ninth level of foundation building, one step away from the golden elixir.
In the circle of ancient martial arts, he has already stood at the top.
The old man Jiuxian said that the existence of the virtual realm in the world can be counted on one hand, and few will jump out.
After a few pleasantries, Hu Yiqiu said, “It’s noon, and this is when the hurricane is at its weakest. Let’s cross the cliff first
and reminisce about the past.” After that, he walked back to the Hu family’s children, and it seemed that he was explaining the matters of the cliff.
Yang Yiyu, Qian Jue and others also told the people around them how to go over.
At this moment, someone suddenly screamed.
Everyone subconsciously looked over, and saw that when a person jumped off the cliff, he fell into the abyss.
“It’s someone from the Huang family, what a pity~”
“Who said it wasn’t? Don’t be careless in front of a hurricane. He was anxious.”
“Isn’t it? Hurricanes have a regular pattern. The wind blows once every three breaths. The person from the Huang family didn’t calculate the time well.”
“The best time should be when the wind is strong.”
Some people in the field talked about it.
Yang Yiyu was also shocked. He saw that the person who fell just now was an ancient warrior of the sixth level of innateness, but he had no power to resist under the hurricane and was directly swept into the abyss.
“Qiu’er, are you okay?” Yang Yiyun was still worried about Wu Moqiu. The casual cultivators were all selected and their cultivation was at least at the eighth level of Xiantian.
“Don’t worry, sir. I have a true spirit body and nothing will happen to me.”
“That’s good~”
At this time, Qian Jue said, “Hu Yiqiu is going to cross the cliff~”
Yang Yiyun was still interested in Hu Yiqiu, who had reached the ninth level of Xiantian and had passed the cliff, so he turned his head and looked over.
(End of this chapter)
