Sword Town Bahuang

The mountains are green and the clouds are like veil. An ancient sect stands quietly on the top of the green mountain, with scattered palaces hidden among the trees. Room. The mountain breeze flows through the valley, the birds chirp crisply, and the beautiful atmosphere is everywhere. Zhi is an excellent place to practice Qingxiu. But at this moment, the atmosphere at the top of Qingyun Peak was not peaceful at all. "Lin Qingxuan, it's been three years and you can't even practice basic sword techniques. Are you worthy of being called a sword cultivator?" An angry shout caused the surrounding cranes to flap their wings and fly away. The elder with shaggy beard and hair pointed downwards. The young man's face is full of hatred that iron cannot become steel. Lin Qingxuan was stunned on the spot, his mind went blank. The old man is calling me? He subconsciously raised his hands, and what came into view was a pair of well-jointed but slightly single The young boy's thin palms are rough and calloused, definitely not those of him who has been doing handicrafts all year round. Hands. Strange ancient robes, the majestic Qingshan Sect, and the beard-blowing and staring people in front of me Elder. Countless unfamiliar memory fragments crazily flooded into my mind - Qingyun Sect, outer disciples, Lin Qingxuan and Tiansheng's meridians were blocked. He couldn't practice a sword for three years and became the laughing stock of the whole sect. Traveled through time?