In the Nanliang City, people were in an uproar. I don’t know how many people in the martial arts world saw this white crane, so naturally some people recognized their origins.

Although there are few people in Wanjian Villa, they are quite famous. They wear swords in white and are elegant, which is much better than the appearance of the monks in Huangjue Temple.

"Liu Ming!Liu Ming, where are you going?"

A call came from the Yangwu Hall.

Liuming ran out of the city in a flash.

Seeing this, Tieshan shook his head. He could see that An Qisheng looked at the little monk with a different look, but he didn't seem to have the intention to accept him as his disciple.

But I don't know why.

The same thing is the little guy named Sun En.

"The place where the king's Taoist sect was just such a small hill?"

Above the giant crane, Mu Fengliu looked at the edge of the snow-capped mountain in the distance, and the extremely inconspicuous hill, slightly surprised.

Throughout the ages, tens of thousands of years, no matter at any time, in any court, the great master of the divine lineage is the most respected and is more powerful than the kings and princes.

Although the Taoist Wang Quan did not seem to have created a divine vein, where do people in the world only look at the realm? The existence of four masters of divine vein can kill one after another. Even if he is a person without internal strength, it will not affect his status at all.

Even though most famous mountains and rivers in the world are occupied by people, in this way, anything is to be taken and seized. As long as you speak out, you will never say anything, no matter the martial arts world or the court, even the original owner.

But this Taoist Wang Quan only found such a small hill.

"Maybe, this Taoist Wang Quan did not want to occupy the mountain gate of others for no reason?"

Mu Qingliu guessed.

For tens of thousands of years, most famous mountains with good feng shui have been occupied by others, and there are few unparalleled lands.

"This guy is so murderous, how could he care about the opinions of others?"

Mu Fengliu smiled hoarsely, only to feel that her little brother was too naive:

"Qingliu, you are the third young master of my Wanjian Villa. The person who is most likely to take over the mantle of his grandfather, must not be so naive."

Mu Qingliu wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard a huge roar.

Roar ~~~

The majestic roar like a cow or a tiger resounded throughout the sky.

The air flow roared among the mountains, and a huge object that was winding for more than ten feet suddenly rose into the air, breaking through the clouds and exploring the wind and snow.

A roar of anger shook hundreds of miles.

A few dozen miles away, the white crane had already made a shrill sound, almost falling backwards.

Mu Fengliu was so scared that her face was pale and she held her younger brother in her arms.

"Go down, go down!"

Although Mu Qingliu was also shocked by the cold dragon, she keenly realized that the cold dragon had no malice, as if she just didn't want them to fly over.

He immediately slapped the Giant Hero on the back and let him fall.

Not far ahead, the middle-aged swordsman standing on the back of Baihe with his hands behind his back frowned slightly and rebuked him lightly, causing Baihe to land.

Although they had never seen this cold dragon, they also knew that this cold dragon was one of the mounts of the Taoist Wang Quan.

Huhu~~~

As the air flow turbulently, the giant crane landed on the ground.

"It's only more than ten miles, let's hike over."

The middle-aged swordsman glanced at his two nephews.

Mu Qingliu and the others nodded repeatedly.

But no matter how they drive them, the two white cranes will not move forward any further, and the three of them have no choice but to let them go.

Shortly after hiking, I arrived at Mount Wangquan.

Behind the two pavilions, the straight stairs lead straight to the top of the mountain, without any fancyness, which made the three of them feel a little incredible.

"Where can we walk around the world, where can we have swords and swords?"

"Yes! My long sword costs three thousand taels of silver and is made of cold iron. It is more important than my life. How can I hand it over to you at will?"

"We come to congratulate you, no malice..."

At this time, there were many martial arts people carrying swords and carrying swords gathered at the foot of the mountain, and they were chatting with several disciples on duty, which was a little confused.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other and were both a little surprised.

For Kaishuo, swords and swords are like hands and feet, and few sects require swords and swords to be separated.

For example, when they were Wanjian Villa, letting them unravel their swords is tantamount to provoking them.

It is precisely because of this that the news that the court wanted to conquer the world's wars caused so many martial arts people to be disgusted.

Without swords, for many people who are good at weapons, they are like tigers without teeth. How can this be tolerated?

"The hero Mu Hanfeng from Wanjian Villa!"

"Someone is coming from Wanjian Villa!"

"Heror Mu!"

As the three of them got closer, someone exclaimed, recognized the middle-aged swordsman, and many people even bowed to say hello.

Many people are also curious that Wanjian Villa has always been a sword that never leaves it. What should we do when facing this sword-removing stone?

Mu Hanfeng nodded slightly to everyone.

Walking along the way from the crowd spontaneously to the pavilion.

In front of the pavilion is a black stone tablet deeply embedded under the ground, with only three large characters "Sword Stone".

At this time, several people were looking at the stone tablet.

However, it was Zhao Changlin of the Jishen Sect, Mr. Lan from the Moon Villa, Jin assimilation of the Great Dragon Gate, and Yuan Baifei from the True Gangdao.

"Brother Mu!"

When several people saw Mu Hanfeng, they all bowed slightly.

Mu Hanfeng also returned the gifts one by one, and then his eyes fell on the stone tablet.

Zhao Changlin and others didn't care, but were curious about his reaction.

"Sword Stone?"

A ripples appeared deep in his eyes.

I felt that the three big characters on the stone tablet seemed ordinary, but his eyes flashed, as if he saw an ancient Taoist platform and a dark red guillotine in the stone tablet.

It actually contains an extremely powerful martial art that has already born spiritually.

This mark is hidden but not released, but it is not really released. Anyone who walks through a stone tablet with a sword is afraid that he will face the guillotine and beheaded.

'Once this mark is activated, it is probably equivalent to the Taoist Wang Quan who is a casual blow. With his strength, no one will be able to catch it under the divine vein'

This thought arose in Mu Hanfeng's mind.

Zhao Changlin and others were probably aware of this, and the reason why they were reluctant to go up the mountain was that they were not waiting for them.

He sneered in his heart and suddenly held the sword with his backhand.

Huh ~

The air under the mountain gate suddenly became quiet.

The chivalrous disciples who were picking up guests on their behalf were all nervous and couldn't help but want to stop them.

But unexpectedly, Mu Hanfeng handed over the long sword with his backhand.

"Heror Mu?"

"This, will you untire the sword?"

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Unexpectedly, the first one to remove the sword was actually a master at Wanjian Villa.

The disciple of the Chivalrous Sect was also stunned and did not dare to reach out to take the sword.

They have been in the world for a long time, so how can they not know who is in front of them?

People from Wanjian Villa don’t like others touching their own swords the most.

"call!"

Seeing that he was reluctant to take the sword, Mu Hanfeng shook his wrist.

I saw the air whistling, and the long sword had been sheathed into the opposite mountain.

"Please ask!"

Mu Hanfeng waved his sleeves and stepped up to the steps.
Chapter completed!