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Qi Mu Hanfeng three men untied their swords and left for a moment.

"Seeing that noon is approaching, it's time for me to go up the mountain! The mystery of the sword stone, I will come to understand later!"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Changlin flicked his sleeves and said loudly:

"What do you think?"

"That's it!"

Mr. Tong Landa retracted his eyes and responded with a voice.

固 Of course, the two of them wanted to see the response of the people coming from Wanjianshanzhuang, and they were mostly attracted by the stele.

Xuan Mu Hanfeng saw the mystery among them, and they naturally saw it too.

"That's right."

The assimilation of the golden dragon's gate, Yuan Baifei of Zhenxin said, and nodded.

Zhao Changlin threw it at will, and streamer passed through the mountain wall without reaching the handle.

Xun Jin's assimilation and Yuan Baifei also threw their swordsmen into the cliff opposite.

Only Lan Da, took out the weapon, and handed it to the disciples of the Chivalry Gate who welcomed them not far:

"Dare to ask the younger brother, what did Wang Daodao say when he set up this stele?"

几 Several others also looked at the disciple.

The disciples of the chivalrous gate first stunned, and then converged, grasped the posture, learned the tone in memory, and said flatly:

"If I will have swordsmen on this mountain, I am afraid that the world is all Shura field."

Suddenly a few people in the big blue heart gave birth to admiration.

The words of this monarch, the meaning is obvious, once the sword is lifted up the mountain, no one will be harmed.

In plainness, she showed absolute confidence.

Of course, this is limited to Xie Jian uphill.

However, with this sword-sweeping stone in hand, who can hold the sword up the mountain, I am afraid that only the strong veins.

It is impossible to dissolve the sword because the soldiers have been melted into the body.

Because the swordman soldiers were separated, they were also called individually.

Xie Bingjie.

As several people went up the mountain, many other martial arts people had nothing to say.

All such masters have their swords up the mountain. What more can they say?

Immediately, these martial arts people disbanded the sword soldiers.

The disciples who greeted the guests also retreated and allowed many martial arts people to go up the mountain.

The steps of King Wang Quanshan are thick and flat, seemingly made of large stones.

Qiu Hanhan stepped forward.

Mu Fengli could not help but say, "Seven uncles, why did you solve the sword like this? Isn't it spreading to people that we are afraid of the monarchs?"

At the foot of Lu Muhanfeng, he said,

"What does it matter if you have a sword in your heart and no sword in your hand?"

Qi Mu was romantic and speechless:

"Uncle Qi, can't you talk well? Can't you fight with your nephew?"

Qiu Hanfeng drew his lips and said:

"You're right, you are really afraid."

"what?"

Mu romantically choked.

I said it was seven uncles. In fact, Mu Hanfeng was only ten years older than himself, but Qi Qi had been formed. Looking at the world is also an absolute master, genius.

I am also embarrassed and unwilling to the older generation.

So this time I just missed it?

It would only matter if I saw someone, but it was only a stone tablet.

I touched Mu Qingliu thoughtfully inserted a sentence:

"Seven uncles, do you say there is another mystery in that stone monument?"

"Yes!"

Wu Muhan Feng applauded Mu Qingliu:

若 "If my expectations are not bad, in the stele, there is a divine will of the king and Taoist man. If he insists on holding the sword, he will only inspire that divine will."

"Only for such a trivial matter, leave a god?"

Yun Mu romantic was a little sceptical.

What's the difference between going up the mountain with or without weapons?

If you do not intend to be the enemy, you will not be the enemy with weapons. If you are willing to be the enemy, you will not be able to stop all the enemies with a sword-sweeping stone.

"Just like my Wanjian Shanzhuang, non-swordsmen are not allowed in."

Lu Muhanfeng's eyes were faint:

"This is here, make rules."

"Make rules ..."

Mu Fengli closed his mouth.

Wang Quanshan is not high, only a few dozen feet. With a few people's footsteps, naturally it doesn't take a moment to reach the top of the mountain.

., .......

Twenty-three rounds of big sun hang high in the sky, waving golden roads, reflecting on the continuous snowfield.

"Dafeng, it ’s been a long time in the future, I really miss it. It ’s been 20 years since I came here last time! Royal Power Road, Royal Power Road Man, in just two years, has gone from being a dying old man to becoming the world ’s best. He was all killed ... "

The sheep snake walked on the official road covered with snow.

His stature is burly and tall, but he is wearing a gown like the accountant's, which makes people worry that his clothes are burst.

His body is exuding a mist of mist, looming, it can be seen that his features are constantly changing.

Men and women, young and old, handsome and ugly are free to change.

"The old things on Red Sun have been sold by the old for so many years, but it's good to die. Unfortunately, his beautiful disciple, Bai Xian'er, seems to be out of sight for a long time ...

The sheep snake said to itself, but its pace was extremely fast, and several ups and downs had passed through the long official way.

He saw Wang Quanshan at the end of the official way:

"I do n’t know this monarch, this next master ...

Invitation! "

The whistle and snow, the faint words drifted in the snow.

Uh ...

The king's power is flat on the top of the mountain, as if cut by a sword.

崭 A brand new Taoist temple stands at the end of a white jade-like platform. The Taoist temple occupies a small area, and it looks like a few miles.

Laoshanding is very quiet, but there are not many people.

Ye Muhan peak looked up.

I saw no less than 2,000 people on the huge platform, sitting on the left and right sides, leaving a wide gap in the middle.

I walk along this gap and can see.

At the end of the road, before the Taoist Temple, a white Taoist was sitting.

He sat next to him with a beggar to help the king Wang Longlong, the chivalrous gate king Yun Haitian, the three seals of Huangjue Temple, and the great monk of Miki.

Behind the Taoist, there is a door with a strange figure surrounded by two colors, like black and white swimming fish.

The figure has never been seen before. There is black in white, and white in black. The twists and turns, and at a glance, there is an unintelligible meaning.

The man sat in front of the strange figure, looking calm, but deep and deep, like a mountain like a deep ocean, and like the starry sky hanging high above the sky.

Let people look at it at a glance, they feel at ease and can not help but fall into silence.

He could feel that the top of the mountain had been shrouded in an invisible and inert atmosphere.

There are thousands of people in the square where the silence is because of this person.

"So arrogant!"

There was a moment of horror in Mu Mufeng's heart, and awe arose.

Along his side, Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu are even more flimsy in this invisible aura.

"Wanjian Villa is unsolicited, congratulations to the Taoist leader for establishing a school!"

Xi Muhan took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

His voice was soaring into the clouds, and it filled the square tens of miles, and then broke the silence on the mountain.

Uh ~

On the top of Laoshan Mountain, thousands of warriors looked back together and looked at the three, as well as Zhao Changlin and Lan Da who just boarded behind them.

"Jin Shenzong, congratulations to the Taoist leader for the establishment of the school ..."

"Big Dragon Gate ..."

"Yueyue Villa ..."

"Shinji ..."

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da, and others were also stunned, and then they arched their hands together and spoke loudly.

音 The sound of qi slamming, resounding through the clouds and the peak of the mountain with the sound of Mu Hanfeng.

"The visitor is a guest."

Wu Anqisheng slowly raised his hand and pressed it slightly, the sound waves echoing in the sky seemed to disappear:

"Sit down!"

Luan Qisheng's voice was neither exaggerated nor voluminous, but it was calm and quiet, but at the same time suppressed the sound of five people's voices voicing their inner strength.

The entire square calmed down instantly without any ripples.

The twenty-five looked at each other, presented gifts, and each took their seats.

"The Taoist martial arts became more divine."

The king Wang Jianglong could not help but sigh.

The sound wave is invisible and easy to press down, but it is extremely difficult to eliminate. When the partial An Qisheng opens his mouth, no one's voice disappears. This technique is the first time he saw it.

"Some little tricks, if Brother Wang is interested, I will teach you afterwards."

Luan Qisheng overlooked the whole square, her eyes were quiet and calm.

降 Wang Jianglong smiled and nodded: "Wang Wang is not interested, Wang is very interested."

Any martial art is extremely precious, let alone An Qisheng's "Tips"?

Other masters of the veins may find it difficult to ask people for advice, but naturally he will not have this idea.

What did he experience when the beggar was born?

Hitting his dragon's paw was based on the gathering of many martial arts among the beggars.

Qi Yunhaitian glanced at the big sun that hung above the sky, and arched slightly:

"Brother, everything is here, it's time to start."

"Not busy."

Luan Qisheng raised her hand slightly, and her eyes fell down the mountain:

"There is another who has never arrived ..."

"Ok?"

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I only listened to the sound of the sound of the mountain, and it seemed that a thunder rolled down from the mountain.

When the sound of the crickets began to fall, the hurricane was screaming, blowing through the grand square, and more than a thousand people were hunting for a moment.

"Who?"

Everyone was surprised.

Looking back, I saw the end of the mountain road steps, the edge of the mountain, and the falling air, a burly man standing in a gown standing upright. When the air flow was falling, the changing features turned into a rough and cold. .

And there are roots growing out.

"There is no certainty in the senses, the ever-changing devil, the sheep snake!"

"The Lord of Hell's Demon Sect, the master of the veins, the sheep snake ?!"

"Someone from the Six Prison Demon Sect?"

Exclaimed on the square, many people recognized the identity of the sheep snake.

Some people subconsciously wanted to pull out the sword, and then they screamed badly after emptying. Many of them came to Nanliang County early and knew the existence of Jie Jianshi, so they did not bring sword soldiers here.

"Royal King?"

The lambsnake stood cold, his arm dangled, and a seven-foot long scimitar had emerged into his palm:

听说 "I heard that you have a sword stone under the mountain, it doesn't seem to make sense ..."

His voice was not high or low, but the taunt was overflowing in words.

Before Sheshanmen, I don't know how many people secretly changed color.

"Let you go up the mountain with a knife ...".

Luan Qisheng held his hands on the teacher's chair, with a trace of coldness in his calmness:

"I'm not convinced enough to take you to death!"