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221 Immortal King

Not far from the foot of the mountain, Qinglian Town.

There was a lot of people on the street, but the stall on the roadside was very deserted. There was no one else except the old and the young, and even the servants who watched the stalls were not sure where to go. When someone passed by, they would whisper to this place, but the two should drink tea and play with the insects and play with the insects, and they were completely unaware of this.

"This tea tastes like the way I was when I was young. My master made tea for me with my hands, as if it was still yesterday." The young man finally put down the teacup. Even when he said this sentence full of trance, his eyes still looked flawless. It was the great success of sword technique and internal sword heart technique that the long white Ling Jianqiu was put into the white.

"The tea that the brat makes for you is a little selfish, of course it will be different." The old man spoke quietly. If Luo Feiyu heard this, the corners of his mouth would twitch constantly, and he would also scold the old man for taking advantage of his master. But in fact, this old man is dozens of years older than the sword ancestor, and the ghost doctor Xie Wensheng.

"Changbai is alone, Xizhou is deserted and decadent, I am really here today." Ling Jianqiu finished drinking tea and looked at the noisy scene on the street, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Along the way, all three of us were working day and night to go through light exercises, and we were inevitably exhausted." Xie Wensheng also put away the insects, "Is it appropriate to let the girl surnamed Mu go rashly?"

"It's what she wants to go, I just said something to her." Ling Jianqiu said lightly.

"What's the matter?"

"If you want to beat me, you will beat my junior brother first." Ling Jianqiu looked at the two Gu insects that were constantly squirming in the box. One was connected to himself, and the other was connected to Luo Feiyu. It was planted by his master many years ago by Xie Wensheng many years ago. As long as the two were within ten miles of each other, these two Gu insects would be in this situation.

After all, they are two people who are incompatible with each other.

"I didn't expect that your junior brother would go out of Jiangnan after all." Xie Wensheng sighed lightly.

"I should have thought of it for a long time." Ling Jianqiu pinched the teacup and looked up at the sky. "Two years ago, countless sharp swords could not stop him from telling the truth about that year. How could a mere belated snowfall trap him?"

"He is not a guy who can easily give up."

On the mountain.

After the disciple's whisk was frozen, a chill that fell into the ice cave attacked him, and soon stained his whole body. The middle-aged man said in surprise: "Drop the whisk in his hand!"

The disciple quickly let go and made the whisk fall to the ground, turning into a few pieces of ice, splitting.

The middle-aged man looked up at the blue tent woman in front of him, his eyes full of coldness, "Who are you?"

However, the woman in the blue tent did not answer him, but instead used a sword.

This sword is unreasonable at all, with unparalleled domineering and arrogant. If you are not careful, you can poke a bloody hole in this sword, even if you have the power to seal your throat and kill your life.

But in contrast to this domineering attitude, the woman's delicate long sword was constantly hovering, as if a white bird was soaring.

This sword has the appearance of an immortal.

Afterwards, the clear sound of shell breaking echoed in the mountain stream, as if something was breaking.

"The sword formation we just set up was broken by her!" a disciple said in surprise.

After hearing this, a trace of cruelty flashed across the face of Yin Qingqing's uncertainty. He put away the whisk and walked forward for five steps, put his hand on the sword at his waist. The disciples of Tingyu Sect who were familiar with him also felt nervous when they saw this. They understood that once the deputy sect leader put away the whisk and made this move, he wanted to kill someone.

"Tear the deputy leader of the Yu Sect, Bai Wumei." The middle-aged man raised his head. As his name was, his eyebrows were as sparse as fog, but they could also be identified. His original eyebrows were white.

"I heard a little." The woman in the blue tent nodded slightly, with a stern cold air in her conversation, which was intimidating.

Bai Wumei heard the words and the blue veins bulged. Not to mention in Quandu, looking at the sword sect in the world, Tingyu Sect is enough to be among the top five. But in this woman's mouth, the word "slightly heard" could only be the word "slightly heard" to make him not angry? But he still held back, "This girl, this mountain has been occupied by Tingyu Sect. I hope it can leave a little thin surface. Can you go down the mountain quickly?"

"No." The woman in the blue tent seemed to be determined to stay on the mountain, and her simple tone was full of determination.

"It seems that you want to toast and not eat the punishment?" Bai Wumei tightened her whole body and clenched the hilt of the sword around her waist.

"I don't want to drink." The woman in the blue tent finally lost her patience and drew her sword without saying a word.

Like a bird flying up from the snow, splashing snow all over the ground.

Bai Wumei also drew her sword.

After he set out his sword, a round of cold mist began to rise from the soles of his feet and soon spread throughout his body. It was the sword formation that Tingyu Sect, one sword that could form a unique sword formation. For a moment, the blue tent woman's sword fell to a stagnation for a moment.

But just a moment of stagnation is enough.

After controlling her advance, Bai Wumei turned the sword, and a sharp cold air slowly condensed from the sword formation.

Gongsun Shilian took all this in his eyes, "The people of Tingyu Sect are as insightful as watching the fire in the sword formation. They can attack and retreat or defend, and their mastery of sword principles is far beyond ordinary people. This girl is in a very dangerous situation!" After saying that, she wanted to jump down to rescue her.

"Wait." Luo Feiyu stopped her.

"Bai Wumei once practiced swords on the Qianyufeng, the only snow mountain in Quandu, with a cold sword formation. Among the Five Swords Sects in Quandu, Fu Wangxuan, who is one of the five swords. If this continues, the consequences may be unimaginable..." Gongsun Shilian turned to Luo Feiyu, but found that his eyes were full of burning heat, like a hunter, looking at a prey.

She had seen this kind of look a long time ago.

When he saw the famous sword, he would do this.

"The sword in the woman's hand and her sword skills are very similar to a legendary figure." Luo Feiyu murmured.

In order for Luo Feiyu to learn ninety-nine sword techniques, the Sword Ancestor specially told him many stories about the master of the sword technique.

So sometimes, a sword or a sword technique is enough to let Luo Feiyu understand the true identity of this person.

"Her surname is Mu." Luo Feiyu said softly.

"Secret of Mu?" Gongsun Shilan was also shocked when she heard the words.

The surname Mu is extremely rare in reality, and it usually appears in novels related to love written by some female writers. However, when people mention the surname Mu in the world, people often think of only one.

One of the five swords in the world, the White Bird Sword Lord and the Mu Xian Lord.

It’s not that his name is Xianjun, but because he does not belong to the mortal world, and his sword is like an immortal coming to the world, so that his name in the mortal world has long been forgotten and replaced by the title of “Yanjun”.

"This woman is the descendant of the Immortal Lord?" Gongsun Shilian asked.

"Yes." Luo Feiyu nodded.

"This Bai Wumei practices swordsmanship in Qianyu Snow Mountain and understands the cold sword formation from it. It is certainly terrible."

"But the place where this woman practices swords is in Kunlun."
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