Although the sound of the flute broke out four thunder swords, it also damaged Gongsun Shilan's energy and consumed most of her internal strength. Her face turned pale in an instant.

Yin Yin Sanren hesitated for a moment and sneered: "It took so much internal energy to block my four swords, but I still have one sword left in my box. Is it really worth it to do this?"

Gongsun Shilan held the flute and held the sword, but stood without answering.

Luo Feiyu smiled slightly, "But once your sword is released, the nine swords will be destroyed together. The two 18-year-old young men who destroyed your nine swords are. If this news is spread, wouldn't you become a laughing stock in the world?"

"You!" Yin Yin Sanren had never thought of this section before, and was awakened by Luo Feiyu at this moment, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"These two are exhausted, are you still hesitating! Why don't you make a move quickly!" Yin Yin Sanren turned his head and scolded.

Xiaodao hesitated for a moment, and the sound was like a mosquito and flies: "Master, you broke the array by yourself just now. Our people in the array were backfired. I'm afraid they can't do what you wish..."

"Is this the character of an immortal? I, an unknown person, received teaching today." Luo Feiyu's voice became lighter and lighter.

"Bastard!" The blue veins on Yin Yin Sanren's forehead swelled up, and the long hair and beards were windless. The only remaining thunder sword rose from the box and floated into the air. With the supreme sword intent, a thunderous thunder was gathering.

Seeing this, Gongsun Shilan frowned, "You are still going to be stubborn here? Are you not crying until you see the coffin?"

Luo Feiyu gasped for a few breaths, "We can't die, but his thunder box must be returned to the golden top to recast it once!"

"What?" Gongsun Shilan thought that this person was probably crazy.

On the morning when it was already clear, dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. A faint thunder broke through the sky and fell on the thunder sword.

Yin Yin Sanren suddenly fell down the sword, "This sword is blessed with the blessing of ten thousand pounds of thunder, and you will definitely die, and the sword will not be destroyed!"

Gongsun Shilian's heart thunderously, "We can't stop the last sword of the Zixiao Thunder Box now!"

Luo Feiyu smiled and said, "There is someone else who comes to block it."

Suddenly, three soft swords rushed over, blocking the thunder sword's expulsion.

These three soft swords are also swords controlled by the Wudang Sect, but unlike the domineering thunder sword, these three soft swords seem powerless, but each contains different sword energy.

One is as bright as the moon, one is as carved as ice, and the other is transparent throughout, as if nothing is left.

The three swords bloomed in turn, bright white, cold and empty, and three sword auras rotated around the thunder sword, removing all the lightning on the thunder sword, and then in an extremely complex posture, the thunder sword was welcomed into the Zixiao Thunder Box.

Gongsun Shilian murmured: "I heard that the name of Wudang Hao has produced two geniuses. One of them is very proficient in sword control at a young age. He can control seven swords of different shapes at the age of twelve. He is the heir designated by Zixiao Lei Box. Could it be..."

Luo Feiyu narrowed his eyes, "Oh, I still hold back after all. I still want to enjoy the scene where the thunder box lost its spiritual energy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fainted.

Gongsun Shilian raised her head and looked at the thin young man who was stepping on the sword in the air. On the high eaves beside the young man, there was also a Taoist priest holding a whisk.

Although these two people did not leave any legends in the world, their reputation was well-known. One was a person who had high hopes and decided to revitalize Wudang's swordsmanship in the future, and the other was a youngest leader in Wudang who learned Chen Wei Tianyi and the Supreme Taoism.

They have a name - Haosheng Gemini, Hongchen Box, Chen Weiyi.

Wudang Sect, Murong Haoyue, Xiao Haochen.

Xiao Haochen smiled and said hello: "Hello, Uncle Master."

Yin Yin Sanren ignored it, but his eyes were in nowhere to be separated from Murong Haoyue, as if he wanted to see something from him.

Murong Haoyue summoned the sword to return to the box, and his expression could not show his joy or anger.

After a long time, Yin Yinsan said, "Murong."

Murong Haoyue nodded slightly and said calmly: "Uncle Master."

When they met, the atmosphere was a bit strange. Gongsun Shilan wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away with Luo Feiyu, but a soft voice made her stop.

"Oh, it seems that the people who should come and those who should not come have come."

Gongsun Shilian hurriedly looked at it, but saw a handsome young man walking over from the other end of the alley. It was Yan Jingchen.

Gongsun Shilian thought in her heart: "No wonder Luo Feiyu suddenly fainted. It seems that Yuxuan should be nearby."

Yan Jingchen was still elegant, wearing Muhuai's waist, wearing a golden robe, and an approachable smile on his face. Everyone in the alley recognized Muhuai's sword and looked at the young prince with their eyes.

The little Tao, who had unknown reasons, bowed respectfully, "See Muhuai..."

Yin Yin Sanren suddenly put pressure on him and held back the second half of his words.

Yan Jingchen saw it: "Why do you have to be sorry to the younger generation? Look at the clothes of you and your disciples are spotless. It must have been because you have just arrived today. I guess you have been in Jinling City for a long time, right? Why don't you come to the Muhuai Palace to inform you and let Yan finish the friendship of this landlord?"

Yin Yin Sanren thought for a while, "I just took my disciples to travel around."

Yan Jingchen's eyes moved, "When this great disciple traveled five years ago, he came to Jinling. Five years later, the place you traveled is also Jinling. I wonder when my Jinling became a Taoist holy place for traveling?"

Gongsun Shilian's heart was thrilled. She had already noticed that Yan Jingchen was suppressing his anger.

"Gongsun Xiaolou, this is not the place you should have appeared. My Muhuai Palace and the Wudang Sect have some private matters, so I hope to avoid it." Yan Jingchen said again.

Gongsun Shilian wanted to speak but stopped, so she did not dare to show off. She had to support Luo Feiyu and leave silently.

After seeing Gongsun Shilian leave, Yan Jingchen said, "Now there is no disturbance from outsiders, so there is no need to hide it. You Wudang has appeared in my Jinling City many times, what do you intend to do?"

Yin Yin Sanren was seriously injured and dared not answer.

"Don't say it?" Yan Jingchen raised a smile on his lips, "Then let me tell you for you." After that, he took out a roll of ancient scroll from his arms, and two words could be vaguely identified on the cover of the scroll: Tianji.

Yin Yin Sanren exclaimed: "The Music of Heavenly Clear? It's actually in your hands!"

Xiao Haochen, who had a relaxed face, also his pupils shrank.

"Is it very surprising?" Yan Jingchen sneered.

Yin Yin Sanren unconsciously took a step forward. Yan Jingchen's eyes sterned and said coldly: "What? Do you want to grab it?"

Xiao Haochen looked up and looked around. It was getting late at this moment. Many sects of the world had poured into Jinling City. If they took action at this moment, the movement would definitely be quite large, and it might make others profit.

Xiao Haochen shook the whisk lightly and ordered in the tone of the head teacher: "Yin Yin, you must rely on others' roofs and do not cause any rashness."

Yin Yin Sanren dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

"If you want this music score, come to the Muhuai Palace to find me." Yan Jingchen smiled and put away the scroll, turned around and wanted to leave.

Murong Haoyue suddenly called him, "Young Master Yan."

Yan Jingchen sneered: "Why, do you want this score too?"

Murong Haoyue shook her head, "Why."

Yan Jingchen suddenly realized and raised his eyebrows, "Yan almost forgot that my fiancée seems to be Mr. Murong's old lover."

Murong Haoyue's eyes turned cold.

PS: I have thought about the story of "Qu urging Qinhuai" for a long time. Maybe it can't be linked to "Jianghu"

But it is an indispensable part

It is inevitable that the male protagonist and the female meet.

Many things are about to begin

After this article is completed, the next article is the pure world. Stay tuned
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