"Wanjian Dragon Pond" is in a valley directly north of Wuyang Peak, with a unique location and a howling mountain wind.

It's just that at this time, Taniguchi is forbidden and blocked by the formation, and he can only see a swirling aura vortex, and he can't see the situation inside.

The elders and disciples who came to watch the sword from each peak had no choice but to stand outside the mouth of the valley and chatte in groups.

Nangong Liluo's master and apprentice stood in the corner.

Hengxian glanced around and found that there were still many acquaintances, Lin Shuyu, Huo Yuanqing, White Lotus, Niu Wanli, Tong Quezi, Liu Yu, Wu Tong, Luo Sihai, Zhao Wuming and Zhang Yuer, a group of Dibang disciples were all there.

Ma Xiaohua was also looking around, and whispered: "Uncle Zhao Qingyi, the peak master of Yaotian Peak, and Uncle Bao Butian, the peak master of Tiger Roaring Peak, are here, it's enough!"

As he spoke, he pointed in one direction: "Little junior brother, look, Bai Chun's third master's Taoist companion, Master Su, fought with the master a few days ago and scratched the master's paw!"

Hengxian looked over and found that it was a middle-aged woman, extremely beautiful, talking and laughing with people, and then turned his eyes to a true disciple dress not far away, with a straight waist and long hair pouring down like a waterfall.

In front of Lin Shuyu, a woman who looked to be in her thirties with a serious face should be Zhao Qingyu, the peak master of Yaotian Peak, and explained something indifferently at this time.

"Little junior brother!" Ma Xiaohua patted Hengxian, "What are you looking at?"

Hengxian reacted and said, "I didn't see anything, I feel that the master doesn't seem to be very popular!"

Ma Xiaohua looked around, and sure enough, the major elders and peak masters gathered to chat, but no one talked to Nangong Liluo, and couldn't help but say: "Yes, popularity is really embarrassing!"

"Ha!" Nangong Liluo chuckled disdainfully: "Why did the old lady make friends with these idiots, she lost her identity!"

The voice was a little loud, and as soon as the words fell, the whole valley was as quiet as death, and countless pairs of eyes looked over.

Ma Xiaohua and Ye Batian glanced at each other and silently looked down at the ground.

Nangong Liluo still didn't care, and clasped his hands: "Look at it, it's also a bunch of idiots!"

"You ......," the peak elders glared at each other angrily.

The beautiful woman said coldly: "Nangong girl, you are crazy, who has offended you?"

Nangong Liluo smiled and said: "Su Qinxin, I want you to do things? Could it be that you are not stupid? Twelve Peaks, I can't find a person who has entered the Sword Sect, back then, the Heavenly Yuan Ancestor entered the Dao with the sword pole, and was able to start the sect, how ridiculous is it? I'm afraid that I will be embarrassed later!"

The faces of the elders of the various peaks were extremely ugly in an instant.

The third lady of Wuyang Peak, Bai Chun, turned white and red: "How did you ever enter the Sword Sect?"

Nangong Liluo laughed: "The bitter willow lineage inherits the ancestor's only sword pole inheritance, and the old lady entered the sword sect sixty years ago, do you want me to try the knife to show you?"

Su Qinxin and a group of elders were speechless.

Not far away, Zhao Qingyu and Bao Butian glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

Hengxian listened curiously and asked Ma Xiaohua, "What is the Sword Sect?"

Ma Xiaohua replied in a low voice: "This is a kind of name for a sword monk, mastering the sword shape and sword bone, you can be called a swordsman, mastering a sword intent, and reaching six or seven levels, you can be called a sword master."

Mastering more than two kinds of sword intent, and the sword intent reaches more than seven levels, it can be called a sword sect!

Mastering more than three kinds of sword intent, it can be called Sword Venerable, and there is also a sword master who enters the Xuan, the way of the sword enters the void, and the sword enters the rules, God, let me tell you......"

Heng Xian pondered for a moment, two or more sword intents, seven or eight points of fire, can it be called a sword sect?

I seem to have mastered just two.

At this moment, Lin Shuyu, the big-breasted and charming White Lotus, the honest Niu Wanli, Huo Yuanqing and others all subconsciously glanced at him.

Hengxian buried the sword at the ancient site of the Sword Sea, by the river, and comprehended the "Sword Intent of Mourning", which is difficult for a group of people to forget.

Hengxian looked back with a faint smile.

A group of people turned their heads coldly, including Lin Shuyu.

Hengxian didn't mind, and continued to listen to his senior brother's nagging.

At this moment, a large group of people flew over the cliff in the distance.

Zhao Qingyi, Bao Butian and Nangong Liluo greeted them together: "The guests of each sect have arrived!"

The elders and disciples of the various peaks at the mouth of the valley immediately stepped aside.

Soon, the group of people fell behind, it was the guests from the six major sects such as the Spirit Sword Sect, and their clothes were distinct-

The Spirit Sword Sect is white, and the sword is embroidered on the chest.

The valley of Luoxia is red, and it has a flute on its chest.

The East Palace is yellow, with a jade seal on its chest.

The Great Luo Holy Sect is white and blue, with a scroll on his chest.

The Aoyama Sect is purple, with a beast tattooed on its chest.

The other person was wearing a yellow robe, and he should be the mysterious "Tongtianguan" disciple of the Fourteen Sects.

In the middle, Bai Chunsan, Liu Hanchun and Xu Qianmen led a group of elders to surround the six people, and among the six people, an old man with white hair and white beard, a tough physique, and eyes like swords, should not let him walk in the main position.

Zhao Qingyu, Bao Butian and others greeted him, and hugged his fists at the old man and said, "I've seen the withered sandalwood seniors and fellow Daoists!"

"You're welcome, it's me who bothered your sect!" The white-haired old man was a withered sandalwood Taoist, he smiled, and looked at Nangong Liluo: "Miss Nangong is still like a fairy, it seems that the rumors are not true!"

Nangong Liluo grinned: "I've always been a fairy!"

The withered sandalwood Daoist laughed: "How is Ling Zun?"

Nangong Liluo suddenly lowered his face: "I don't know!"

Zhao Qingyu immediately replied: "The master has been in retreat for nearly a year, and he will definitely be out of the customs in a few days, so don't worry about the seniors!"

"Oh. The withered sandalwood Taoist smiled again, "Then let's get straight to the point, open the valley, and enter the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool, right?"

"Yes!" Bai Chunsan took a few steps forward, walked to the front of the ban in the valley, sealed his hands, and made a seal of the ban.

"Hum—"

The aura vortex suddenly dissipated, and an incomparably rich aura, sword aura, and evil aura rushed towards him.

I saw that the valley showed its true face, the area was very large, and the vegetation and trees were abnormally deformed and distorted, and even a little hideous.

In the deepest part, there is a huge pool of water, the water is green, and a rock resembling a keel winds up to the mountain wall inside the pool, and the "dragon's back" is not seen as the "dragon's head", because the dragon's head is hidden by a roaring, roaring waterfall.

The waterfall was very agitated, and from a distance, it was not water that flowed, but a sword, a stream of water composed of countless swords......

This ghostly scene, and the oncoming strong sword aura and evil aura, are shocking!

The withered sandalwood Taoist smiled and said: "There are 100,000 ancient sword qi, the true breath of the evil dragon is still there, and the ten thousand sword dragon pond is really true!"

Bai Chunsan said with a smile: "If you deserve the praise of the withered seniors, the existence of the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool is very meaningful!"

Withered Tan stroked his beard and said: "Bai Zhenren is too good at talking, so ...... Come in, everybody!"

After that, go inside.

The other six sects, Bai Chunsan, Nangong Liluo, Bai Butian, and a group of elders and disciples followed one after another.

Hengxian glanced at the disciples of the six sects and found that there were also many acquaintances inside: Xiao Yujian, Huangfu Taiqing, Situ Nanfei, Du Qiyue, Zixi......

The most important thing is that Xie Lingyu, who has bright eyes and bright teeth and is well-behaved, is also there, smiling at him, revealing a pair of tiger teeth and dimples.

Heng Xian smiled, and was about to step forward to say hello, but was stopped by a person behind him: "Senior Brother Heng, wait a minute, please wait a while!"

Hengxian looked back and saw that most of the people had entered, leaving only him and Lin Shuyu, Huo Yuanqing, White Lotus, Niu Wanli, Liu Yu, Luo Sihai and a group of people and Wuyang Peak itself's attendant disciples.

A group of people looked at each other and kept silent with tacit understanding.

In the distance, the inner disciples of Wuyang Peak had already pushed the hearse, carrying dense fruits, snacks, and tea.