"Insulting your people, the seniors have already spoken, why did we cause trouble, but the three of us shouted and beat when they met!" Mo Xian said lightly.

"Nonsense, how could we have been like this, I just heard that you are from the Yuxian Sect, so I want to arrest you." When the eldest grandson Shunyi saw Wen Yijian coming, he was emboldened and immediately jumped out.

Mo Xian saw him coming, he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but when he saw Wen Yijian coming, he wanted to show himself again, so he said so.

"I am a person from Yuxian Sect, the predecessors have grievances, and the disaster is not as good as the juniors, not to mention that hundreds of years have passed, who can say clearly about the events of the day, your sect hates the Yuxian Sect so much, but the Yuxian Sect does not know, it is really ridiculous to say, your ancestor made a will that day, and your juniors have ever agreed?" Mo Xian is still the same.

Mo Xian said this, in a sect, the patriarch's will is to follow unconditionally, but Mo Xian has lived in the world of instrument cultivation for decades, and his thoughts are inevitably affected by the world of instrument cultivation.

As soon as he said this, the faces of the four people on the other side changed, but it was not easy to refute his language, since the death of the first generation of patriarchs, the older generation has not achieved Yuanying at all, and Wen Yijian is a second-generation disciple, and he has never seen Meng Xia's face, how do you know the situation at that time, everything is to listen to the older generation, and the older generation has passed away, the fall of the fall, the death of natural death, fortunately, Meng Xia left a lot of Taoist books, and the younger generations gradually grew the Taoyuan Sect on this basis.

"Fellow Daoist, what you say is heresy, how can you not obey the will of the ancestor, and the people of the younger generations should obey the will of the ancestor!" Wen Yijian said categorically.

"If the patriarch is wrong, do you still have to obey it?" Mo Xian has a headache for this kind of rumor, and the general sect patriarch is still good in personality, and there is generally nothing wrong with it.

"How could the ancestor be wrong!" Wen Yijian didn't think about it.

"The ancestor is not a god, of course there are mistakes, even if he is a god, the avenue is endless, how can an intelligent life not make mistakes." Mo Xian said unceremoniously that he just wanted to break this tradition.

Mo Xian said this, Wen Yijian was more cautious, if a person dares to say this, first, he is a stunned Qing, Mo Xian is not like a stunned Qing, then he has enough confidence in himself, he is not afraid of others saying him at all, he should have enough strength, only such a person can say such a thing, this kind of person is enough to start a sect, in order to say what seems to be a big rebellion, but in essence, after his own serious thinking, this kind of person does not kill him, do not be an enemy of him.

Wen Yijian thought of this, and said: "We don't do a battle of words, the tradition needs to be maintained, since Your Excellency has great ambitions, I don't want to ask you for two tricks, if you win, then the Taoyuan Sect welcomes you, if you lose, don't say anything, wait for your master to lead!" ”

What he said in this passage is even clearer, no matter what the outcome, he has no worries about life, from which it can be seen that he himself is indeed a cautious person, and it is indeed not easy to go to this extent.

Mo Xian smiled, he saw through Wen Yijian's psychology, and did not look down on him because of this, nodded, and said, "Since this is the case, you are a senior, please attack first!" ”

Wen Yijian was also not polite, and said: "Be careful! "The dragon shadow sword appeared, a golden light was blue in the world, and it fell straight to the top door of Mo Xian, without any tricks, one move went straight and straight, but the sword light was condensed.

Mo Xian pointed with his hand, Zhu Chan's sword turned into a blood rainbow, and he didn't use tricks, just a sword, a red and a gold intersected, and the aftermath of the sword qi in the air made a loud noise, this sword, both sides wanted to try each other's strength, as soon as the swords intersected, Wen Yijian's face changed, although Mo Xian was fighting with a sword, but the power from the sword was like a mountain, and he almost couldn't control the sword.

He pointed with his hand, and in an instant, the sword qi turned into silk, and countless golden sword wires hung down, like a willow branch in the wind, entangled towards Mo Xian, surrounding Mo Xian tightly, like a golden cocoon, Mo Xian's body and sword were united, and the sword was born in the world, from which he calmly came out, and ten thousand sword filaments fell into the sword qi world, and they were assimilated in an instant.

"Sword Life World!" Wen Yijian shouted like he had seen a ghost, "You are the Sword World!" I lost! ”

Wen Yijian withdrew decisively in an instant, he didn't expect Mo Xian to actually achieve the sword world, the sword world was unimaginable for him, his face was pale, it was not that Mo Xian hurt him, but a little disheartened, at that moment, he almost lost his Dao heart, it was difficult to meet the Immortal Sect to be so strong, Mo Xian looked very young, the swordsmanship actually reached this point, he was a little old, he only reached the point of sword intent, he didn't even reach the sword heart, compared with Mo Xian, he was several realms worse, and the big faction was difficult to be strong enough to challenge the big faction, isn't it a praying arm blocking the car?

He misunderstood, Mo Xian's swordsmanship was originally practiced by himself, due to a coincidence, he first got the white ape swordsmanship, and later studied martial arts, plus he himself was born as a killer, and a variety of factors came together to achieve Mo Xian's swordsmanship, but Mo Xian's swordsmanship went astray, and there was no sword heart at all, but fortunately, there was such a strange thing in his realm. Yuxian Sect is not a sword cultivation sect, Pure Yang Pavilion is, most people don't understand swordsmanship, but some people also practice swordsmanship, and most of them just taste it.

"Actually, the swordsmanship of the predecessors has entered the house, but the knowledge of the predecessors is still insufficient, otherwise it would not be like this." Mo Xian saw him look like a mourner, and he couldn't bear it, so he gave advice.

Fortunately, Wen Yijian's Dao heart was also very firm, and after a while, he finally returned to normal, and he hugged his fists: "Your Excellency is welcome to Taoyuan Sect, if you have time, you can go to Taoyuan Sect for a visit!" ”

"We will definitely go, but before that, we will have to investigate this place, and in about three days, we will visit your sect." Mo Xian said that he also wanted to see the place where Meng Xia settled after leaving the Yuxian Sect that day.

"Daoist friends come, I will definitely meet you with a sword!" Wen Yijian said that Mo Xian can not abide by tradition, Wen Yijian realized that he did have this strength, so he said this. Wen Yijian went back with three golden pills, to a certain extent, Wen Yijian was unwilling to admit the legacy of the ancestor, anyway, the ancestor had died, and it was not a flying ascension, he could be good friends with the big faction, and the benefits were great, his status in the sect made him speak with great weight, he decided to go back and persuade the head of the sect, why not carry the shackles of the ancestors on his back.

After he left, Mo Xian took out the Qiankun bag and turned it over seriously, several kinds of medicines that had not been collected were teleported to the deity by him, and he left the other medicines, after all, the disciples also needed raw materials to teach medicine and pills.