Lianhuo also thought that she would meet such a person, and she would not leave Wanhualou until that day to live a new life.

But what she never expected was that before the end of the song and the people dispersed, Wanhualou was already empty.

They all left, after the Lingshan martial arts tournament.

On that day, all the heroes of the world gathered in Lingshan to hold the triennial martial arts conference. Wanhualou, Kongtong faction, and Tianshan faction all refer to the head of Mu Qinlin, the head of the Lingshan faction.

It turned out that Na Mu Qinlin was a descendant of Mongolian nobles, and her mother was the princess of the late Yuan Dynasty, Erjin Lorraine.

Everyone in the world knows that this Yuan people have been haunting the Central Plains for more than 100 years, and now there are still remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty still at ease in the north.

And the people of Wanhualou and Kongtong faction have been bullied by this Mongol, and now they finally get the opportunity to take revenge and vent the anger that has accumulated in their hearts for a long time.

"It's an honor for the Lingshan Sect to be able to preside over this martial arts conference. Mu Qinlin said to the people present.

"The head of your Lingshan is a Mongolian alien, how can you be worthy of presiding over my martial arts conference in the Central Plains!" someone below objected.

"It seems that if you don't settle your personal grievances today, this Lingshan Martial Arts Conference will not be able to be held. Mu Qinlin's gaze stayed on this group of people, who happened to be people from Wanhualou and Tianshan Sect.

"Well, heroes from all walks of life will forgive us for being rude. The Kongtong faction stood up with five people to face the heroes of the world and said, and then turned to Mu Qinlin and said, "Please also ask Master Mu to fight to the death with a few of us." ”

"Good. Mu Qinlin made a light effort, came to the five people, and also said to the heroes of the world, "I hope that no matter who wins or loses, who dies or lives today, I will not be held accountable." I think I'll need to have a break with them, and whoever wants to kill me today can come. If I die, this martial arts conference will be presided over by Gu Changhuan sent by me. ”

"Master Mu, this ......" Someone wanted to come out to persuade him, but he also retreated, and now no one wants to stand in line in advance in this situation.

Wanhualou and the Tianshan faction were all watching the battle from the sidelines, and did not act rashly.

"Let's get started, just a little bit, and the five of you go together. Mu Qinlin's eyes were full of killing intent, everyone present knew her bond with this Kongtong faction, the Kongtong faction began to assassinate Mu Qinlin a long time ago, and finally Mu Qinlin's husband Tianzhu Shangren and Bai Guan of Wanhualou also died in the hands of the Kongtong faction in order to protect her.

Seeing her like this, they all knew that she was going to be a killer, and being merciful to the enemy was cruel to herself. She wouldn't give them any more chances.

Mu Qinlin skillfully used the Lingshan sword technique to disrupt the formation of the five people, and then, she put her hand on the blade of the sword and slashed, the whole person became out of control, and she lifted the sword and stabbed at the five people.

What she held in her hand was not an ordinary sword, it was a sword cast by the legendary ruler of the Yuan Dynasty in order to expel the Han people who rebelled, and the folk called it "the sword of descending to the Ming".

Legend has it that as long as this sword drank the blood of the Mongolian nobles, it would have terrible power, and thus command the rivers and lakes.

Soon, the five people could not gain the upper hand, but were suppressed by Mu Qinlin alone.

"Let's go. Mu Qinlin tried her best to control herself, and said to the person in front of her, she still couldn't give up after all.

But where are these people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, when they saw her stop, they immediately continued to attack.

"You forced me!" Mu Qinlin glared at them angrily, bursting with great power, she waved the sword in her hand, as if spinning in the crowd, and in a moment, those few people were dead and wounded.

"Why don't you get out of here?" Mu Qinlin's eyes were bloodshot, and his face and hands were covered with blood.

There were only two survivors left, and they hurriedly climbed down the Lingshan Mountain.

"Okay, then let's ......" Mu Qinlin was about to announce the start of the Lingshan Martial Arts Conference, but he heard a sound of blockade, "Slow!"

The woman who came out was dressed in a goose yellow dress, and she was Gao Pingling, the head of the Tianshan faction. There was a contemptuous smile in her eyes, "Sister Mu, I don't care if you owe me." ”

"What do I owe you?" Mu Qinlin asked, subconsciously looking at the antique flower beside her, he just pulled her, but he couldn't stop her.

"Not only do you owe me, but you have to pay the debts of many people here. Gao Pingling pressed step by step, "Sister Xia of Wanhualou, Sister Lianhuo of Wanhualou, and Brother Chen Xiao of Wanhualou, you owe them an explanation." ”

"Pingling!" cried the antique flower, "no more. ”

Mu Qinlin looked at them meaningfully, "Is that so?"

These are all people she has given her sincere heart, but because she is of Mongolian descent, she is hostile to them......

"Well, if you want me to die. Kill me. Mu Qinlin closed his eyes and stood in place without moving.

Gao Pingling rushed over and came to her, "Sister Mu, today I will avenge the murder of my father and mother, if you want to blame it, blame your mother who never loved you." ”

"Wait. Mu Qinlin saw that she was about to start fighting, so she stopped her and looked at the crowd in Wanhualou, only then did she realize that Song Jiuqing had not come at all.

"Brothers and sisters of Wanhualou, if you want to go up, let's go together, what Mu hates the most is the wheel war. She said.

Immediately, Wu Gongda came over with Xia Jingyi and Chen Xiao, but Lianhuo didn't know martial arts, so he stayed where he was.

"Hey!" Gao Pingling drew her sword and stabbed at Mu Qinlin, who took a few steps back and jumped out of thin air to dodge her blow.

Then, the three people of Wanhualou called her together, and in a hurry, she dispatched the Ming Sword again.

The power of the Descending Sword, coupled with her original strength, was basically comparable to a hundred people, not to mention only the four of them.

In the end, the three people of Wanhualou were seriously injured, and her sword was pointed directly at Gao Pingling.

Gao Pingling did not retreat, but greeted her, she slapped Mu Qinlin with a palm, and she was also hit by a sword.

"Suffer death. Mu Qinlin concealed her discomfort and put the sword around her neck.

"Master Mu, let them go. "The antique flower turned over and came to this place where the battle was fierce. Lianhuo also hurriedly stepped forward to check on their injuries.

"Lotus fire, people are swords, I am fish and meat, and today we can only be slaughtered. I'm sorry I couldn't get your revenge. Chen Xiao said to her.

Mu Qinlin looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha...... Then when they were about to kill me, did anyone let them remember the old love?

"Get out, get out! Don't appear on the rivers and lakes in the future! You Tianshan Sect, and your Wanhualou!" Mu Qinlin pointed at them and said sadly.

Lianhuo said to Chen Xiao, "Wanhualou is gone, I'll take you away, I'll take you back to my hometown, let's go together." ”