The earth-shattering thing in Gaolin City, Mu Eighteen has almost left. Seeing so many annoying things, he didn't bother to think. Without waiting for the people to wait, he thought of the Tears River agreeing to centrifugation, so he asked the direction of the Human Wing City that passers-by met to see what the winged birdman was like.

Do what you promise to others, and that is His way. He believed that the Tao was "reason"

The Tao is also the commission of the Tao, the void of the gods, the deification of the gas, the gas of the form, the form of the birth and all things so plugged. The use of the Tao is also, the form of qi, the gas of the gods, the deification of the void, the void and all things are so passable. This is the fourth level of mantra.

Mu Eighteen remembered the word "hua". He believes that "to turn is to borrow." "And I borrowed it and didn't pay it back.There are too many enemies.Several times wandering on the line of life and death.,Mu Eighteen understands one thing.If you want to live, you have to be strong.Kunlun Mountain swordsmanship is good.But there are only nine styles, and it is estimated that Kunlun Mountain hides private. This nine-style sword technique also has to be used in conjunction with the Heavenly Emperor's Heart Method, which is very laborious.

The first three styles are: the sword splits Huashan, and the nine days of the moon and the people follow the sword. It has been changed by the old man Zi to make it more practical. However, the fourth type of peach blossoms with human faces, and the fifth type of red apricots are full of sky. And the sixth type of the dragon and the phoenix, the seventh type of spring is bright, the eighth type of my heart is still the ninth type of invincible loneliness.

is a decent family, and there are peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in his moves, which really makes Mu Eighteen disdainful.

Now you can only use the first three styles more proficiently, and you can still deal with one or two monsters in the future.

The cold-hearted head of Kunlun Mountain looked at the little junior sister Xiao Ye with an angry face and said: "You gave Mu Eighteen the highest swordsmanship of this sect, and now he is annoyed with such a movement in Gaolin City, how can it be good to track it down." ”

Xiao Ye lowered his head and said aggrievedly: "Senior brother, didn't you ask me to give him a copy casually, I saw that no one had touched this book on the shelf for many years, so I gave it to him." ”

Hanxin patted his forehead and said: "What do you mean the black cauldron or I have to memorize, I mean any introductory swordsmanship, Sword Immortal Nine Styles, can anyone give it, don't you understand?"

Xiao Ye said in a low voice: "I don't understand. ”

Hanxin was choked, and he couldn't do anything about this cute little junior sister, so he was a little dizzy with anger.

"Senior brother, although the little junior brother is said to be stuffed by the Emperor of Heaven, he is also a disciple of our Kunlun Mountain, and he has shown his strength in the world, and it has also given us a long face in Kunlun, and the other two mountains have not had a chance to become famous, not to mention that now the people of Gaolin City are favored by Kunlun Mountain, and it is also a good thing to be grateful to Everbright My Sect. Xiao Ye whispered.

"Huh?" Han Xin walked a few steps in place and said: "In this way, it is not unreasonable, this kid has really done a good job, and he has learned the three swords in a short time, and he has the same qualifications as Brother Wei back then, not bad." A smile finally appeared on his face.

Xiao Ye pursed his lips secretly, and secretly said that you have studied for three years, and at that time, the master scolded you every day for being an elm head. How can there be a little brother who is smart.

"By the way, how is Master now, hasn't the retreat come out yet?" asked Han Xin, looking at her junior sister.

"No, I saw him a few days ago and everything is fine. It's just that he looks a little lonely. ”

"It seems that Master still hasn't come out of the last Purple City Master, you should pay more attention. Chill confessed.

"Yes, sir. ”

After Hanxin finished speaking, he walked back to the back mountain, Xiao Ye said goodbye to his senior brother, turned around and sat on the threshold outside the main hall and looked into the distance and said: "Little junior brother, you must work hard to learn the nine styles well, senior sister can't get out, you will replace senior sister in the world to temper and carry forward Kunlun Mountain." ”

It is often said in the mortal world that when people talk about it, the root of the ear will be hot, and Mu Eighteen is really heating up at the root of the ear now. That's not what Xiao Ye Nian said.

In front of Eighteen is an old Taoist who is reciting a spell to attack Mu Eighteen's state of mind.

Halfway through, Mu 18 was in a hurry after eating at an inn, and when he went out, he felt that someone was staring at him. He looked around and didn't find anyone suspicious.

So he took a few steps forward, and still felt that someone was staring at him, which is actually very strange, when you feel that someone is staring at you, and you can't know who it is, and you can't escape the situation of being stared at, your heart is still quite flustered.

Mu 18 told himself to be brave and not to show a trace of panic and anxiety, because he knew that if he was too flustered, on the one hand, he would give the enemy a chance to take advantage of it, and on the other hand, he would not be able to exert his super combat strength.

Outside the hotel is a straight official road, on both sides of the official road are rolling hills, if you return to the inn is not impossible. Mu Eighteen was afraid that it would cause unnecessary harm to the ordinary people of the inn like the previous time.

This reminded him of what monks often said: "I am not as good as hell, who goes to hell." He chose to move on.

Walking on the official road, the sound of the flute sounded in his ears, and the sound of the flute slowly rose, and the flute sound was ethereal, endless, like the sound of heaven.

Mu Eighteen was wary of this sound at first, such a beautiful flute sound made him intoxicated inintuitively, the straight road in front of him was a little blurry, his steps also staggered, and the smooth road was a little potholed.

His throat was a little numb, a little thirsty, and a peach forest appeared in front of him, and on each peach tree in the peach forest was a peach as big as a plate, bright and dripping.

There was a voice in his ears, thirsty to pick one and taste it. Mu Eighteen had saliva in his mouth, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hands.

A pain in his chest made him retract his steps violently, and he squatted down with his hands on his chest. The sound of "chirping" woke him up, and Chirp bit down on his chest.

There is no peach forest in front of him, there are no delicious peaches, it is empty, and there is no abyss under his feet, and if it is too late, he will fall into this abyss.

Before he knew it, he had climbed to a high mountain, with a cliff in front of him, and the sound of the flute behind him had stopped.

The night was dark, and there was a bright moon hanging in the sky, and Mu 18 remembered that there was still the sun in the sky when he just walked out of the inn.

Turning to look, Mu 18 saw that ten meters behind him, a man with long hair, a dark dress, a long robe hitting the ground, a bull's head mask on his face, and a black flute in his hand.

Two cold eyes appeared inside the bull's head mask, and he looked at Mu Eighteen without saying a word.

Looking at his flute, Mu Eighteen also understood that he almost fell down here, all thanks to this person, needless to say, words of gratitude. Seeing his expression, he won't say anything when asked.

Obviously, this person is here for him, but who have I offended?Mu Eighteen took out his wooden sword and said the least words of his own: "Please." ”

On the opposite side of the rolling mountain, Mingyu, who was fluttering in white, looked at all this with a thin mouth, and behind him stood the swordsman who had fought with Li Manluo.

Mingyu asked the swordsman led by Mingyu, "Do you think that kid can survive this time?"

The swordsman at the head said cautiously: "Childe, the dream-eating tapir can make people fall asleep unconsciously, and then kill people in dreams, as far as his subordinates know, seventh-level monks can be killed at once, and that kid is only below the third level, as simple as killing ants." ”

Mingyu's white face was filled with a trace of resentment and said: "Cheap that kid, dare to fool me, if it weren't for the fact that he was the identity of the messenger given to him by the Emperor of Heaven, I would definitely let him live rather than die, then I would need to find a person from the Demon Realm to destroy him." ”

Mu Eighteen held the double sword in his hand and did not move, this person was too evil, his eyes were sometimes blurred, sometimes delicate, and seductive. Mu 18 didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being fascinated by him.

The masked man put the flute to his mouth, and the music was delicate, and the small stones on the ground were sucked in by the sound of the flute, and one by one around him circled around his waist, forming a circle in the center of his circle.

Then he slowly climbed up from his waist, sucked in from a section of his flute, and flew out from the other end of the flute, flying unhurriedly, like a white hada for eighteen, slowly floating towards him.

Mu Eighteen didn't dare to be careless, and pressed his sword against the front end of the flying stone, and the tip of the sword emitted a dazzling white light, which was the light from the friction between the sword qi and the stone. Mu Eighteen gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, feeling the infinite pressure.

It was not a stone that flew but the weight of a mountain, too heavy and heavy, and the wood eighteen blamed himself for the attack composed of this stone, and the retreat was a mountain cliff, and it was impossible to advance. The foot couldn't help but take a step back, and the next step was under the cliff.

Should come will always come, Mu Eighteen still took a step back, fell, fell silently, didn't say a word, didn't say a word, the masked man withdrew his hand.