Among the many stalls, in front of the booth of Ye Gucheng's portrait!

Dressed in black clothes and black skirts, with a transcendent appearance and a sharp and heroic temperament, Murong Wushuang turned his hands behind his back, and looked at the portrait of Ye Gucheng hanging on the stall with a cold face, and the gaze in his eyes was far-reaching, as if he had penetrated the void and traveled to the top of the mountain thousands of years ago and stood side by side with a generation of sword heroes.

She pursues a sword, and what she thinks of is also a sword, and after a short period of repair in the Battle of Iron Mountain, she is not surprised that the originally deserted Zhongnan Mountain has become so lively, and soon after entering it, she was attracted by the sword intent momentum faintly contained in the portrait of Ye Lonely City.

It's just that although Ye Gucheng's portrait is good, what she can see from the portrait is different from others, if someone looks closely, they will find that at this time, in addition to the amazing look in her eyes when she looks at this portrait, there is also a little inexplicable...... Miss!

She didn't know what she missed, but she spontaneously had this feeling in her heart, at this time she believed that if there was really a reincarnation in this world, maybe she had met and even competed with this generation of masters in her previous life a long time ago, but unfortunately now...... can only glimpse the demeanor of a generation of swordsmen through a picture scroll and thousands of years of time.

Beside her, Jiu Gen and Qinghe, who have always respected her, are still accompanying her as always, and as she stops here, they are also lined up on the left and right like followers, each of them is carrying a package on their backs, and there is a bit of servant dust on their faces, as if they have just arrived and have not been repaired.

At this time, there was no one else within two feet of this stall except them, not that Ye Gucheng's portrait was not attractive, but that she would feel the sharp and dazzling invisible sword intent whenever she got close, forcing ordinary martial artists not to approach, even if the master was not afraid, he was afraid to enter this range and offend her, causing an accident out of thin air!

In fact, at this time, although there are many elites of masters at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, there is basically no one to make trouble, because the people who come here are either the masters of a sect or the masters of a clan, and no one is afraid of anyone if they really want to fight, not to mention that there is a temporary team of masters in the sky formed by the various factions of the Taixuan Great Sect to maintain order, so that no one dares to be presumptuous regardless of good or evil, and they are as low-key as they are.

In such an environment, because of her special temperament and sword intent, she can almost be regarded as the most high-profile person here at this time!

High-profile people are naturally easy to attract people's attention, so even if the masters who pass by here at this time and feel her unique temperament do not approach, they also look at her from time to time while doing their own things.

It's just that she doesn't care about other people's eyes, and she doesn't have the idea of changing her temperament, people who are born for swords have never been interested in swords!

However, just as she was looking at Ye Gucheng's portrait and thinking about something that she couldn't figure out, on the other end of the crowd, a flexible sword intent that was so weak that it couldn't hurt people and was even more difficult for ordinary people to feel permeated her, instantly attracting her from Ye Gucheng's picture scroll.

This sword intent has no hostile intent and no killing intent, it is flexible like water and long like a river, and it is rushing and flipping with a bit of heartfelt joy.

Murong Wushuang, who sensed this sword intent, withdrew his gaze from the scroll, turned his head to look at the crowd, and in a blink of an eye, he saw an old swordsman with white hair and white beard and some old age with six younger swordsmen whose cultivation was no less than that of Jiugen Qinghe through the crowd and coming in this direction.

She smiled for a moment, for this was the second good 'sword' she had seen in the time she had been here.

……

Coming from that end was Dan Chengzi, the sect leader of the Ancient Sword Sect who had just finished trading with Xiao Sha and noticed Murong's unparalleled extraordinary!

As the sect master of the Ancient Sword Sect and a kendo cultivator in the northwest area, he had clear eyes at this time, his face was full of joy, and he came to Murong Wushuang after passing through the crowd and stood still, looking at Murong Wushuang with his old but still clear spirits, and his eyes staggered with her.

Invisibly, a faint cold wind rose out of thin air at the moment when the two eyes met, but disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the open space between the two was staggered by small white lights without a sound, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

Then, a few long white hairs fell from Dan Chengzi's shoulders for no reason!

This is not normal hair loss, but cut off by a sword!

The next moment, Danchengzi moved!

With a movement of his left hand, he picked up a few white broken hairs that fell with the wind in his hands and looked at them, and then smiled: "Not bad, good ......"

"You're not bad either"

Murong Wushuang also smiled, in the hearts of Jiu Gen and Qing He, she has never been very good at laughing, even if she encounters a great good thing, unless she encounters a 'sword' that makes her happy. For a while, they all looked at Dan Chengzi, and they were all a little curious about what kind of character this was, and the cultivation of the sword path could be so high that it could make Murong Wushuang happy.

Of course, they could see that Danchengzi's internal strength cultivation was actually above Murong Wushuang, but the way of the sword was the way of the sword, and the cultivation of this one had nothing to do with combat power to a certain extent, nor did it have anything to do with the deeper internal strength cultivation, and the gains were all in comprehension, not the stupid kung fu worn by water drops!

"Dare to ask the girl's surname?"

In their curious gaze, Dan Chengzi threw away the white hair with a flick of his hand, and the head of the dignified generation of grandmasters actually took the initiative to salute Murong Wushuang with a fist.

His move instantly caused an uproar among many people around!

The people here are all masters and well-informed people, most of them know his cultivation identity and reputation in the northwest martial arts area, usually meet a sect master, Master Dan shouted, who would have thought that such a Taishan Beidou-like figure would take the initiative to give such a salute to a woman whose cultivation is not as good as his, even if that woman's cultivation is not bad.

At this point, even the six disciples of Danchengzi can't figure it out, but they all have a little knowledge of kendo cultivation under Danchengzi's teaching, and they can all see that the two of them just started the battle of the divine sense sword realm with sword intent, and in the end, Danchengzi lost slightly, even though he was not angry, he didn't make a sound!

"My name is Murong Wushuang, and I want to compete with you"

Murong Wushuang said with a smile, completely ignoring the strange gazes of everyone around him, as if those people around him did not exist.

At this time, she was happy, even happier than Xiao Sha's melee combat made her melee ability infinitely close to perfection in a short period of time, because this was the first time in all these years that she had really found a 'sword' that could compete with herself, except for the swordsman at home, and it was the most satisfying 'sword' in a stick of incense here.

Even though the people are sophisticated, Dan Chengzi at this time ignored the eyes of the people around him like her, nodded and agreed: "The old man has this intention, let's go to the periphery."

"Good"

Murong Wushuang didn't say much, carrying the two-pole sword wrapped in a sword bag in his hand, he turned around and walked out, and the crowd was intimidated by her temperament, and no one dared to stand in the way.

Dan Chengzi too, who was also carrying a sword, seemed to have forgotten his identity and status at this time, as well as the purpose of coming here and the many disciples who followed behind him walked side by side with Murong Wushuang, his heart seemed to become younger in an instant, and the sword in his hand became lighter.

At this moment, in Dan Chengzi's feelings, everything is as if he has returned to his youth, in order to get a glimpse of the way of the sword and constantly challenge the masters of various factions, such a long time has not diluted his pursuit of kendo!

If you want to see a better sword, you need to learn, fight, and learn!

Get rid of fame and fortune, for swordsmen, the whole thing is actually so simple, Murong Wushuang asked for battle in the most straightforward way, and he naturally faced it with the simplest mentality, because he knew a lot of sword secrets, he knew that there would not be too many such opportunities, and there might not even be a second time!

……

The speed of the two is not fast, but it didn't take long to cross the crowd, originally the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes were the most common thing, but the waves they set off were not small!

Danchengzi's internal skill cultivation is limited by the low level of the ancient sword sect's internal strength, and the progress is not great, so far the cultivation is only more than two hundred and twenty knots, but the sword cultivation and comprehension in the northwest martial arts area is not small, even if the kendo master with more than three hundred knots and he is not as good as the sword, even if you look at the whole world, it is one of the few, he wants to compete with people, and he is very polite to a strange woman Since he left, it quickly spread from there.

And then the crowd boiled!

Although everyone came this time for the spirit of the divine soldier, there is still a long time before Master Sushui comes out, and this waiting day is very boring for many martial artists who like to compete high and low, and now there is a generation of grandmaster competitions that can be watched almost everyone is happy.

And this is especially true for the swordsmen among them, in their impression, Master Danchengzi has not made a move for a long time, and it is definitely a grand event to be able to see this kendo master make a move this time in the wind and clouds.

As the news spread, for a while, a large number of martial artists rushed in the direction where the two left, not daring to chase too closely and not too far, while the six disciples of Danchengzi and Jiu Gen and Qing He left the two of them to block in front of the crowd, turning the true qi into a barrier so that the crowd could not get too close.

Because it was a consensual exchange and had nothing to do with grudges, the masters of the Taixuan Great Sect who were flying and patrolling in mid-air were also happy to see it and did not stop it, because the scene was very lively, and when the news spread quickly, the crowd around the street vendors was empty in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Xiao Sha also knew about Murong Wushuang's arrival, she herself had a reputation similar to braggadocio that the Murong family helped her, at this time, there were not a few people in the crowd of Dedan Chengzi, how could he not know that he was strolling between the stalls.

……

"Why is she here?"

On the edge of a slightly remote stall, Xiao Sha frowned slightly under Xiao Sha's wide cloak, and he was a little surprised!

The battle of Tieshan is only a little more than four days away from now, and he only came to Murong Wushuang on the front foot, and the back foot made him feel like he was being followed, but he asked himself if he should not be passive but he didn't know, and Murong Wushuang was not this kind of person, although he was very suspicious, he didn't dare to conclude at once.

Danchengzi and the people moved, and a few disciples of the Tomb Sect who followed him as fellow sword wielders were naturally also moved, but they who knew his identity and the grudge against the Murong family couldn't help but go, and one of the principals came to him after the people around him dispersed a lot and whispered: "Sir, look at ......"

(End of chapter)