Mu Hanfeng and the three of them unsheathed their swords and left, and they couldn't help but be quiet in front of the mountain.

"Seeing that noon is approaching, it's time for me to go up the mountain! The mystery of this sword stone, I'll come back to understand it later! ”

After a moment of silence, Zhao Changlin flicked his sleeve robe and said loudly:

"What do you think?"

"That's right!"

Mr. Lan Da withdrew his eyes and spoke in response.

Although the two of them wanted to see the reaction of the people from Wanjian Villa, most of them were attracted by this stone tablet.

Mu Hanfeng could see that there was a mystery in it, and they naturally saw it.

"That's exactly how it should be."

The golden assimilation of the Great Dragon Gate and the Yuan Baifei of the True Gang Dao glanced at each other and nodded their heads.

Zhao Changlin threw it casually, and the streamer pierced the mountain wall and reached the handle.

Jin Tonghua and Yuan Baifei also threw their own swords and sank into the opposite cliff.

Only Lan Da took out his weapon and handed it to the disciple of the Chivalrous Sect who was not far away to welcome the guests:

"Dare to ask the little brother, what did the royal power chief say when he erected this stone monument?"

Several others also looked at the disciple.

The disciple of the chivalrous sect was stunned for a moment, then retracted his expression, took his posture, learned the tone of the one in his memory, and said flatly:

"If I have to raise swords on this mountain, I am afraid that the heaven and earth will be all Shura fields."

Lan Da and a few people were full of admiration in their hearts.

The meaning of this king's words is obvious, once the sword is unsheathed and goes up the mountain, no one will be harmed.

In the blandness, there is absolute self-confidence.

Of course, this is only limited to unslashing the sword and going up the mountain.

However, with this sword solving stone, I am afraid that only the strong people with the divine vein can carry the sword up the mountain.

The divine vein has already melted into the body, and it is impossible to untie the sword.

Because the divine vein sword soldier is separated from the body, it is also called by another name.

Dismissal.

As several people went up the mountain one after another, many other martial arts people had nothing to say.

Such masters all untie their swords and go up the mountain, what else do they have to say?

Immediately, these martial arts people relieved their swords one after another.

The few disciples who welcomed the guests also retreated, allowing many martial arts people to go up the mountain.

The steps of Wangquan Mountain are thick and smooth, and they seem to be made of large stones.

Mu Hanfeng paced forward.

Mu Fengliu behind him couldn't help but speak: "Seventh Uncle, why did you untie the sword like this?" Doesn't it make people think that we are afraid of the king's power? ”

Mu Hanfeng kept at the feet, and said without being salty or light:

"What does it matter if you have a sword in your heart and a sword in your hand?"

Mu Fengliu was speechless:

"Uncle Seven, can you talk well? Do you still have to fight with your nephew? ”

The corners of Mu Hanfeng's mouth twitched, and he said:

"You're right, but you're afraid."

"Huh?"

Mu Fengliu was stunned.

said that it was the seventh uncle, but in fact, Mu Hanfeng was only ten years older than him, but he had already condensed his qi veins, and he was also an absolute master and genius in the world.

is also unruly, and there are many dissatisfaction with the older generation.

Is it so cowardly this time?

If you see someone, it's just a stone tablet.

Mu Qingliu thoughtfully interjected a sentence:

"Uncle Seven, you said that the stone tablet has another mystery?"

"Not bad!"

Mu Hanfeng glanced at Mu Qingliu approvingly:

"If what I expected is correct, in the stone tablet, there is a divine will of the king's Taoist, if you insist on holding the sword, I am afraid that I will stimulate that divine will."

"Just for such a trivial matter, to leave a divine will?"

Mu Fengliu was a little surprised.

What is the difference between going up the mountain with or without weapons?

If you don't intend to be an enemy, you won't be an enemy with weapons, and if you have the intention to be an enemy, a sword stone can't stop all enemies.

"Just like my Ten Thousand Swords Villa, non-swordsmen are not allowed to enter."

Mu Hanfeng's eyes are faint:

"This is here, making rules."

"Establish rules ......"

Mu Fengliu closed his mouth.

Wangquan Mountain is not high, only dozens of zhang, with the footsteps of a few people, naturally it does not take a moment, has come to the top of the mountain.

.，.......

The three ** days hang high in the sky, swaying the golden rays, reflecting on the continuous snowfield.

"Dafeng, it's been a long time, I'm really nostalgic, the last time I was here, it's been 20 years! Wang Quan Dao, Wang Quan Dao, in just two years, has gone from a dying old man to the top of the world, and even the red sun was killed by him......."

Sheep and snakes paced along the official road covered with snow.

He was tall and large, but he wore a long robe like that of Mr. Bookkeeper, which made people worry that his clothes would burst.

There was a mist around him, and when it loomed, it could be seen that his facial features were constantly changing.

Men and women, young and old, handsome and ugly, are all free to change.

"That old thing in the red sun has been relying on the old man for so many years, and he died just right, but unfortunately, his beautiful disciple, called Bai Xian'er, seems to have not seen anyone for a long time........"

The sheep snake said to himself, but his steps were extremely fast, and a few ups and downs had already passed through the long official road.

Seeing the royal power mountain at the end of the official road:

"I don't know if this royal power Taoist can't accept the ....... of the next sect master

Invitation! ”

Between the wind and snow, faint words drifted in the wind and snow.

.......

The top of Wangquan Mountain is flat, as if it has been slashed by a sword.

A brand-new Taoist temple stands at the end of the white jade-like platform, and the Taoist temple occupies a small area, about a few miles.

The top of the mountain is very quiet, but it is not without people, there are many people.

Mu Hanfeng raised his eyes and looked.

I saw that there were no less than 2,000 people on the huge platform, sitting on the left and right sides, leaving a wide gap in the middle.

Along this gap, you can see.

At the end of the road, in front of the Taoist temple, sat a white-clothed Taoist.

Sitting beside him sat the beggar gang leader Wang Zhenlong, the chivalrous gate king Yun Haitian, the three seals of the Huangjue Temple, and the great monk of Miki.

Behind the Taoist, there is a gate with a bicolored body, like a strange figure surrounded by two swimming fish, black and white.

The figure has never been seen before, black in white, black and white, twisting and turning, at a glance, there is an indescribable Tao Yun.

The man sat in front of the strange figure, his face was calm, but his breath was heavy and deep, like a mountain like a deep sea, and like a starry sky hanging high in the sky.

At a glance, people feel at ease, and can't help but fall into silence.

He could feel that the top of this huge mountain had been enveloped by an invisible and substantial aura.

The reason why the square where thousands of people gathered was silent was because of this person.

"Such a powerful divine will!"

Mu Hanfeng felt a sense of awe in his heart.

On his side, Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu were even more untenable in this invisible aura.

"Wanjian Villa came uninvited, congratulations to the Dao Master for opening the sect!"

Mu Hanfeng took a deep breath and said loudly.

His voice was high-pitched, filling a radius of dozens of miles, breaking the silence of the mountain top at once.

Boom~

On the top of the mountain, thousands of warriors looked back at the three of them, as well as Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and the others who had just boarded up behind the three of them.

"Extreme God Sect, congratulations to the Daoist for opening the sect and establishing ........"

"Big Dragon Gate ........"

"Moon Worship Villa ......."

"True Gangdao ........"

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and the others were also in their hearts, and then they all bowed their hands and spoke loudly.

The sound of true qi drumming, and the sound of Mu Hanfeng's unfalling sounded through the clouds and the top of the mountain.

"Those who come are guests."

An Qisheng slowly raised his hand and pressed it slightly, and the sound waves that echoed in the sky seemed to disappear at once:

"You may be seated!"

An Qisheng's voice was neither high-pitched nor imposing, but it was calm and quiet, but it suppressed the voice of the five people who were drumming up their true qi internal force.

The whole square instantly calmed down, without the slightest ripple.

The five of them looked at each other, presented their gifts, and sat down separately.

"Dao Chang's martial arts are becoming more and more supernatural."

Wang Jinlong couldn't help but admire.

The sound wave is invisible, it is easy to suppress, but it is extremely difficult to dissipate, as soon as An Qisheng opened his mouth, no one's voice disappeared by itself, this kind of skill, he saw it for the first time.

"It's just a little trick, if Brother Wang is interested, I'll teach you later."

An Qisheng overlooked the entire square, his eyes deep and calm.

Wang Jinlong smiled and nodded: "Don't hide it, Wang is very interested." ”

Any martial art is extremely precious, let alone An Qisheng's 'little skills'?

Other Divine Vein Grand Masters might feel a little uncomfortable asking for advice from others, but naturally he wouldn't have this kind of thought.

He was born in a beggar gang, what hasn't he experienced?

His dragon descending palm is based on the convergence of many martial arts in the beggar gang.

Yun Haitian glanced at the big sun hanging high in the sky, and said slightly:

"Brother, it's time to come, it's time to start."

"Not busy."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, and his eyes fell leisurely down the mountain:

"There is one ....... who has not come"

"Huh?"

Yun Haitian and Wang Zhenlong thought slightly in their hearts, and they both looked at the bottom of the mountain.

Bang!

I only heard the roar of the sound waves under the mountain, as if there was thunder rolling down from the mountain.

Before the sound fell, the hurricane was already howling, blowing all over the huge square, and more than 1,000 people were hunting for it for a while.

"Who?"

Everyone was shocked.

Looking back, I saw that at the end of the steps of the mountain road, at the edge of the mountaintop, in the gradually falling airflow, a burly man in a long robe stood up, and his changing facial features turned into a rough and cold face when the airflow fell.

And there are bearded roots that grow.

"The facial features are uncertain, the Demon Lord of Change, the sheep snake!"

"The master of the Hell Demon Sect, the great master of the divine vein, the sheep snake?!"

"The people from the Six Hell Demon Sect are also here?"

There were bursts of exclamations in the square, and many people recognized the identity of the sheep snake.

Some people subconsciously wanted to pull out their swords, and only after touching the air did they secretly scream bad, many of them came to Nanliang County early, knowing the existence of the sword solving stone, and did not bring swords here at all.

"King's Authority?"

The sheep snake stood coldly, his arm hanging, and a hideous scimitar seven feet long had appeared in his palm:

"I heard that you have set up a sword stone under this mountain, it seems to be meaningless.......

His voice was neither high nor low, but the mockery in it was overflowing.

In front of the mountain gate, I don't know how many people secretly changed color.

"Let you go up the mountain with a knife......"

An Qisheng put his hands on the Taishi chair, and his expression was quiet with a hint of coldness:

"I'm afraid that you won't be convinced enough to die!"