Stepping on the somewhat empty Cambridge in mid-air and the towering stone sword on the other side of the cliff, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wuxu were completely frightened. Li Ningyang, who was behind Mujing Road, also looked at the mountain gate of the Sword Pavilion with a shocked face, and followed the footsteps of Mujing Road with a little stunned.

"Brother Mu, is this what you call a small sect?" Arriving at the stone sword in front of the gate of Sword Pavilion Mountain, Xie Bi'an looked at Mu Jinglu with a pale face, and asked in disbelief.

Mu Jinglu chuckled lightly and replied casually: "Yes, except for the mountain gate, which is a little bigger, there are indeed less than ten disciples. None of the denominations that are in the stream are counted. ”

Brother Mu, is it okay not to play with people like this? This is the Sword Pavilion! The legendary Sword Pavilion! To some extent, a sect that is even more domineering than the ten major sects today? Can this be called a small sect?

Xie Bi'an roared secretly, and a sullen breath blocked his heart, making Xie Bi'an's face red.

After Li Ningyang was shocked, all that was left was excitement. The Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion that had disappeared for more than a thousand years, actually appeared in front of him. The more Li Ningyang thought about it, the more excited he became, and then he couldn't help but step forward and stretched out his hand to touch the stone sword in front of the gate of Sword Pavilion Mountain.

Boom! The moment Li Ningyang touched the stone sword, Li Ningyang's vision changed instantaneously.

Mu Jinglu looked at Li Ningyang, who had lost his mind, and did not stop it, but was happy for Li Ningyang from the bottom of his heart. Disciples who worship the Sword Pavilion, no matter what position they have, have the right to learn the way of the sword from the stone sword.

There are rights, but only 12 out of 10 can really understand the way of the sword from the stone sword. And there are even fewer people who can comprehend the sword trick of Tongtian.

Judging from Li Ningyang's appearance at this time, Mu Jinglu felt that Li Ningyang had understood the way of the sword, and his grade would definitely not be too low.

"Chief, can I touch the stone sword now?" Lu Zhu looked envious from the side, and asked as he looked at Mu Jinglu worriedly. Mu Jinglu chuckled and nodded: "That's nature. But wait a minute, and you'll go back after Brother Tie Guan understands it. ”

When Lu Zhu heard this, he nodded excitedly, and looked at the huge stone sword in front of him with bright eyes.

"Brother Mu..." Fan Wusu was also excited, looking at Mu Jinglu with an expectant look.

What did Fan Wusu want to ask, but Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu were not from the Sword Pavilion, and the Mujing Road spread his hands with some regret, but said regretfully: "Don't be envious of the two eldest brothers, if you want to touch the stone sword, you must become a disciple of the Sword Pavilion." ”

"If you are not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, you can't get the favor of the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion by worshipping the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion, even if the younger brother makes it convenient for the two eldest brothers, there will be no reaction when you touch the stone sword. ”

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu listened, and Fang Cai's excitement was only left with a helpless wry smile.

For about half an hour, Li Ningyang, who had been stunned, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yin God Slash!Go!" Li Ningyang, who opened his eyes, suddenly leaped up, and burst into the air with a loud shout.

After Li Ningyang burst into drinking, a phantom that was exactly the same as Li Ningyang suddenly emerged from Li Ningyang's body, and then grew to a height of ten zhang. Li Ningyang, who was in the phantom, showed no signs of limping, stood straight with his legs, and then waved the iron crutch in his hand, which was also a phantom, and slashed at the cliff opposite the gate of the Sword Pavilion Mountain.

A chilling sword light shot out from above Li Ningyang's iron crutch, and with a loud bang, it crashed into the cliff opposite the gate of Sword Pavilion. After two loud bangs, a crack of dozens of feet cracked from the top of the cliff.

After the offensive stopped, the ten-zhang-tall phantom quickly returned to Li Ningyang's body. The phantom returned, Li Ningyang fell down with a thud, and suddenly appeared in front of Mu Jinglu and the others.

"Brother Tie Gui, you're going to invite us to drink now. ”

"Hahaha..."The words of Mu Jinglu made Li Ningyang very happy, and he laughed loudly: "That's nature." The Xie Bi'an brothers and Lu Zhu on the side also congratulated Li Ningyang one after another, with envy on their faces.

Lu Zhu was the most excited, because after Li Ningyang, he could immediately comprehend the earth-shattering sword moves from the stone sword. But before Lu Zhu could get close to the stone sword, an angry roar came from mid-air.

"Where did you come from, grandson, dare to be wild in my Sword Pavilion!" is still the familiar voice, or the familiar figure. The face of the national character, the tall and sturdy body, and the angry face on the face, did not change in the slightest.

"Elder Zhang, do you want a grandson so much?" Mu Jinglu chuckled, looking up at Zhang Muchen who was about to fall in front of everyone.

"Uh?! It turned out to be the chief. Just like the first time Mu Jing Lu came to the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate, Zhang Muchen, who was originally angry, suddenly laughed flatteringly, strode in front of Mu Jing Lu, patted Mu Jing Lu's shoulder fiercely and said, "You kid go out to play comfortably, come on, tell me what the Xuanwei Continent is like now?"

"Can you get down to business first?" Mu Jinglu looked at Zhang Muchen with a dark face, and had the urge to hit someone.

Zhang Muchen didn't feel embarrassed at all, stepped in front of Li Ningyang, stretched out his right hand and hooked Li Ningyang's shoulder and said happily: "Brother, congratulations." Being able to comprehend sword moves from the stone sword will be great in the future. In the future, I will cover this brother. ”

Zhang Muchen's behavior frightened Li Ningyang a lot, and he quickly pushed Zhang Muchen away and said respectfully: "The elder said that he laughed, the disciple will have to learn more from the elder in the future." ”

Seeing that Li Ningyang was so serious, the corners of Zhang Muchen's mouth twitched, and he muttered unhappily: "It's boring." ”

"These two are..."

Seeing that Zhang Muchen was finally a little serious, Mu Jinglu hurriedly explained: "Before entering the cabinet, they saved me and my mother. Mu Jinglu said, glaring at Zhang Muchen.

"Chief, what's wrong with you, your eyes are uncomfortable, why do you keep pumping dry?" Zhang Muchen looked at the pastoral path with an innocent face and asked curiously.

"Ahem..."Mu Jinglu coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, stroked his chest and said softly: "It's okay, I feel the wind chill, I feel the wind chill occasionally." ”

The conversation between the two shocked Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu into a daze. What's the situation? Can the elders of the First Pavilion be serious? And you, the chief, how can you say that you are also an orange-level perfect monk, and you can still feel the wind and cold occasionally? Teasing us!

"Since he is the chief benefactor, he is the benefactor of my Sword Pavilion. Zhang Muchen didn't give Xie Bi'an and the two of them time to react, and stepped forward and arched his hand to the two of them: "Please ask the two benefactors to go into the mountain to rest." ”

"You're welcome. Zhang Muchen's changeability stopped Fan Wusheng, who had never been convinced of anything, and gave up his hands with a worried face, and hurriedly followed Zhang Muchen's footsteps, crossed the mountain gate of the Sword Pavilion, and walked towards the top of the Sword Pavilion.

"Brother Tie Gui, you are here to accompany Brother Hanzi to understand the stone sword, I will go up with them first. Mu Jinglu turned to Li Ningyang and instructed, and then said to Lu Zhu: "Brother Hanzi, don't take Shi Jian's understanding too seriously. This stone sword will only show different sword moves to the monk who is He Jianxian. ”

Lu Zhu nodded after hearing this, indicating that he understood. It's just that the light shining in Lu Zhu's eyes makes Mu Jinglu a little worried about how Lu Zhu will end up if he doesn't have a harvest.

Although personal fate is not predetermined, after all, not everything will be related to oneself. Even if the pastoral path road has the halo of the protagonist, the current opportunity may not be as domineering as that of some monks.

Mu Jinglu was about to turn around and follow Zhang Muchen's footsteps, when suddenly another person galloped down from the top of the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate.

is still the blue robe, the white ribbon on the bun, and the handsome face with a little bit of non-anger and self-authority, looking like a fairy wind bones. It's just that the corners of the slightly upturned mouth make Mu Jinglu want to chop off this person in mid-air.

"Apprentice, you're slacking!" Jian Ren hadn't landed yet, and the strong shout of Yan Shi's flavor came down from mid-air.

The appearance of Jianren made Zhang Muchen and Lu Zhu, who were about to go up the mountain, slightly startled.

I said that Mu Jinglu not only cultivated to be terrifying, but also had good swordsmanship, so there was such a domineering and stern master. At this time, such a thought appeared in everyone's hearts at the same time, and there was a bit of admiration between their expressions.

The breeze blew, and at the moment when Jianren landed, the cyan robe on Jianren's body was blown up, making Jianren burn the bag. Mu Jinglu looked at Jianren who fell to the ground with a dark face, took two steps forward, glared at Jianren fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Jianren, can you speak human words?"

"Evil obstacles!" Jian Ren suddenly burst out, his clothes flying because of the drumming aura, and his eyes stared at the pastoral path.

Jian Ren's anger made Zhang Muchen and the others sweat. It seems that there is no good fruit to eat on the pasture road today.

It's just that the actions and words taken by the pastoral path made everyone see Jianren clearly.

"Slut Master, if you pretend to be forced again, you may be struck by lightning. Mu Jinglu looked at Jianren with a sly smile, as if he was kindly reminding Jianren. It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that as soon as the words of the Pastoral Road fell, above the gate of the Sword Pavilion, there was a sudden crackling loud noise, and the flat ground thundered, which scared everyone, and even the Pastoral Path Road and Jianren who were talking to each other trembled.

After the thunder sounded, Jian Ren's face changed, and he said with a bit of pleading: "I said that there are outsiders, can you give some face?"

"Outsiders?" Mu Jinglu looked around and chuckled, "Master, don't worry, there will be no outsiders here soon." ”

Mu Jinglu's words, everyone didn't take it to heart, and what made everyone's jaws drop was the sudden change in Jianren's painting style and behavior. Especially the two Xie Bi'an brothers, Lu Zhu and Li Ningyang, who had never seen Jianren, all looked at Mu Jinglu and Jianren with their mouths wide open.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."Jian Ren coughed a few times in embarrassment, trying to make himself look serious and said: "As a teacher, no joke, with your qualifications, at least you should cultivate at the Yellow Rank at this time, why do you stay at the Orange Rank?"

"It's complicated. Mu Jinglu walked past Jianren by himself, "Let's go to the mountain gate first, and wait for the disciple to tell the master in detail." ”

"That's very good. Kenren seemed to want to save his face, his left hand was behind his back, and with a move of his right hand, a silver long sword came out, and then carrying Kenren, the imperial sword disappeared in front of the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate.