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"About the sect?"

"Yes, you must be the head of at least one sect and be familiar with the operation of the sect. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)" Mengyuan said: "Different from the world we have experienced in the past, in this world, the Lord God clearly stipulates the establishment of the sect, and there must be something famous in it, and what also inspires me is our opponent this time." ”

"You're saying that the timing of the formation of the Haoqi Alliance was not perfect?" Su Ying said.

"That's right, although I haven't fully understood what it means for us to be a sect, but it is of great significance to see that the other party established a sect early, which shows that this sect is in the advanced plot stage. As for the operation of the sect, I deliberately left Feng Buping, hoping to learn something from him. But before we think about victory, we think about defeat first, I guess that once the sect is established, it will not only help us to a certain extent, but also a weakness for us, and if the sect we established is destroyed, it is likely that there will be severe punishment. ”

"In other words, the original practice of hiding without a trace and secretly calculating others is restricted in advanced plots?"

"Well, that's probably the case." Dream Abyss Road.

"I understand, such as the righteous father, the undefeated East, and the highest force in this world like Shaolin and Wudang, it is impossible for the Lord God to let us use them as we want, but according to the practice of the Haoran team, it should be allowed to borrow their strength to give us a protective umbrella."

"That's right, even if I'm not in the villa, with you and Feng seniors in charge, plus those disciples in the village now, I want to protect myself, this is the first high-level plot we have experienced, so it's better to be cautious. Whether it is Feng Buping, Zuo Lengchan, or even the Haoran team, they are all our teachers, and we must learn from their experience and prepare for our future. Meng Yuan finally said.

On this day, the Sword Sect Villa is particularly lively, at the entrance of the tall Villa, there is a plaque draped in red cloth, which is a plaque mentioned by Zuo Lengchan himself, four big characters "Huashan Sword Sect" silver hook iron stroke, extremely hard work. At the gate, Meng Yuan and Feng Buping were each wearing white "colored" clothes, and the long sword tassels on their shoulders fluttered in the wind, and they were extraordinary.

Huashan Sword Sect, the young people in the martial arts may be a little unfamiliar, but everyone who is a little older, still knows that Huashan has such a sword sect, so whether it is looking at the face of the Wuyue Sword Sect, or looking at the face of Zuo Leng Chanyue, there are some identities in the martial arts, how many will come to watch the ceremony, of course, Shaolin, Wudang as a martial arts master, and because of the factors of the Haoran team, will not come. Even so, the number of people who came far exceeded Feng Buping's expectations, making this Sword Sect heir very beautiful.

In addition to the fact that the Huashan faction has not yet arrived, Songshan is Songyang hand Fei Bin, Hengshan golden-eyed carving Lu Lianrong, Hengshan Dingyi Shitai, and Taishan Yujizi have each brought a group of disciples to congratulate them, which makes Mengyuan quite happy that the long-lost Bai Qifu "woman" also came with the crowd, and it was very funny to see Mengyuan busy like a marquee.

Feng Buping brought these leaders into the inner hall, and Meng Yuan took care of the guests in the outer hall. After a while, a woman in cloth and thorn hairpin accompanied an old man in Tsing Yi to come together, Meng Yuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly greeted him and placed the seat of the two beside him.

"The boy in white has ever seen the daughter of the Sprinkle family." Meng Yuan was busy when he heard a shout, like a bell, which made Meng Yuan's ears uncomfortable for a while. When I turned my head to look, I saw a very tall, extremely fat sloppy monk, standing in the middle of the gate and shouting loudly. It's like an iron tower, blocking a gate tightly.

"Why is this guy?" Meng Yuan frowned slightly, strode to greet him, and sang a promise: "This master, today is the day of the founding of the sect in our village, since you have come here, how about you come in and sit down for a while?" ”

This great monk, who was comparable to Lu Zhishen, raised his head, frowned and said, "Huashan Sword Sect? Am I in the wrong place? Boy, let me ask you, isn't there only one Huashan faction in this Huashan, when did a Laoshizi Sword Sect come out? ”

"This bastard, feelings are here to dismantle the stage?" At this time, when the surrounding guests heard that the monk was unreasonable, they all turned their eyes, and some of them began to whisper.

"Don't quit you bastard, I originally wanted to save your daughter's face, and I didn't want to make trouble for you, but you were embarrassed by yourself, and you can't blame me." Meng Yuan has never been a good person, his face is slightly gloomy, and he has decided to give this bastard a little look.

"Oh, I remember, I remember that a few decades ago, there was a Sword Sect in Huashan, but aren't all the people in the Sword Sect dead."

This monk is naturally the first bastard in the original book and the six immortals of Peach Valley, he blocked the door of the villa, muttering non-stop, and his voice was not small, which made the characters in front of the hall suddenly look wonderful.

"Hmph, it's okay, I'll ask Your Excellency for a few tricks in the future, and let the Jianghu friends see if the disciples of the Sword Sect are really dead."

Meng Yuan snorted coldly, his body stepped forward, and the two fingers of his right hand were raised, and the left hand of the monk was not stopped. How sharp the power of his palm was, just this one movement, there was a whistling in the air, as if a real sword was slashing.

The monk was startled, like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, the cold "hair" all over his body stood up at this moment, and his left hand was slammed back, as if he had been burned by fire.

His "sex" is a reckless bastard, and he has suffered a small loss in the hands of this little sheep-like young man in front of him, where can this face be hanged, he roared, his right hand was stretched, and he grabbed Mengyuan in the chest.

Meng Yuan didn't avoid it at all, his right hand circled, sneered and pointed out three fingers, and continuously pointed to the "acupoint" of the Lao Gong in the palm of the unquit. It was a move Taiyue Sanqingfeng, but this move was issued by him in a square inch, but it was several times more fierce and ferocious than the original move. It's like a poisonous snake with three heads, and it bites out at the same time.

The grasping of the non-precepting monk is one of his unique skills, and it has six or seven points of internal force, don't point it, it is a sharp sword, and it is not hurt to catch it, but before he touched Mengyuan's fingers, a cold cold air has penetrated his protective internal force and penetrated into his palm. If it's really clicked, I guess I don't want this hand.

I only heard the big monk scream, and the man leaned back, fell down like an iron bridge, and kicked the ground with ten fingers, and actually "shot" himself out of the way like an arrow. Being in the air, he only felt a little cold in his palms, and a wisp of ice, along his arm, made him shiver.

But this guy in front of him couldn't let him go, and when the figure flickered, Meng Yuan had already drawn his sword out of its sheath and pasted it like a shadow.

The unprecepted monk was shocked and angry, and in the roar of the tiger, his hands were clenched into fists, and he struck out like pounding garlic, and a series of dull bone sounds sounded from his body, like the sound of wind and thunder.

But his opponent has already unleashed a fast sword, like a howling wind, a hundred and eight style wind fast sword, this was originally a kung fu that could not be flattened and pressed the bottom of the box, but now in the hands of Meng Yuan, it was displayed like this. And the wind fast sword in his hand not only has the stabbing of swordsmanship, but also the slashing of knife skills, which is a fusion of Tian Boguang's fast knife kung fu.

Everyone saw that Mengyuan's sword was faster than a sword, and the wind became louder and louder, faintly, like a north wind calling, and like a stormy wave, sweeping by, wrapping the unprecept in the center. I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart, most of them had seen the face of the Wuyue Sword Sect and Zuo Lengchan and others, but as soon as Mengyuan's sword technique came out, the evaluation of the Huashan Sword Sect was naturally a few points higher.

The unprecepted monk was so aggrieved that his face was blue, he had experienced more than a hundred battles in his life, and he was also a first-class master in the martial arts, but he didn't expect to be firmly "forced" by a long sword of a welcoming disciple, and what annoyed him even more was that the young man on the other side clearly left a spare force, and several times when he could hit him hard, he reduced his strength a few times, but only cut his clothes, leaving a few blood marks on his body. However, Meng Yuan's swordsmanship seemed to be huge, but the threat to him was far inferior to the two blows he used with his fingers at the beginning, at least in the blade of the sword, there was no cold inner breath that contained the frozen bone marrow before.

"Dad, Brother Yuan Meng, don't fight."

These two people fought so quietly, they had already alarmed the people in the villa, and other disciples of the Wuyue Sword Sect also came out to watch, and their own teachers and elders faced the disciples under the sect, and the two people who were fighting were very serious, but they were anxious for the villain of the Hengshan Sect, and they shouted nervously.

"You bastard monk, for your daughter's sake, I'll let you go today." Meng Yuan said, and the long sword circled and jumped out of the circle.

Everyone saw that the clothes on his left shoulder were torn, which should have been shattered by the unquit fist wind, just this battle, Meng Yuan did not use the protective qi, but only relied on swordsmanship to deal with the other party, after all, it was not as strong as when he was at full strength.

The non-ordained monks were much more wolf-bèi, a greasy monk's robe had been turned into a beggar's outfit, and when the wind blew, a rag left his body. There are more than a dozen blood marks on the body. At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief, obvious sweat stains appeared on his forehead, and looking at Meng Yuan's eyes, it was like seeing a ghost.

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