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The appearance of the man undoubtedly saved Linglong Pavilion.

Although his identity has not yet been clarified, there is no doubt that his words still have some weight in the hearts of everyone. So everyone stopped their hands at that time.

"In the Lower Linglong Pavilion to teach Ning Zhumang, thank you for your righteous action, but I don't know what Your Excellency should call it?"

As the head of the sect, Ning Zhumang took a step at that time, walked up to the man, and asked with his hand towards the man.

"The Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, ink dust. But before the man could respond, Zhong Changhate on the side said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly gasped and cast their eyes on the man.

The man nodded and admitted his identity, and his eyes swept over everyone's bodies for a while, and he stayed on Xu Han's body for a while, and then looked at Zhong Changhe on the side, and said: "Thirty years ago, when the Sword Tomb was goodbye, Brother Zhong's cultivation has improved again. ”

Zhong Chang hated and smiled bitterly when he heard this, the gap between the two had already been exposed in the battle with the little monk, and he could understand why his master was so obsessed with it back then.

Some people, even though you have tried your best, but still find it difficult to match, such a feeling is indeed enough to lead people astray.

At this time, Ning Zhumang also finished digesting the shocking news that the man in front of him was the legendary tomb keeper.

"It turned out to be a mausoleum keeper. I just don't know who this demon monk is?" he asked in a deep voice.

It's just that this question was asked by Ning Zhumang as a matter of the last time.

"Ahh

A panicked exclamation suddenly sounded. But I saw two figures slowly falling from the sky and coming to the man's side.

Both of them were also dressed in black, and one was a young man who looked no more than in his early twenties, and his expression was panicked, and the exclamation that had come from his mouth was the one that came from his mouth. The other is a girl who looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is extremely beautiful, especially those purple eyes, which are strange and beautiful, and they are very seductive. But the strange thing was that although she was still young, the expression on her face was extremely indifferent, not in the least like the young man beside him.

"Companions. It seemed to see that the arrival of the two had brought some doubts to everyone present, and Mo Chenzi said at that time. Then the conversation changed, and he said: "I don't know what the little monk Fang Cai is, but he seems to have been planted with some kind of seal, and the battle between Fang Cai and Brother Zhong undoubtedly awakened the power of his seal a little, if we chase him and he is forced to die, I am afraid that he will inevitably do something terrifying, and I dare not guarantee that he will be able to take it down at that time." ”

Mo Chenzi's words were vague, he seemed to know something but didn't want to say it clearly, but after all, he helped Linglong Pavilion, and there were many people here, so Ning Zhumang didn't want to ask too much, so he smiled slightly and asked, "I don't know what Brother Mo is talking about when he came to my Linglong Pavilion this time?"

The responsibility of the mausoleum keeper is heavy, especially after the incident of stealing the sword from the sea thirty years ago, as one of the only two remaining mausoleum keepers, he rarely walks out of the sword mausoleum, and Mo Chenzi suddenly appeared in Ning Zhumang's opinion, and the plan will not be as simple as a coincidence. At that time, he couldn't help but glance at Xu Han not far away from the corner of his eye, in his opinion, the only possibility that could cause the tomb keeper to walk out of the sword mound and come to the Linglong Pavilion was the heir of the sea flow.

He couldn't figure out Jianling's attitude towards the sea current, and he couldn't help but secretly weigh it at that time, if Mo Chenzi asked him to ask for someone, would Xu Hanbao be safe?

Although the contact with Xu Han these days, coupled with Xu Han's sacrifice of his life to protect everyone in Yanlai, made Ning Zhumang's sense of this young man quite good.

But he knew very well what his original intention was to contact Xu Han.

What he values is the relationship between Xu Han and the Tiance Mansion, which may be able to bring some turn for the wind and rain of the Linglong Pavilion one day in the future, but it is very debatable whether this relationship is worth fighting with the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb.

"Him. But soon, the man dispelled Ning Zhumang's concerns, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man who had just fallen beside him.

Hearing this, everyone could not help but set their eyes on the young man.

It's just that the young man seems to be still silent and dragged by the girl in the panic of flying away in the sky, at this moment his face is pale, and he can't help but lean on the side and retch, thinking that the flying away is not a very good experience for him.

The surrounding voices suddenly fell silent.

The young man seemed to have sensed it at that time, he stopped his embarrassed movements, slowly raised his head to look at everyone, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him at that time, the young man's face turned red, and he hurriedly stood up straight, trying to hide the previous embarrassment.

"Who is this?" Ning Zhumang frowned, obviously not recognizing the identity of this young man. /p> "Meng Liang!" said the young man, raising his eyebrows.

Like a peacock with the screen open, waiting for the expected admiration.

"Meng Liang?" And as he expected, after hearing the name, there was indeed a burst of exclamation in the crowd.

If you want to say what is the most talked about in the rivers and lakes of the Great Zhou Dynasty today, I am afraid it is not the Northern Xinjiang Wang Muji who can't avoid the war over there, nor the upcoming Daoist Conference.

It's the disciple from the mountain who came from Chen Guo and challenged the younger generation of kendo geniuses of the Great Zhou all the way - Meng Liang!

Even Yue Chengpeng, the son of Yue Fuyao of Heaven Dou City, was defeated by his sword, and the only one among the younger generation who could defeat this powerful Meng Liang was Chen Xuanji, a high-ranking disciple who Zhong Chang hated.

This battle is not only about who is the name of the world's number one kendo genius, but also about the face of the rivers and lakes of the Great Zhou.

Therefore, for this battle, everyone in the world can be said to be extremely concerned.

It's just that the people of the Linglong Pavilion couldn't imagine that this rumored kendo genius would appear in such a way... Larger than life.

Meng Liang naturally felt the strange gaze of everyone at that time, and his face inevitably turned red, but he was unwilling to lose the face of Lishan and Chen Guo.

Bang dang!

Hearing a crisp sound, the long sword behind him was unsheathed, and Meng Liang held the long sword in his hand and stood with his head held high.

"What about Chen Xuanji, the disciple of the mountain Meng Liang is seeking battle!" he shouted loudly at that time, he felt that the only way to alleviate his embarrassment at the moment was to defeat that Chen Xuanji with the sword in his hand in front of everyone.

And he did get the effect he wanted.

At that moment, he was magnificent, with a sharp sword in his hand, and the sword intent around his body was clean, but he really looked like a young swordsman.

The people around him did give them wary or amazed glances at that time.

Meng Liang was very satisfied with this, he raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth, and was about to invite another battle.

But before the words reached his mouth, the dizziness of being pulled away by the girl came again, and his stomach turned upside down.

As a result, this disciple who had only been majestic for more than ten years leaned down again, and retched in front of the thousands of disciples of Linglong Pavilion with a pale face......

(End of chapter)