In the evening, a meeting was held on the Lotus Peak, and the strange thing was that this meeting, except for the drunken Taoist people of Tiantai Peak, the Nine Ancestors of Tianyan actually gathered eight people, since the Beihai War, there was no such grand occasion! It was really rare, rare.

The young man in red was proudly independent, with no expression on his cold face, and his eyes were so bright that people didn't dare to look at him directly. It is the Lord of the Seven Star Pavilion of Fuhu Peak who has won the Longyuan Sword, and Yan has not returned!

The second person, clean and clean, looks like a butcher with a fierce face, is the master of the Demon Slaying Pavilion of Tianzhu Peak, Beiluoyan!

The third person, five short figures, like a Jianghu Langzhong, is the elder of Shiwangfeng's Chuan Gong Pavilion, Jiao Xi!

The fourth person, with three long beards and a dragon and phoenix robe, is the most dusty, listening to the lord of the rain pavilion for Furong Peak, Xiao Xiangzi!

The fifth person, dressed in a flower robe like a swinger, half-squinted as if he hadn't woken up, of course it was the master of Duxiu Peak Tiance Mansion, Wang Shichong!

The other three people, in charge of the sect pastor Fan Chen, sat on the top and were the masters of the Ziwei Pavilion of Lotus Peak; Lu Junwu, who was holding a small pure gold sword on the left, was the envoy of the Qimen Pavilion of Wulao Peak; and Lu Junwen, who was holding the jade abacus on the right, was the treasure envoy of the Immortal Pavilion of Luohan Peak.

The eight of them, plus the drunken Taoists, are the Nine Ancestors of Tianyan, in no particular order.

In the attic, only the knife in Mu Fanchen's hand and the wood sounded together, and Wang Shichong's slight snoring, Mu Fanchen carved another knife to wake up Wang Shichong in his dream. smiled slightly, "Do you still have any objections to this meeting?"

Beiluoyan responded: "The eight disciples who participated in the martial arts this time, except for the Duxiu Peak Master, the other seven are all in the Jindan Realm, so it is better to ......."

Hearing the meaning of this, he has the intention of replacing all the seven disciples, because he is not afraid of offending the other peak masters here. Mu Fanchen, who was slightly frightened, had no choice but to interrupt his words again and looked at Wang Shichong, who was respecting the last position, "What is Duxiufeng's idea?"

Beiluoyan suddenly remembered that this nephew was very strong, and the corner of his eye also looked at him, and he was unmoved when he smiled faintly.

I only heard Wang Shichong speak: "Since the sect leader has such Yaxing, I will play with those disciples tomorrow." ”

Mu Fanchen hummed lightly, took out a wooden card from his sleeve, used his finger as a knife, wrote down a few lines of text, and turned his head to look to the right, "Junwen, you pass this card to Qin Feng, let him go to Langya Mountain in Chuzhou, be sure to hand over this card to the Ganzhang Sect, and then go to Zhenjiang after getting the consent of the Ganzhang Sect, and instruct Shenjian Zhuang to select two disciples to be a foil for my Tianyan Sect disciples." ”

Lu Junwen, who was appointed, received the wooden plaque but did not receive the order, his face showed his concern, and he persuaded: "Sect master, this language seems to have the meaning of the edict of the Divine Arrow Village, it is not appropriate." ”

Mu Fanchen smiled and said indifferently: "It's just a declining sect that can be wiped out, what a way." ”

In a few words, the big competition of tomorrow was set, and the follow-up matters, Mu Fanchen waved his hand, everyone retreated, and when they were quiet on the Lotus Peak, Mu Fanchen walked out of the pavilion.

Just after nightfall, the cold mountain wind stirred up his blue robe, blowing his hair in a bun, and his hair flew out, and he could see some green silk that had changed his white hair in some year and month.

Alone, standing outside Ziwei Pavilion in a daze as always, the disciples in the door have long been accustomed to his quirks.

Few people know that this Lingyang Mountain is like a lotus flower, and there is a lock demon pagoda in the middle of the empty stamens, quietly emitting red light, and occasionally a few traces of black light will flash in the red light, but there is still a remnant of sin that has not been refined.

Mu Fanchen, who was very handsome, seemed to be much older at the moment when these few rays of black light appeared, his slender body was shrouded in snow-white moonlight, looking a little lonely, and muttered: "Cadre, do you miss Mo Xie?"

The sword spirit of the sword has long since dissipated, and the lock demon pagoda that has now turned into this Ziwei Pavilion floats and rises like a dead thing, and naturally it will not answer his words.

Mu Fanchen sighed, and then said: "This catastrophe should be on the Duxiu Peak Lord, and I don't know if he can bring back the 'Mo Evil', if not, I'm afraid you won't be able to suppress him." ”

The Lock Demon Tower shook violently, and the black gas on the red light was also a little thicker, as if the big demon in it heard Mu Fanchen's words and issued a provocation.

On Duxiu Peak, there are different scenes,

There are people dancing swords in the courtyard, the sword wind is whistling, sometimes it turns into flames, sometimes it turns into a flowing wind, sometimes a little cold light appears, the swordsmanship of Chongming is gradually getting better, and then a sword explodes the thunder fire, and the footsteps are heard.

Wang Shichong put away his sword, his face showed a little displeasure, "You old man, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to win tomorrow's leader, and you'll urge me to fail again." ”

Bei Luoyan hummed lightly in response, and said seriously: "Chong'er, tomorrow's martial arts competition, you must protect this Duxiu Peak." ”

Wang Shichong's face was full of indifference, and he secretly said in his heart that this old man was still as troublesome as ever, and nodded again and again: "I know, I know, you can rest assured." ”

"Do you think you are the Shepherd Sect, Huang Mingjing killed Jin Dan, Jin Dan killed the Yuan Shen, and he has not tasted a defeat in his cultivation so far, save you, in case the position of the peak master is taken away, I see how you cry. Beiluoyan twisted his head and shouted loudly.

Hearing him talk about Mu Fanchen, Wang Shichong was interested, and shouted: "It is rumored that there is a treasure in the palm of the sect, called Fantianyin, turning over his hands ruthlessly and patting his brain, if I cultivate to Dacheng, I will ask the power of Fantianyin!"

With such a crazy appearance, Beiluoyan was also speechless, and suddenly said seriously: "Stop drinking and draw your sword, and kill demons." You know it!"

Demons are not all evil things, Wang Shichong was unhappy in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Kill demons and eliminate demons, why can't they coexist." ”

Beiluoyan's eyes flashed with a shocking coldness, and he snorted heavily: "Demons and the like, stubborn, like beasts, quiet as filth." I can't kill all the demons in the world, and comfort the spirits of the ancestors of the past generations in the sky. ”

"The boy was taught. Wang Shichong saluted again, and sighed secretly in his heart, during the day, the Shepherd Sect ordered Qin Feng to go down the mountain and ask someone to find the sword, and now this uncle's admonition.

It should be tomorrow that the first or two martial arts players will be sent down the mountain to find Mo Evil Sword.

He remembered an old man under the mountain, or rather, an old demon!

......

......

"If you don't go to the rooftop, you don't come. "I came to Lingyang Mountain, but I didn't come to the top of the rooftop, so it's better not to come.

There is also a pavilion on the Tiantai Peak, it is the place to pay tribute to the sages of the Tianyan Sect in the past dynasties, it is called the Tiantai Temple, the front of the temple is the top of the front, you don't feel how to come up, but if you look back when you go, you will know the mystery.

The competition was held at the top of this rooftop.

A red sword light burst in, as if tearing through the sky!

The hearts of the eight disciples on the top jumped, and the desire to capture the sword light with their eyes had just risen in their hearts, but they found that the red sword light had long since disappeared.

Looking at it again, it was Yan Weihui who came, he raised his hand to suppress the words that everyone had reached his throat, and said in a deep voice: "This martial arts is a game and a sword competition, although it is ordinary, but I hope you don't be lazy." ”

As soon as the words fell, he pinched his hand and shouted, "The chess game is open!"

The surface of this square flashed with light, and in front of each of the eight disciples appeared a stone chessboard, with no solution to the endgame, named "Shengtian Banzi".