Wang Meng once again entered the bluestone square in his dream, and once again followed the black and transparent figure to cultivate.

When I woke up, I saw Li Muyi standing by the bed again. Once again, I saw a hazy cloud of smoke above his head. However, in the blink of an eye, the smoke disappeared again.

For several days, every time Wang Meng fell asleep, as soon as he fell asleep, he would enter the dream, and follow the black and transparent figure to practice that strange mental method. This has become the biggest secret in Wang Meng's heart, and he has not told anyone about it, because he believes that he really met an immortal in the Valley of Immortals that day!

When I woke up again, I couldn't see the maid by the bed, only Li Mu was dressed in white like snow and had a frosty face. Still, Wang Meng would see the "qi" on Li Mu's head at first sight, and then, every time he was stunned and blinked, the "qi" would disappear again.

Today is the day of the township trial list. There is no need to guess, everyone knows that Young Master Wang must be one of the more than 100 people.

Wang Meng and ...... Entering the bluestone paved square once, and following those black transparent figures once and again, breathing in that little fluorescence. When I woke up once, the first thing I still saw was my swordsman Li Muyi.

This couldn't help but remind Wang Meng of the first time he saw Li Muyi.

More than a year ago, Wang Meng was forcibly sent back to Shuzhong. Then he followed his old lady into the legendary place. It was there that Wang Meng learned for the first time what 'hell' was. Those were the most 'painful' years he had ever lived since he was born.

But after that period of time, he, a person who never practiced martial arts seriously and had supreme internal skills, is still a third-rate martial artist in the rivers and lakes, and he has been forced to train to become a first-class martial artist.

In the rivers and lakes, a person who is familiar with a superficial internal skill and masters a good martial art can be called a third-rate.

The first glimpse of martial arts, the cultivation of more orthodox inheritance of kung fu, internal and external skills have a certain foundation, much stronger and faster than ordinary people, this is called second-rate.

Martial arts enter the room, master several superior martial arts, and there are no obvious shortcomings in the internal force moves, and there are decades of cultivation (here decades of cultivation refers to the kind of ordinary internal strength training time). can rely on internal force to strengthen itself, and perform all kinds of powerful martial arts that ordinary people can only embroider their legs. This is called first-class.

Fortunately, Young Master Wang finally survived. Well, in fact, Young Master Wang also wanted to die at that time. But there, there were always masters secretly observing him, and as soon as he made an abnormal move, a finger wind would hit him. Then punish him for doubling his training......

Anyway, a year later, when the old lady came to pick him up again, he hugged the old lady's leg on the spot and cried bitterly. When he left there, the old lady took him to meet the "master" of the place. In fact, the "master" here is also Wang Meng's ancestor, an old monster who doesn't know how long he has lived.

Of course, Wang Meng couldn't see the true face of this ancestor, he only saw one person. The man stood in the middle of the hall with a sharp edge like a sword about to be unsheathed. He was dressed in white and snowy, carrying a sword on his back, his face was like a crown of jade, and under his sword eyebrows were a pair of narrow eyes. As soon as those long and narrow eyes opened and closed, they only felt a slight storm of sword qi swirling in those pupils.

He stood in the middle of the hall with his arms folded, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had no interest in anything in the world. No, he was only interested in "swords"! And as soon as Wang Meng walked into the hall, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly opened his narrow eyes and looked towards Wang Meng, and suddenly there seemed to be a cold sword light flashing in the hall, which made Wang Meng's crotch tremble violently.

At this moment, an ethereal voice suddenly sounded, as if whispering in Wang Meng's ear.

"Li Muyi, from now on you are the contemporary swordsman of my Sword Pool! And you, Wang Meng! From now on, you are the young master of Sword Pool, the 'master' of the next generation here! Now, you Li Muyi, swear to your 'master'!"

Wang Meng listened to this in a daze, and the sudden surprise did not destroy his mind, he just didn't understand a little, why me? Aren't there five brothers above me, including my father? I can't afford such a big burden! I just want to be a man who bullies men and women! I don't want to care about this world, this world continent, I don't want to care at all!

I have to say that Young Master Wang has a clear understanding of himself, and his positioning is quite accurate. However, woe to people who sit at home...... No, no, no, it was a super surprise that fell from the Nine Heavens. smashed Wang Shao so that all his internal organs were damaged, and he was unconscious.

Wang Meng wanted to open his mouth to object, expressing that he just wanted to live in this world as a "rice worm". But no matter how much he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word.

At this time, the white-clothed swordsman named Li Muyi opened his eyes again and looked at him. Wang Meng was extremely clear, and he was extremely sure to see that the corner of this guy named Li Muyi twitched, his brows furrowed, his mouth buzzed slightly, and he seemed to want to say something.

However, in the end, Li Muyi still recovered his face like a cold sword and walked towards Wang Meng step by step.

As soon as Li Muyi came to Wang Meng, all the hesitation, all the entanglements, all the unwillingness, and even the negativity were all suppressed by his great will. Then he pushed the mountain of gold and knelt down on one knee in front of Wang Meng like a jade pillar. Then, he untied the sword on his back, held the sword in his chest, and then slowly looked up at Wang Meng. But Wang Meng felt that this guy was not looking at him, but at the beams of the hall.

As soon as Li Muyi spoke, his voice was the same as that of others, with a slight chill in it: "I, Li Muyi, swear that from now on I will live as the sword servant of 'Wang Meng'." Everything about the master, is everything to me. I will be the master's feet, the master's hands, and the master's sword! I will assist the master and make the 'Sword Pool' the master of this world one day in the future!"

Speaking of this, Li Muyi paused, and Wang Meng finally saw that the pupils in his eyes focused on him. Li Mu paused for a moment and then continued to swear: "I will live and die with the 'master', advance and retreat together, I will become the shadow of the 'master', sweeping away all obstacles in front of the 'master'!"

Li Muyi's oath is over here.

At this moment, Wang Meng heard a sky-shattering roar coming from outside, as if it was like the legendary dragon roar.

"Good!" the master of the sword pool also snorted at this time. Then a Yingying flying sword flew out of the back hall, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced Li Muyi in front of Wang Meng's eyes. However, to Wang Meng's great surprise, the flying sword did not hurt Li Muyi, but 'drilled' into Li Muyi's body.