After Leng Wen left, he saw that there was no one around, and then his mind moved, and the Eight Treasures came out, he leaped up, and then hurried with the Eight Treasures, heading towards the distance...

When the sun is setting and night is about to invade the land. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the ancient road, a young man, riding a green wind horse, was galloping.

This person is Leng Wenxuan, and the Qingfeng Horse under his crotch is transformed by Eight Treasures.

Leng Wenxuan looked at an ancient city like a behemoth in the distance, and finally rushed back.

"Dongzhou City!" as it gradually approached, but seeing this ancient city, it was like rising from the ground, the city was dozens of feet high, and it was hundreds of miles long. The city gate alone is ten zhang high and 100 meters wide. Above it are three quaint big letters!

Leng Wenxuan flashed into the forest, and when he reappeared, he walked out, a small pony ornament, tied with silver thread, hanging on his neck, and in front of his chest, constantly swinging with his steps...

On the ancient road, there are more than a dozen figures, heading towards the city.

So he also followed the crowd to the front of the ancient city. But I saw more than a dozen people in front of me standing at both ends, like guards.

But seeing that the crowd did not stop at all, they went directly into the city. Leng Wenxuan came to the city gate and glanced casually at both sides.

But when I saw these dozen people, they were all dressed in white robes, and on their chests, they were inlaid with a colorful word "sword".

Looking at this word, Leng Wenxuan's heart moved, "Ten Thousand Sword Mountain!"

Wanjian Mountain, the first force in Dongzhou, its disciples are all exquisitely cultivated, the master of Wanjian Mountain, Wanjian Yi, cultivation is even more unfathomable, and there is a faint trend of unifying Dongzhou.

Leng Wenxuan thought about the words he had heard the Lieyang disciple talk about by chance, and his eyes were full of awe when he looked at the Ten Thousand Swords disciple.

Those who are not potential, how can they enter ten thousand swords! Those who are not arrogant in heaven can move ten thousand swords. If you are not a ten thousand swords, how can you be proud of Dongzhou!

"Get out of the way!" Suddenly, one of the Ten Thousand Swords disciples shouted, and then the other Ten Thousand Swords disciples drove everyone to both sides of the city gate.

Leng Wenxuan sensed those Ten Thousand Sword disciples and found that their cultivation was all in the Xuanling Realm, and they were all higher than him, and the people who spoke before had their cultivation like a wave, and they had even reached the Xuanye Realm!

He was squeezed in the rear, and behind him was the cold city wall, although he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, but Wanjian Mountain was like an eternal mountain in front of him, how dare he, easily lead the anger of the mountain.

He also had curiosity in his heart, looking at this situation, this Ten Thousand Swords disciple seemed to be cleaning the road, but he didn't know why?

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, several sky-breaking bodies sounded, and then above Leng Wenxuan and the others' heads, a long sword appeared in front of the city gate.

On each long sword, there was a person standing steadily, these people, both men and women.

"Senior Brother Daoyi!" In front of the city gate, the Ten Thousand Swords disciple stood in front of everyone, knelt down on one knee, and shouted respectfully in front of a young man in a dark green robe and a jade tree in the wind.

"Daoyi!"

"Could it be Zhang Daoyi!"

"I didn't expect to see this person here today, it's really rare, rare!"

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Leng Wenxuan listened to the people around him, whispered comments, and was extremely envious in his heart. Although he hadn't heard of this person, from everyone's talk and the respectful words of the Ten Thousand Swords disciples, he thought that this person was in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and he must have been in the mix.

When everyone heard this, it was Zhang Daoyi of Wanjian Mountain, and they all squeezed forward. Leng Wenxuan was very helpless, smiled bitterly, and was squeezed to the back by everyone.

He could only see the crowd in front of him stirring, and suddenly a voice shocked his heart, "Senior brother, please!"

Hold on to these three words, but because of some distance, he is not sure for a while.

Then the sound of breaking the sky sounded again, and Zhang Daoyi and the others flew directly into the city with a long sword. In front of the city gate, it returned to normal again, Leng Wenxuan seemed to be a little absent-minded, his brows were furrowed, and he slowly walked into the city.

As soon as he entered the city gate, he was amazed by a different scene.

The traffic is busy, the crowd of people, the sound of discussion, the sound of selling, etc., mixed together, but I didn't expect that at night, the city is still full of people, lively and extraordinary.

"This old man, may I ask how the Xue family is leaving?" Leng Wenxuan asked when he saw an old man who was full of rickets.

"Go straight for a hundred steps, turn left for fifty steps, and go straight and you'll be there!" the old man paused for a moment when he heard this, and then said slowly.

"Thank you!" Leng Wenxuan clenched his fists, thanked him, and hurried away. Disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, another one looking for death!" The old man looked at Leng Wenxuan's disappearing figure and shook his head helplessly.

Leng Wenxuan followed the old man's instructions, hurried all the way, and stopped in front of a mansion.

But I saw that there were two mighty stone lions in front of the door, and there were four men standing on both sides, and on the two closed doors that were three meters high and two meters wide, there were two golden characters engraved: "Xue Zhuan!"

"Stop, who are you!" A man looked at Leng Wenxuan, stepped forward, and snapped, and then the other three came to the man who had broken off drinking, lined up, and looked at him vigilantly.

"I don't know if Xue Wanfeng is here..."Seeing this, Leng Wenxuan was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained, but as soon as these words came out, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It should be that when these four people heard that he was looking for Xue Wanfeng, they took out their weapons one after another, their eyes were full of hostility, and they had a tendency to make a move.

"Xue Hai!" At this moment, just as the saber was rattling, Xue Zhuan's door slowly opened, and then a figure hurriedly walked out. Seeing this, Leng Wenxuan's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.

"You, you, Wen Xuan!" Xue Hai heard someone calling him, raised his head, looked at it, and then said in surprise.

"Wenxuan, it's really you!" Xue Hai quickly came to Leng Wenxuan's side and said happily, there was a sudden change in the forest of the Lieyang Sect, and many disciples lost their lives because of this.

Gradually, there was a news about the registered disciple going to meet the opportunity and meeting the god of death, which was talked about by many registered disciples in Wanshanling, and later through the description, plus Leng Wenxuan did not return for many days, he knew that the named disciple was referring to him.

"Brother Feng is here!" Leng Wenxuan asked directly.

"Yes, I'll take you there!" Xue Hai hurriedly replied when he heard this.

"This is a friend of the young master! Xue Hai turned his head and said to the four people.

"Yes!" the four men said, putting away their weapons as they heard this.

"Xue Hai, is there something wrong with Xue Zhuan!" Leng Wenxuan followed behind Xue Hai, and the people he saw along the way were all vigilant, and their faces were full of worry.

"Let's talk as we go!" Xue Hai sighed, and then led the way in front of him, while telling everything that happened today.

"Father, grandpa has not recovered so far, in three days, what are we going to do!" Xue Wanfeng, standing on the side, said anxiously to a middle-aged man with a sad face.

There are only Xue Wanfeng and his father Xue Lang in this hall. Xue Wanfeng expressed the worry in his heart, but in fact, this is also what Xue Lang is worried about.

"If only the head of the family could heal from his injuries, there is nothing he can do about his father!" Xue Lang said with a helpless sigh.

"I have a way!" At this moment, when the father and son were at a loss, a slightly immature voice came in from outside the door...