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Snowy night cold wind hunting, frost flowers all over the ground, such a sneak attack in the night is absolutely unprepared for the famous sword villa, for this night attack the entire Fumo Mountain is tight-lipped to prevent news leakage, it can be said that it is imperative for the famous sword villa, naturally there is no bad pool, seeing this young man in green shirt who suddenly appeared, although he was unarmed, and there was no aura fluctuation around him, but in order not to startle the snake, Lei Wenwei did not immediately take action against it.

The young man in the green shirt had shoulder-length short hair, he couldn't see men and women clearly, and he could only hear his magnetic voice in the dark night: "In Xia Li Molan, a swordsman in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Swordsman?" Lei Wenwei looked at this young man carefully, he couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, but he must be a beautiful man, such a handsome boy didn't even bring a sword, but he called himself a swordsman, probably without malice, and the mountain lord of Fumo Mountain, who had been in charge of the bull's ear in the small rivers and lakes of Pinghu City, also relaxed.

The other party is obviously not a cultivator, if he is a martial artist, then even if he reaches the first grade, it is not worth mentioning in front of him.

One of his men asked, "Where are you from?"

Lei Wenwei didn't interrupt, but still looked carefully, the young man's cyan robe was not a high-grade fabric, and his appearance could only be seen to be a Shilin boy with a somewhat elegant atmosphere, not like a person with a background, you must know that even if it was a wealthy family in Gusai Prefecture, he had to be polite to him, if he was just an ordinary person with no background, he would not even be qualified to talk to him.

The young man in the green shirt smiled and said, "I am a guest of the Famous Sword Villa, and I will block the way, block your way." ”

Lei Wenwei couldn't help but ask, "Do you know who Lao Tzu is?"

The young man in the green shirt was puzzled: "I really don't know this." ”

A subordinate next to him sneered and said on the side: "Our mountain lord is the master of Fumo Mountain, and hundreds of people up and down are all subordinates of the mountain master, you must know the name of Lei Wenwei of Fumo Mountain, this is our mountain master!"

The so-called hundreds of people up and down Fumo Mountain, most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled or relatives, and there are only dozens of people who are really considered combative, and this night attack on Lei Wenwei has already brought most of the family, and there are only thirty or forty people, but in the end, as long as Lei Wenwei is alive in Fumo Mountain, no one dares to provoke him, not to mention that Lei Wenwei's brother-in-law is still the famous White Bird Sword Liu Wenyang in Gusai Prefecture, this kind of background is also so that ordinary people can't be provoked, so although the overall strength of Fumo Mountain is not as famous, it does have a bit of a background, and no one dares to provoke。

Lei Wenwei, the lord of Fumo Mountain, who doesn't know who doesn't know within a radius of 100 miles?

Li Molan was shocked and surprised, opened her mouth wide and was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time, as if she had heard some legendary name, as if she had met the legendary Dongyu Daozun Old Mr. Bai.

This performance made Lei Wenwei very useful, although the young man in front of him was not even a cultivator, it was estimated that he was the kind of person who dared to go out to study and claim to be a swordsman with a sword on his waist, and he didn't even see the sword, but he still had a little vision, and he actually knew himself.

Lei Wenwei laughed wildly, and his subordinates dutifully said for their mountain master: "Why don't you get out of here?!"

Li Molan stroked her hair, this shoulder-length short hairstyle should be regarded as a renegade in Dongyu, but there was no psychological pressure on him, and he said indifferently: "Lei Wenwei, where is the little person, why haven't I heard of it?"

Of course, this is deliberate, everyone can hear it, Lei Wenwei's face suddenly became gloomy, and the rest of the people in Fumo Mountain showed admiration, thinking that no matter how high or low this young man's hands were, this courage was indeed unique.

"Boy, you were sent by the Sword Villa to humiliate me?"

Li Molan stepped on the snow, cold and dusty in the moonlight, like a Confucian immortal in Tsing Yi, but Lei Wenwei knew that this person was not a cultivator, of course he would not be jealous because of suspicion, probably thinking that he was just a young man who was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and gritted his teeth and said: "Lao Tzu is going to tear your mouth today." ”

Li Molan chuckled, although the true qi in his body has not recovered, the atrophy of the meridians also has a great impact on the battle, if he is forced to face the master, it will even leave hidden dangers for the future martial arts, but Lei Wenwei's realm is only three middle realms, it is not difficult to defeat, after all, he is not a person who loves to kill, and he has no intention of being a killer, mainly to return the favor of the Sword Villa, so that these people can retreat from the difficulty, just say that he has no grievances with Fu Mo Mountain.

He said, "Come up with you, and I promise that I won't kill anyone." ”

"The tone is really arrogant, where you need the mountain master to do it himself, I'll just come. A blue-clothed Enlightenment Primal Realm cultivator walked out of the crowd in Fumo Mountain and said to Lei Wenwei.

This double-plate axe cultivator is named Wei Zhuang, who has taken refuge in the name of Fumo Mountain in the past two years, he was lucky to meet a dying three primordial realm cultivators in the mountains, the master is also a lone traveler without friends disciple, and he passed on the mantle to him before he died, but although Wei Zhuang is a talented person who can cultivate the Tao in a thousand miles, but the talent is only that, the cultivation has been stuck in this enlightenment for five years and can not advance an inch, and Wei Zhuang, who understands that he will not be able to walk out of his own immortal road in the cultivation for life, took advantage of his young age to plunge into the ocean of chasing fame and fortune, and raised his own value into the Fumo Mountain as a guestIn the past two years, there have been many cultivators who have no talent like him, and they have invested in Fumo Mountain like Jiang Zhiqing, in order to improve their status, Wei Zhuang took the opportunity to be a bird, thinking that he could pinch a soft persimmon.

Lei Wenwei also felt that it was a drop in price to shoot at such an ordinary person, and he nodded indifferently as a bit of a master and reserved, as if he had forgotten what he had just been verbally humiliated, and glanced at the young man in green shirt, his eyes were like looking at a dead man.

Li Molan persuaded: "Hey, you should go together, it's easier to eat." ”

There was a burst of laughter, no one paid attention to his words, and looked at this young man in green shirt like a monkey, and he was right to see a joke.

Wei Zhuang stepped forward with a sneer, a pair of plate axes in each hand, and sneered: "I don't know how thick the sky is, do you know how big the gap is between cultivators and ordinary martial artists? ”

Li Molan sighed and didn't continue.

Wei Zhuang was anxious to make a contribution, and the double-plate axe was waved in a hurry, and the meteor strode forward to cut it, this speed could not be avoided by ordinary people at all, although he was pampered in the past two years, fortunately, his strength did not regress, Wei Zhuang still felt familiar, and he felt that he was in his hands, and he didn't care if he was full of flaws.

There was also a cyan rainbow light on the edge of the plate axe, which was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight on a snowy night, and this axe went down, even a thousand-year-old tree hugged by several people had to be broken at the waist.

Li Molan didn't deliberately take the axe, this kind of pretending to be forced was not helpful to his recovery, he was still a little more serious, his body leaned back, fluttering lightly but it looked very thrilling to dodge the axe, and the next second was a kick on Wei Zhuang's chest, leaving a shallow footprint Not to mention, Wei Zhuang's whole person was like a lightning strike, his eyes were protruding, and he flew out upside down.

The plot before and after was inexplicable, and everyone only saw Wei Zhuang rushing up and flying back, and few people could see what was happening.

Lei Wenwei is not a fool, and he is the only one who can see what is happening.

So his gaze became serious. (To be continued.) )