This is a bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves that were originally evergreen are now sluggish in the cold winter, and the dead leaves are all over the ground.

Chu Muyun searched in the bamboo forest, and every step he took was with 100% caution when he stepped on the soft thick bamboo leaves. Occasionally, the cold wind struck, rolling up a burst of dead leaves, making this ethereal bamboo forest even more murderous.

Since receiving the mysterious letter from the Seventh Prince of Mo's mansion, he saw a strange figure flashing in front of the mansion, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he chased it all the way. Until the figure disappeared into the bamboo forest in the north of the imperial city, there was no trace of it again.

At this time, at the Qingyun Banquet, a battle of friends between Mo Sheng and the young master of the Kou clan was being staged!

Bamboo is known as a gentleman, and a gentleman is good at swords. For some reason, in Chu Muyun's divine soul perception, the sword intent in this bamboo forest was very strong and very pure, as if it was exuded by a sorcerer who specialized in swordsmanship, and it was also somewhat similar to Murong Luoyi's sword intent.

Another tight cold wind blew by, and the green silk scarf tied to Chu Muyun's hair fell with the wind, and the black hair was scattered in the wind, covering half of his face, only the pair of clear and bright eyes like a mirror, with a trace of domineering in his calmness, which was convincing.

His toes touched the ground gently, although the bamboo leaves were thick and soft, and his feet were steady, but his steps stopped at this step.

Because within a radius of about 100 meters away from him, four flags were suddenly erected in the south, east, and west.

It didn't look like a battle flag, because the lines on the banner exuded a special luster, how sharp Chu Muyun's soul power was, he sensed that there was an inexplicable connection between the four flags, and he was shocked at the moment, this was actually a formation flag.

"Now that you are already trapped in the formation, why should Your Excellency hide your head and show your tail again!" Chu Muyun looked into the distance, except for the remnants of the leaves scattered in the air, he still couldn't see any figure, he let himself try to keep calm and said.

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the southeast, northwest, and northwest quadrangle array flags suddenly evaporated with cloud-like sword intent, the array flags were hunting in the wind, and the formation patterns on each array of flags suddenly glowed, and the quadrangle array flags sensed each other, and the array patterns were connected end to end in the sky, and they actually weaved a sky-covering array net within a radius of 100 meters between breaths, and all the scenes within the quadrangle array flags were isolated from the real bamboo forest.

From the outside world, there is nothing unusual at all, it is still a quiet bamboo forest, and even the array flag is hidden and there is no trace to be found. But Chu Muyun fell into an unknown formation, within the formation, countless pure sword intent was like a cold sword wind brushing around him, cutting the corners of his clothes, scraping his cheeks, and a trace of sword intent cut off a strand of hair scattered in front of his forehead, fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise he would really die here.

"The Chu clan was known as an immortal genius back then, it seems that it was just a waste of fame, and the Guiyuan Sword Formation easily trapped you, such a little ability, and delusional thinking about climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix, it is really ridiculous, ridiculous......" A sneering voice sounded, and four unruly teenagers walked out of the formation of sword intent like a cloud, and they approached Chu Muyun, and their figures became clearer and clearer.

The young man at the head is as handsome as a god, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the hair on his forehead is flying in the wind. The four of them were all dressed in cyan robes, dancing with the wind, but there was a blue sword star emblem on the chest of the robe, and around the sword star was a gossip pattern, faintly with sword light flashing, and the edge was hidden.

Chu Muyun stared at them, and had vaguely guessed the origin of the other party in his heart.

"Do you know the wind and snow thorn?" Chu Muyun's voice was a little cold, as long as he remembered that his father was wronged, and his grandfather's vein was expelled and he was coldly treated, he couldn't control himself.

Therefore, he was very straightforward, and since the other party used the sign of 'Wind and Snow Thorn' to lure him here, he didn't need to scruple about anything.

"What if you know, what if you don't know? With your poor cultivation, you still want to spy on the truth of what happened back then?" The young man at the head of the group, with a look of disdain in the corners of his eyes, his handsomeness with such a look gave people a very sinister feeling.

The four of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, and in the words of the young man at the head, several people blocked all of Chu Muyun's retreats.

"The Murong clan really took great pains, and in order to besiege it, it actually sent four mid-stage peak leaders of the Spirit Washing Realm to besiege it. Why, with the strength of the four, are you still worried that I won't be able to escape?" Chu Muyun skimmed the young man left and right and behind him with his residual eyes, and said.

He already knew the origin of these four people, and these four people obviously did not deliberately hide the identities of the members of the Imperial Sword Sect. It's just that although he has heard rumors for a long time that the strength of the Imperial Sword Sect is unimaginable, but now from the perspective of these four teenagers, he still feels that he has underestimated the foundation of the Imperial Sword Sect.

The strength of the peak of the middle stage of the Spirit Washing Realm, any one of them is one of the few young leaders in the Imperial City, and the guy who is the leader, the fluctuation of spiritual power around his body and the little bit of luster between his eyebrows, is more like entering the late stage of the Spirit Washing Realm, comparable to the Seven Princes of Mo.

A long-lost anger burned in his heart, just for that ridiculous marriage contract, the Murong clan could be said to be unscrupulous.

The young man at the head sneered: "It's not that I'm worried about you escaping, it's just that my brothers never do anything careless to lose Jingzhou." After all, there are many impossibilities in this world that are possible, and you ...... Maybe there is still potential, if you don't do it well, my four brothers can't afford the consequences!"

Chu Muyun stared at the young man led by Chu Muyun and stopped talking. He knew that if he didn't die in the heart of the Yellow River, if he asked clearly, the other party might not have that Yaxing explanation, so he simply didn't ask anything.

"You still seem to be a little confused...... Well, I'll figure it out today!"

The young man at the head crossed his arms, circled around Chu Muyun and said, "The third day of the Qingyun Banquet is the day when the Qinglong Prince's envoy arrives, and it will ...... The Qingyun Banquet gathered all the people of status in the imperial city to officially welcome the envoy of the Qinglong Prince, and by the way, in front of everyone, proposed to the Murong clan!"

"And your existence must be a variable. Therefore, the Murong Clan will entrust me with the Imperial Sword Sect to solve this trouble for you, lest you mess up this marriage that attracts the attention of the world!" The young man approached in front of Chu Muyun, his eyes were sharp, as if it was the sword light of a sword, and he said word by word.

"But don't worry, we won't take your life, at most we will trap you in this Guiyuan Sword Formation until the Qingyun Banquet is over...... Of course, my brothers will inevitably have a discussion with Your Excellency!"

Chu Muyun's pupils constricted, and a young man behind him had already drawn the spirit sword in his hand, and the low sword groan was accompanied by gentle footsteps, and a cold sword intent was approaching him......