"Wow"

It was a sudden rainfall that ruined the business of the street vendors in Bluestone City.

In the sound of the drizzling rain, a subdued voice came from a corner on the west side of the city, and more and more people stopped and walked into the canopy of the place one by one to listen.

Mu Wen was also inside, with no emotion on his face, listening to the bard tell the story in his fluent accent: "It is said that ten years ago, the Sword Servant Sect offended the public for repeatedly refining the sword spirit with the lives of the living, causing the people to complain, and finally the Dou Ling Hall swung the Righteous Master to attack the lair of the Sword Servant Sect in one fell swoop. ”

The bard deliberately described the evil surname of the sword attendant in a deliberately cold tone, and then his tone changed, and he spoke to everyone impassionedly: "This battle has led to countless young and handsome people in the Douling Spirit Palace, and a large number of people have shed blood for justice. Although the Sword Servant Sect has few personnel, the stunt of the sword spirit in one hand is only staggering, especially a sword attendant of the Mu family in the faction, the head of the family surnamed Mu can even control tens of thousands of sword spirits to fly together to fight. However, in the end, evil prevailed over good, and the heretics in the Sword Servant Sect were all wiped out by the Dou Ling Temple, and from then on, the Sword Servant on the continent no longer existed, and the Yuan Spirit cultivator was the right way. ”

Hearing the applause of the people in the canopy here, there is still a feeling of unfinished feeling in my heart.

The bard was quite complacent, and he told the story by hearsay, but the rhythm and tone of the story were repeated every day. It is no exaggeration to say that whenever he passes through a new place, he will tell it once, just to earn some money from the pockets of these people.

Praise the heavens, I really should be grateful to the sword servant sect that was destroyed, it has simply fed the bards of most of the continents for ten years.

The poet was about to tell some battle jokes in detail, when he suddenly noticed a burst of applause, which was a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, wearing a brocade robe and belt, and looking not an ordinary ordinary person.

The sixteen-year-old boy was none other than Mu Wen, and he said with a smile on his face: "Yes, what a wonderful story. ”

"Little master, thank you for the compliment, if you can," the poet winked flatteringly, tactfully reminding you that it was time to reward a few small dollars.

Seeing that Mu Wen, who was still smiling just now, suddenly lowered his face, opened his mouth and shouted: "But this is just a story, a story!"

The word "story" is pronounced very heavily, as if it is deliberately emphasizing something to those present.

After finishing speaking, Mu Wen left without looking back.

A large number of people in the canopy are still stunned and don't understand, feeling very puzzled, isn't listening to the story just as long as the plot is exciting?

A certain bard glared resentfully, thinking that this guy was here to smash the field?

Until Mu Wen's figure was completely invisible, a few small muttering sounds among the people sounded in the canopy.

"That person just now seems to be the adopted son of the patriarch of Liufu, his name is Mu Wen. ”

"Yes, I've seen him before. ”

"I heard that this Mu Gongzi is very kind, how could he show such a fierce expression. ”

"Hey, what's the use of being vicious. He is sixteen years old and has not yet gathered the Yuan Spirit, not even a spirit disciple, and his cultivation realm in the Liu Mansion alone is still at the stage of martial arts solidification. ”

"I've heard this too. But it's strange to say, isn't Mu Wen in the tendon consolidation stage when he was twelve years old, and at that time he was once known as a martial arts genius in Bluestone City. Why hasn't he gathered the Yuan Spirit after four years?"

"Maybe when I was a child, I practiced too fast and broke my body, which is called pulling out seedlings to help grow. Someone said.

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The rain stopped.

Mu Wen was standing on the top of the back mountain, looking up at the rainbow hanging in the sky, which was the direction of home.

This home is not the Qingshi City Liufu, but his real home, a childhood residence that had been destroyed by the Douling Hall ten years ago - the former Sword Servant Sect.

The whole recollection is a long story.

Thousands of countries and thousands of cities on the mainland, the people are prosperous, the East Zhou Continent and the Western Zhou Continent are divided by the Sichuan Sea as the boundary, there is the Middle Zhou Continent separated by each other, and there are even mountains towering and touching the clouds, and the sea is hundreds of millions of feet deep.

The people's martial arts are prevalent, and there are three steps in the basic ** practice: forging the body, quenching the bones, and strengthening the tendons.

If one is fortunate enough to comprehend the spiritual power of combat, the strength of the cultivator will increase by leaps and bounds, and it will be divided into many realms, namely: Spirit Disciple, Spirit Master, Spirit Warrior, Spirit Warrior, Spirit King, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Ancestor, Spirit Sect, and Taizun Holy Spirit. Each realm is subdivided into one to nine levels, of course, don't look at the realm, there are quite a lot, in fact, there are few people in the back of the Spirit Emperor realm who can reach it

Since ancient times, the spiritual power of cultivators has been divided into two kinds, namely the Yuan Spirit of the Heaven and Earth Element, and the other is the Sword Spirit refined by the soul, the former is the Yuan Spirit and the latter is called the Sword Servant by the world.

The cultivation of the Yuan Soul is not a secret, but the sword servants are passed down from generation to generation, and the number is not large, and the sword service sect is founded on a certain high mountain in the Eastern Zhou Continent.

The bard in the city was right, it is true that some swordsmen use the souls of living people to refine sword spirits, but that is only some! There are always good people and bad people in every place. If the sword attendant wants to refine the sword spirit, basically those who have just entered the threshold are looking for the older generation to refine it on their behalf, and where can the characters of the older generation use it to take the soul of the living, and directly take the soul of the dead from the abyss through some special methods to refine it.

Ten years ago, the Douling Hall raised its strength to attack the Sword Servant Sect, and the real purpose was not the so-called elimination of harm for the people, but the hall master eyeing a treasure within the sect.

"..............." At this moment, the wind was howling on the top of the mountain, and Mu Wen, who had fallen into a memory, clenched his fists tightly, and his fingernails were embedded in the palm of his flesh.

Blood was dripping down the spot.

The bloody case of that year is still vivid, the Mu family's sword servant, as a pillar of the sect, was not spared, all the side clansmen were killed, and the seriously injured parents and ancestors were taken to the holy mountain by the people of the Douling Hall and their lives and deaths are still unknown. Only the little young master Mu Wen himself escaped by luck under the escort, hiding in the mansion of a close friend surnamed Liu of his father in Bluestone City, and ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past ten years, Mu Wen has been thinking about stepping on the holy mountain of the Douling Hall all the time, but unfortunately his strength is weak, and the strength of the Douling Hall is too weak.

The Dou Ling Hall is full of the leaders of the Yuan Ling people, and it is very powerful, and almost every empire and sect on the continent has to act according to its eyes. It has been founded for thousands of years, the main hall is on a holy mountain in the middle of the Zhou continent, and the branch halls are spread all over the east, middle and west continents. The Spirit Emperor-level powerhouses that the ordinary people outside looked at as if they were gods, and they were not even qualified to enter the conference hall when they were put in the Dou Ling Hall.

Mu Wen could only hide in the bluestone city of Liufu in the countryside and endure it, waiting for the day when he would be strong.

Over the years, he has been enduring words in Liufu, and he has never mentioned the word sword servant to outsiders, let alone shown even the slightest sword spirit move. Since the sword spirit and the Yuan Spirit could not coexist in the body, Mu Wen hid his skills, and in the eyes of others, he was a martial arts waste who could not become the Yuan Spirit. As everyone knows, Mu Wen is sixteen years old this year, and his cultivation of sword spirit has reached the realm of fourth-order spirit martial arts, and there are very few people in the small Bluestone City who can compete with him.

"Wait until the Spirit King realm is in the realm before you leave Bluestone City. Mu Wen stroked his hair, looked into the distance and muttered, "It's only a fourth-order spiritual martial artist, and going out to wander is just sending him to death." I hope you can make it until the day I set foot on the sacred mountain of the Douling Temple. ”

The words passed away in the wind, and the young man's thin body sat cross-legged on the rock.

Today, it was actually the three elders of the Liufu who drove out Mu Wen and ordered him to retreat and cultivate in the back mountain for a month to gather the Yuan Spirit.

Mu Wen began to cultivate very seriously, but it was not the Yuan Spirit, but of course the Sword Spirit.

It is said that the west falls, and a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Back Mountain.

The scorching summer sun swept the leaves and the birds were unable to chirp.

Mu Wen sat cross-legged on the rock, his ten fingers crossed, and his body appeared like a ripple of water in his breath, and a hundred sword spirits flew out of his body.

The sword spirit's body was four feet long, air-like and transparent, half-hidden and half-solid, exuding a strange gloomy light.

They circled around Muwen's body, and seemed to be able to understand the orderly rotation of a handle. Like a tame beast, it is very well-behaved, and it is still oriented towards the mood of dependence.

Mu Wen nodded at a sword spirit that had just been refined in the morning, and pointed his finger at the cliff, and the sword spirit immediately turned around and attacked in the direction, leaving a two-meter-deep hole on the broken stone wall.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Mu Wen's face, all these hard work was not in vain.

A month ago, there were only seventy medium-grade sword spirits, and in thirty days, one was refined for each one, and now there are a hundred medium-grade sword spirits. It also means that he has drawn an end to the long-awaited "Hundred Swords Flying Together". As for the soul used to refine the sword spirit, Mu Wen naturally had a way to obtain it.

"Whew. ”

Stretched, patted the legs and feet of the sitting numb, got up and walked a few steps, and with a movement of his mind, he controlled the flying of a hundred sword spirits all over the valley, like a large group of phantom snakes swimming in the air.

The hundred swords flew back behind him under Mu Wen's control, and the handles quickly fused and overlapped, forming a gas-like giant sword twenty meters high and five meters wide.

Mu Wen raised his right arm, and his sword was raised.

With two more fingers of the void, the giant sword above his head followed suit.

"Boom" loudly.

The cliff in front of him cut a shocking deep ravine, and the rubble splashed like mud rolling down.

Mu Wen was intoxicated with his masterpiece, nodded his chin and said, "Return." ”

As soon as the words fell, the giant sword was dispersed a hundred again, and it stabbed straight at Mu Wen in a terrifying way, but there was no blood, and it sank into the young man's body like a stream into the sea.

The valley was calm and calm, and nothing had happened in a trance, except for the imprint on the cliff.

"January has arrived, it's time to go back to Liufu. ”;