As soon as Wang Lin inserted the Qingshuang Sword back into its sheath, he saw the blue-robed and white-shirted woman in front of him.

After hearing the question, he looked at the other party carefully and replied:

"In Xia Wang Lin, your Excellency is Senior Sister Meng Shuyue?"

But as soon as he asked this, he immediately pointed to the Holy Son outside the mountain gate, and without waiting for Meng Shuyue to speak, he shouted loudly first:

"Outside the door, that's Mu Shengzi? I have an important matter here, I want to tell him as soon as possible, and ask my senior sister to introduce me! ”

said that it was an introduction, but Wang Lin didn't wait for Meng Shuyue much, but after giving a salute, he pulled An Qianxue and strode towards Mu Weiliang, who was standing outside the door.

He just spoke, half yelled and half shouted, and his voice resounded all over the place, just to take the lead and deliberately let Mu Weiliang outside the door hear this.

The people of the Pure Yang Palace just watched a swordsmanship duel in which the weak defeated the strong and surrendered without attacking, and they were still unsatisfied in their hearts.

At this moment, Wang Lin roared, and they all woke up from the rippling fantasy of spring.

remembered that Mu Weiliang had arranged for his subordinates to give them the stinky face of the Pure Yang Palace, and then looked at the posture of the little uncle, they were all excited.

The elders of the two factions were nowhere to be found, and now that there was no middle school master here, these sword cultivators all had different thoughts in their hearts.

I don't know who was in the crowd and whispered:

"I'm done, those Mu Weiliang's dog legs on the other side, there are not as many people as us, hurry up and move forward, don't hurry up and pick one to play, it's too late, you can only watch it, it's not our share!"

Everyone's eyes swept over the opposite side, and after looking at it slightly, they found that it was indeed the case, there were only one or two hundred people on the other side, how could it be enough for their group of people?

The crowd was instantly restless, and these disciples, regardless of whether they were calm or irritable on weekdays, could no longer hold back their temperament at this time, and no longer stood still, they all followed behind Wang Lin and rushed up in front of the mountain gate, for fear that their steps would be slow and they would not be able to catch up with the fight.

The female disciple was not to be outdone, ignoring the words of the group of people around her, "Senior sister and sister rest, let's just go", and also hurried forward.

There were only a few people left, who were really not interested in fighting or the magic weapons used in the exercises they learned were too heavy to participate in this kind of melee that did not distinguish between life and death.

The few people who stayed behind came to Meng Shuyue's side, and while saying polite accosting words, they tacitly blocked Meng Shuyue with their bodies, so that she could not go directly to the mountain gate.

When Wang Lin walked to the mountain gate, a large group of sword cultivation disciples had gathered behind him who were ready to draw their swords at any time.

He originally just wanted to help An Qianxue end the matter, but he didn't expect that his fellow disciples would also look at this Mu Weiliang unpleasantly, so he pushed the boat down the river, stood on a high place, looked down at Mu Weiliang under the mountain gate, and said:

"I heard that the Holy Son of your faction wants to tear up the contract and repent of the agreement between the two sects of patriarchs and sects?"

Since he landed, Wang Lin found that Namu Shengzi was silent, standing proudly outside the door with his hands behind his back, forcibly concave in shape, as if he wanted them to send someone to greet him and invite him to come up.

So he ignored the stubble and buttoned a big hat to this Mu Weiliang by himself.

It's about the face of the patriarch and the sect, even if Mu Weiliang doesn't want to speak anymore, he has to respond at this time.

I saw that the sand dust was in a hurry, and walked towards him with broken steps, whispering a few words in his ear, explaining the accident that had happened before.

After listening to the report of his subordinates, his face did not change, he was still independent, he only raised his eyes, and said lightly in front of him:

"Today's matter, it is indeed that someone Mu was reckless, ignoring Senior Sister An's thoughts, and I apologize to Senior Sister An first, the previous move was not to tear up the contract and break the oath, but just to consider the future of Senior Sister An and the two factions, and plan to change the candidate, so as not to delay Senior Sister An's treatment and recuperation, and waste the rare opportunity for friendship between you and me."

This Mu Weiliang, although he was answering, his eyes were still looking straight ahead, and he didn't raise his head to look at Wang Lin, Shi Shiran hugged a salute seal between his hands, and he didn't know where he was saluting the air.

Then his voice was a little worried, and he persuaded rather kindly:

"Today, my Xianyin Pavilion came to your sect to worship the mountain, all the senior brothers and sisters, and this senior uncle will accept this sword intent, so as not to hurt the harmony and disturb the legacy left by the two ancestors, and after asking the meaning of the teachers and Senior Sister An in the entry, it is not too late to make a decision."

Mu Weiliang seemed to have mastered everyone, and said that the villainous behavior for his own selfish interests was a noble act of worrying about the two factions.

After that, he opened his mouth and closed his mouth, reminding everyone that the situation could not be too stiff, otherwise he would be punished by the division commander and ruin the major affairs of the two factions.

Although everyone was angry in their hearts, when they saw that he was not soft or hard, they couldn't stop him anymore, so they could only change the topic and ask about the pill he had given.

"Hmph, what does the previous salvation of the van pill mean? Didn't your retinue be instructed by you to use this thing to humiliate my pure yang? Many disciples were clamoring and shouting, angrily asking what Su Shachen had said and done before.

Mu Weiliang didn't seem to hear it, and still walked towards the Pure Yang Palace.

I saw him stretch out his left hand behind his back, and without looking back, he beckoned to the sand behind him.

When Su Shachen saw the Holy Son beckoning him, he flashed over and knelt in front of him.

Mu Weiliang didn't stop and didn't change his direction, he stepped straight and trampled towards the sand and dust that was kneeling in front of him.

One foot is raised and he steps on the left shoulder of the dust.

Hearing only a click, the servant of the foundation building period was crushed by him.

Then he crushed his toes and directly broke his left arm, allowing his broken arm to fall down the mountain and roll down the stone steps.

This arm in the foundation building period is far harder than steel, and it once had millions of catties of huge force with a wave, but at this moment it can only fall weakly, and it clangs all the way to the stone steps, and it will soon be inaudible.

In the face of such a heavy blow, Su Shachen did not say a word, supported his body with his only remaining right arm, gritted his teeth and adjusted his posture, raised his knees, and chased after the Holy Son who was stepping forward, and knelt down again.

Mu Weiliang's left hand was never withdrawn, and when he saw Su Shachen kneeling back in front of him, he directly closed it into a palm and gently went towards his head.

I couldn't hear any sound, not even a crisp slap, and the dust had already flown upside down, and a large piece of the head was concave, and the white skull inside it was faintly visible, leaking a trace of milky white and pink mixed internal structure.

When the sand and dust were in mid-air, he had already passed out, and let the force of his palm fan him away and take him out of the top of the mountain.

His body smashed heavily towards the foot of the mountain with the footsteps of his broken arm.

Mu Weiliang's hands were not touched, and then he walked forward with his hands and stood still in front of the door.

After being at the same height, this Mu Shengzi finally raised his head, looked at Wang Lin levelly, and said lightly:

"The discipline is not strict, which has affected the friendship between the two factions, so that you have misunderstood, just now the evil servant has been punished by me, whether it is life or death depends on the will of heaven, if this uncle is still angry, you can go down the mountain to chase him and kill him completely."