Lijing Town.

Lijing Town is now the largest town by the lake, and it is better than the Dense Forest Town in the center of Jungle County, this place has been beaten to a thousand holes, and the Li family does not mention the county system of Jungle, and divides this place into towns to govern, the more dispersed the population, it is not as good as Lijing Town.

The restaurant was full of people, the pale red wooden steps were full of people, and a monk was sitting on the highest floor, his hair was shaved and his eyes were quietly staring at the wine glass.

The people who can drink and enjoy here are not ordinary people, most of them are children with the surname Wang, several guests are frequently sideways at the moment, their hearts are frightened, after a quarter of an hour, the wine banquet is hastily ended, and they are in a hurry.

There was no one in the restaurant suddenly, and the pedestrians around it were scarce, and the monks in white armor gradually appeared in the crowd.

The Li family is now moving a lot, there are many vacancies, and his cultivation and age are gradually enough, so he acts under his brother Li Chengliao, he is Li Xizhi's son, and Li Chengliao often relies on him for everything.

But he just entered the building, and was soon stopped by a middle-aged man in white, his face was a little handsome, and he showed the calmness of a middle-aged man, with a very strong momentum, a solemn expression, and said softly:

"Childe is of Qingdu blood, it is not appropriate to come in person, I will meet him when I go up."

This person is An Siwei, Chen Yang behind him is dressed in black, his eyebrows are slightly shorter, and there is a faint look of uneasiness and suspicion in his eyes, Li Chenghuai nodded his hand, and the two stepped forward.

After stepping on the vermilion steps, the monk was sitting at the table, full of good wine and meat, which seemed to have been taken from the adjacent table that had left in a hurry, and he was a little embarrassed.

He didn't move his mouth, just picked it up with chopsticks, staring at it in a daze.

Seeing the two of them coming up, An Siwei gave up his hand and said softly:

"I've seen the master! Under Lee's Ann Siwei... I don't know the master..."

The monk's two eyebrows are slightly shorter, although his face is bright and clean, and his hair is shaved cleanly, but he can faintly see his resolute temperament, he knocked on the two pairs of jade chopsticks lightly, and said:

"Lee's Ansui... It's so capable..."

His voice was hoarse, but there was a kind of coldness that was not revealed, An Siwei listened to his brainless answer, doubted in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"But he is stupid and stupid, and he can't hear the Zen language clearly, what does the master mean..."

The monk poured the wine, and in a low voice, replied:

"I once said that it was Li Tongya and Li Xuanxuan's wolf ambitions, but I never believed it, but after looking at the results, it may not be unbelievable."

The wine made a crisp sound in the jade cup, and An Siwei could hear the disrespect, and he was very unhappy in his heart, so he only replied:

"It seems that the master has heard something... But after all, the situation is changing, and destiny is at stake, and it is not a judgment that can lead to results. ”

The monk listened to the word Mandate of Heaven, laughed, and asked:

"Who are An Jingming?"

An Siwei's face gradually sank when he heard this, he paused for a moment, and finally replied:

"It's the next brother."

As soon as he finished answering this sentence, the three of them felt that the cold wind was blowing on their faces, rustling, and the young man in white appeared in the building, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, and said softly:

"Under Li Xijun, I've seen the mage."

Although the Li family is not a Shi Dao, the strength of the opponent can still be estimated, Li Xijun only feels that this person is dignified and threatening, and he is a little wary in his heart.

The monk sat still, and replied hoarsely:

"Wumu Temple is humble, and I have seen Taoist friends."

'It's him...'

Li Xijun only felt familiar, a few days ago he caught two people and came back, and the old Dao Fuyuan of Xiaomuro Mountain was affected by the pity of the five eyes, and was deliberately released by the mage to investigate the news.

He mentioned the name of this mage, it was Xuan Mu, Li Xijun only said coldly:

"The mage is really a good method, he can even peep through the body of a monk..."

Waving his hand disappreciatively, he replied softly:

"It's just a little trick."

He stared at Li Xijun's eyebrows for a while, as if he was recalling something, and said:

"I have something stored in the nobles, I want to see Li Xuanxuan... I wonder if he's still alive? ”

Li Xijun was silent for a moment, waved his hand at An Siwei, he quickly went to Qingdu, Master Xumu pointed to the opposite seat, and said with a smile:

"Xi Jun, sit down first."

Humble envy then said:

"I have also heard the name of Li Tongya in the north, and he has done great things... It's a pity that he also fell later, grievances and grievances, and in the end it was empty, right? ”

Li Xijun was wary of what means he had in his words, and he didn't answer easily, so he took out a bronze sword from his sleeve and the cold light made his face shine, and he said softly:

"I also fought with him when I was younger, and the old man had a common name at that time."

He flipped his sword over and whispered:

"Yu Mujian."

Suddenly, the needle drop in the restaurant could be heard, the atmosphere was quiet and weird, Chen Yang stood aside, only to feel that the hairs on his body stood up, as if on the blade, a dilemma.

Li Xijun's face was calm, he pressed one hand on the sword, and said softly:

"It turned out to be a senior."

The atmosphere was depressed again.

"Crunch."

saw the old man hurriedly come up, Li Xuanxuan was carrying the magic weapon axe that had not been used for decades, his robe was a little messy, and he only stared at the two of them.

"Boom!"

Li Xijun had already drawn his sword and stood up, his long blade pointed obliquely at the ground, protecting the old man behind him, and his other hand had already broken a piece of jade, staring at the monk in front of him with his eyes.

Hum Mu sighed and replied:

"Long time no see... Xuan Xuan Daoist. ”

"Your Excellency is..."

Li Xuanxuan was stunned when he heard this, stared at his eyebrows and eyes and looked at him carefully, but these eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar, and he searched carefully in his memory twice, and finally overlapped with a monk.

He was shocked, and his lips trembled slightly:

"You... You're back! ”

"Its sharp, its retreat, before the blue edge out of the sheath, lies in Tibet."

Xumu sat quietly, staring at the bronze sword, the cold and bright cold light shone on his white and clean face, and his voice was hoarse:

"When I was young, I used his edge lightly in everything, left the clan angrily, went to the northern frontier, killed demons and cultivated, forged swordsmanship, walked thousands of miles, and crossed Taihang."

"A love is placed on the sword, everything is empty, so looking back on a hundred years, the eldest brother is exhausted, the body is destroyed, the middle brother is to curb the fierce enemy, the defeat is self-immolation, the younger brother seeks the immortal to survive, and is harmed by the enemy..."

At this moment, the top of the void was slowly born, and his figure gradually became much burlier, and he seemed to have returned to the demeanor of Yu Mujian back then, but there was still only one sword in his hand in his eyes.

"As the predecessors of Tongya said, after pondering for so many years, now they think they can, so they come back to get the sword."

"Click."

The somber white air gushed out from his five orifices, washed through the restaurant, the wooden steps pulled out the branches and buds, and quickly decayed, and the steamed chicken on the table struggled twice, grew hair, cried twice in the white air, and then turned into dust and disappeared.

The white gas of the impact came to his face, Li Xijun drew his sword and swung away, lifted the two of them, and sent them outside the restaurant, Chen Yang was farther away, wiped some corners of the white gas, and a few pieces of silk thread fell from the hem of the gray clothes.

Between Yu Mujian's breath, the white gas had already gushed out, and the white gas in the five orifices gradually stopped, but the white gas was still gushing out from under his robe, and he said coldly:

"I don't know if Xijun has a bit of Li Tongya's true biography."

Li Xijun put the sword back into its sheath, pinched the trick with one hand, fixed the gushing white gas, and said quietly:

"There are many mortals here, mage, please go to the lake with me to compete."

Yu Mujian squinted slightly, drew his sword and stepped forward, and appeared on the lake in an instant, Li Xijun took another step, and also appeared in shape, and ice and snow fell in the air.

Yu Mujian reversed the copper sword and placed it on his waist, his copper sword was round and rough, without blades and blades, shining with dark yellow brilliance, and the white gas surged towards the sword, converging into a white expanse, rolling like flowing water, he said:

"This sword is called [Copper Collection], which is taken from the copper of Yanshan Mountain, and is refined from the water of Beihai Yingying Mountain and the fire of Cituo Mountain in Yinghua County..."

Li Xijun lowered his eyebrows, looked at him carefully, and his heart sank slightly:

"This sword is strange... I don't know if I can defeat it, Qingdu Mountain is a foundation building formation, how can he launch a madness, at least the juniors are fine. ”

He pressed his sword and replied:

"The name of the sword is [Hanli]."

Yu Mujian only drew his sword, and suddenly saw that the white gas was like a sea and waves, spreading from the lake like a white curtain, the cold light was like a blade, sneering, and the momentum sank.

This white blade flew over the lake, it seemed to be slow and fast, and it exploded so that the lake water surged, pressing people's hearts and suffocating, and the [Tu Jun Kwai Light] that had been prepared for a long time in Li Xijun's hand was immediately released.

With his two fingers together, dozens of white qi gushed out, and the sunflower light fluctuated, turning into a cold sleet as thin as pine needles, gathering into a single and rushing towards the white gas.

As soon as Li Xijun finished casting the spell, he didn't wait for the result, he immediately drew his sword and stood up, the slender sword body danced with a fierce snow-white light, and the vision around his body was washed away, but now the snow slowly drifted up.

The arc of the Yueque sword was bright for a moment, and it broke through in the turbulent white air like the sea and waves, Yu Mujian could see it clearly, his eyes showed excited colors, he took a step forward, and swung the sword again.

At this moment, the light suddenly lit up overhead, and the dazzling light flowed down, Yu Mujian's heart jumped slightly, and this bright color emerged, and the white stone bricks condensed one after another, clinging to the chimeral, and conjuring up a huge pass gate.

"Where did the thief come from! What a guts! ”

The city gate was towering, with many lines carved on the feet of the two white gates, mysterious witch spells, high eaves and teeth, and a young man in a Taoist robe stood on it, scolding in surprise and anger.

He had to raise his head and draw his sword, and the city gate was bright and hazy, as if facing a scorching sun, drawing out the white gas in the air, and illuminating his face with pain.

Li Ximing was really shocked and angry, he had been in retreat for many years, and he knew that it was not easy for his family to be recruited by Qingchi, so he paid attention from time to time, and Li Xijun had already prepared the means to call him.

Now for the first time, he was awakened by Li Xijun's methods, and hurriedly came out, and at a glance, the white gas on the lake was surging, and Shi Xiu drew his sword to kill his younger brother, and he was angry, giving birth to a murderous intention.

He only used the cultivation that was rolling in the sea of qi, and urged it regardless of loss, every white masonry in the "Huangyuan Pass" emitted light, and the white in the pass was even more scorching and dazzling, shining brightly, Yu Mujian was suddenly attacked, not in a hurry, and only stretched out his hand to catch it.

At that moment, he pulled a long cloth from his sleeve, shook it in the air, and fell out of a golden incantation, all like tadpoles, wandering in the air, combining into a golden cover, protecting him.

Most of the methods of interpretation and cultivation are difficult to judge, and Li Ximing couldn't tell whether his method was a magic weapon or a spell for a while, so he only moved his mind to take Huangyuan down with a single thought.

"Boom!"

This bright white pass fell suddenly, Yu Mujian dodged for two formations, it was difficult to escape, Huangyuan Pass pressed directly on the golden cover, the bright light flowed, the power of suppression operated, the golden light collided, emitting a white gas.

Li Xijun had already broken out of the white gas, picked up a piece of snow white, fierce fluttering, the long sword in his hand picked back, and threw out three smart and cunning white lights, which disappeared into the white gas.

Yu Mujian resisted Li Ximing's Ming Pass, paused slightly, and the spell on his body made a sonorous sound, before he freed his hand to resist the wear, and the magic trick was pinched halfway, and he had to frown and stop.

His sleeves swept away the white qi in front of him, grabbed it with two fingers, and forcibly restrained a streamer, this white sword light continued to struggle in his hand, making a piercing grinding sound.

didn't have time to react, the other hand pulled it again, and pulled away a streamer, so that he had a chance to pull out the copper sword on his waist, and the white gas gushed out, rushing away the two streamers.

Retracted the original hand, there was already a small hole on the back of the hand, Yu Mujian didn't care, withdrew his hand and gently wiped it, blocking the blood hole.

"Good!"

He was not angry but happy, and when he saw this set of sword moves, his eyes burst out with surprise and joy, and his face was full of joy, and he sighed:

"Good sword moves! Good way! What a whimsy! Not confined to the form, as if from outside the sky... You don't get the true intention, if the pioneer comes to the sword, the three streamers are only afraid that I will be played! ”

He was full of joy to read, but after such a toss, the golden light on his body had flickered and dimmed, and the "Huangyuan Pass" was specialized in suppression and polishing, and he could turn gold into sand in a breath, and the power should not be underestimated.

Although Li Ximing does not have any outstanding techniques and fighting experience, but now this exercise is a real five-grade exercise, and the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building is to launch a ruthless attack with all his might, and the hand of Xianji suppression alone is no different from the outstanding descendants of the three sects, and even Yu Mujian had to temporarily put away his floating thoughts, and a look of surprise appeared.

His family knows his own affairs, and his golden grammar cover is not an ordinary spell, it is one of several top spells in Wumu Temple, and after decades of cultivation, the ordinary foundation is difficult to shake, but it is a little unbearable to hold on for a few breaths.

He only freed his hand, a white light appeared, one hand supported Mingguan, and with the other hand he pulled out a golden spell, pinched the trick to cast a spell, and said in his mouth:

"The Empty Prison Case, Full of Human ......"

After this man spit out this spell, the hand holding the Ming Pass struggled, and shook the pass symbolically, and with a slight step of his body, he actually escaped from the bottom of the trap like this, revealing his body ten steps away.

The golden light shield on his body quickly brightened, slowly returning to its original color, but snow fell behind him, and the white snowflakes moved sideways an inch in unison, picking out a fierce snow-white color, and the snow-white and translucent sword light flew up, piercing him in the back of the heart.

(End of chapter)