Bazan Martial Academy.

In the mountain behind the martial arts, there is a steep peak, and this peak is Wujian Peak.

The top of Wujian Peak is light and convex, very flat, as if it has been cut by some kind of ghostly craftsman, it is hard to imagine that the peak of such a steep mountain peak is actually like this.

At this time, the sky is full of stars, and there seem to be countless stars falling.

At the top of the peak sat a man with a sword lying flat on his knees.

The man was dressed in a washed white burlap robe, with black and white hair hastily tied in a knot at the back of his head, held in place by a shiny ebony hairpin, and his hands rested lightly on the sword.

The sword was sheathed with pieces of bamboo, and the handle was wrapped with coarse cloth, and there was no ornament.

It looks like a simple person, a simple sword.

However, this person's identity is not so simple, he is the current dean of the Panling City Branch of the Bashan Martial Academy, Su Mobai.

At this moment, a figure swept to the peak.

The moment he stepped on the peak, he shook his shoulders and shot seven fist-shaped qi in front of him in one breath before he began to slowly move forward.

This peak seems to have nothing, but in fact, there are seven invisible sword qi left by someone who doesn't know when and who have been wandering on this peak.

This inconspicuous Wujian Peak, under the Martial Emperor, will die if you come up!

The fist of the person who came up collided with the invisible sword qi at the peak, making a dull explosion.

There were seven rings in a row, and at this time, he had already walked behind Su Mobai, and then he relaxed.

seems to know, beside the head of the courtyard, there is no need to worry about sword qi.

The person who came said softly: "Dean! ”

Su Mobai's slightly drooping eyelids raised slightly, and he said slowly: "Xiaofeng, don't always be so violent." ”

The person known as Xiaofeng spread his hands and said: "I don't want to, but I don't cultivate swords, and this sword qi scurrying around can only be subdued by you, Lord Dean, I don't have this ability, so I have to be tough." ”

Under the starlight, this person's black face is almost impossible to see, no need to ask, it is the black face of the god, Geng is frightened.

Su Mobai smiled and said, "These sword qi are not as terrifying as you say, it's good to come and sit often." ”

Geng Jingfeng pursed his lips and said secretly: You are the dean, you can sit if you want, but how can I have this spare time?

However, Geng Jingfeng naturally didn't say anything, but said: "In the evening, the City Lord's Mansion sent someone to send several apologies, a wooden box, which contained the head of Fan Dechang, the former commander of the Black Armor Guard, and a letter to the dean. ”

After speaking, he shook his right hand, took out a letter and handed it to Su Mubai.

Su Mubai took the letter, and did not shy away from the frightening wind, he directly took out the letter raft and unfolded it, glanced at it a few times, and smiled, and the letter raft floated out, and was shocked into powder in mid-air, scattered and invisible.

Geng Jingfeng stood behind Su Mubai, and naturally read the contents of the raft clearly, and said, "It's all old foxes." ”

Su Mubai looked at the starry sky and said lightly: "This mansion master, although he has not made any achievements in the past few decades, he is well versed in the way of self-preservation, so it is up to him." ”

Geng Jingfeng couldn't help but say: "That's too stingy, we helped him pull out a nail that the three major families planted in his city lord's mansion, and he sent this gift?" ”

Su Mubai shook his head and said: "He swaggered to my Martial Academy at the most lively time in the evening, just to show everyone that the matter of strangling the genius of the Martial Academy has nothing to do with the City Lord's Mansion, that's all." ”

Geng Jingfeng nodded and said, "Over there for the Pharmacy Guild, President Jia asked me to bring back a sentence, the Bashan Martial Academy is the Empire's Martial Academy, and the Pharmacy Guild is also the Empire's Guild. ”

"Hehe, this old man Jia has taken root in the Panling City Branch for many years, and he has won the hearts of the people, and no one has been able to replace him, but he can't be underestimated, this key point will let him grasp it at once, and he might as well contact more in the future." Su Mubai said with a smile.

Geng Jingfeng snorted coldly and said: "It's a pity that some people, once the desire for profit rushes into their minds, their wisdom has become less thorough, they think that they can start to formulate rules in this Panling City, secretly cross the Chen Cang, and operate for many years." ”

Su Mubai said lightly: "People's hearts, although they are the most unpredictable, but my martial arts academy doesn't care about some winds and waves blowing on the hills. Geng Jingfeng, I want you to do a good job of this hill, do you understand? ”

Geng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said, "Disciple understands!" ”

"Hmm!" Su Mubai nodded with satisfaction.

After thinking about it, he said, "How is the little guy?" Can he really compete with the Martial Venerable Realm? ”

Geng was shocked and said: "I have seen it with my own eyes, if Wu Zun doesn't work hard, he can't help it." I put him in the Apothecary Guild, and I thought he would be cured soon. ”

"It's a malleable piece of material! Although under the investigation, his background is a little vague, but since he was three years old, he has been living alone in Rock Town, and he wants to be harmless to my martial arts academy. In the future, if you observe more, you can vigorously cultivate, and the rules of the martial arts academy can be appropriately tilted for him! As for some old guys who like to chew the root of their tongue, don't bother. Su Mubai said solemnly.

Geng Jingfeng was taken aback, even the rules can be appropriately tilted, this is not an ordinary value, but after thinking about it carefully, with Zhao Wenzhi's ability, he is indeed qualified.

The Martial Academy, since the capture of the Heavenly Hand Meng Hao, has not produced a very good talent for a long time.

"Yes, disciple understands." Geng frightened the wind.

"Go ahead!" Su Mubai waved his hand.

But there is a secret way in my heart, old dean, old dean, you value this son so much, what if I Su Mubai fulfills it once? Do you really think that because I'm obsessed with swordsmanship, I don't care about this martial arts academy? On the contrary, I am eager to break through, just so that no one can touch my martial academy!

Geng Jingfeng didn't know that the dean still had a lot of words to complain about, looked at the dean who was sitting alone, sighed, turned over and jumped off the peak.

Geng Jingfeng, who was still in the age of life, naturally couldn't understand the dean's distress.

In the Shanyan Continent, the ordinary lifespan is only sixty or seventy, and if you are successful in cultivation, you can only reach the Martial Emperor Realm in your early hundreds, while the Grandmaster Realm is between one hundred and fifteen to two hundred years old, as for the Great Grandmaster, the longest lifespan is said to have lived for more than three hundred years, and the shortest lifespan is only about two hundred and eighty years.

And Su Mobai, who broke through the Martial Emperor, is almost 100 years old, and if he doesn't break through, I'm afraid there is no hope in this life.

Therefore, in order to make a breakthrough, he practiced in Wujian Peak all the year round, because although the mysterious invisible sword qi was weakened by the age, it was left by the predecessors of the masters who did not know how many years ago.

Su Mobai already loved swords, so he was naturally obsessed, so he gradually neglected to manage the martial arts academy, and gradually formed today's situation.

Apothecary.

In a simple bamboo house, Zhao Wen slowly opened his eyes.

This unfamiliar environment made Zhao Wen's mind a little dazed, and many pictures flashed by, and finally froze in the brilliant fireworks with broken blades.

He should have been rescued, Zhao Wen finally remembered.

It's just, those rivers of blood, the Throne of Skeletons, the blood-colored figures, the dragons, what are they?

How can it also exist in my memory? Is it a dream again?

Shaking his head, his eyesight gradually returned to clarity, and Zhao Wen was completely awake......