The Hanging Sword Mountain Sect was established in a deep mountain far away from the mortal world.

This place is overgrown with grass and trees, and even if there is a sect built in the mountain, there is still no road to the foot of the mountain.

Make the road deserted and difficult to travel, and I don't know if it is Hanging Sword Mountain to test the sincerity of the apprentice, anyway, everyone who comes to learn the art says that this is the case.

Standing on the periphery of the mountain range, you can see a cloud hanging in the sky like a sharp sword in the distance, no matter the wind or rain, the sword hanging upside down in the sky never moves.

Over time, this gave rise to the name of Hanging Sword Mountain, and the name of Hanging Sword Mountain was much earlier than the founding of the sect.

There is no road ahead, making it difficult for horses to pass.

Mu Fan released a white horse outside the mountain range, carrying a bright silver spear on his shoulder, and swaggered into the mountain.

On this day, I don't know if it is the day when Hanging Sword Mountain opened to accept disciples.

Below the hanging cloud sword, the apprentices waiting for the assessment had already discharged a long line of more than ten miles.

Everyone muttered and talked about the strict assessment of Hanging Sword Mountain, but they didn't want a young man with a spear on his shoulder to come very swaggeringly.

"Drink, who is this kid? Coming to smash the field? He didn't know that Hanging Sword Mountain was a sect specializing in swordsmanship, and he broke in with a gun on his shoulder, could it be that he was here to seek death? ”

"Who knows, but every year there is this kind of ingenious idiot, pretending to be crazy and stupid to attract people's attention, and I don't know who gave him a bad idea, running to the foot of the Hanging Sword Mountain to play with a gun, and see how the 'sword guard' cleans him up for a while."

Mu Fan's appearance of carrying a spear was very eye-catching, and as soon as he arrived, he immediately attracted countless eyes.

Mu Fan turned a deaf ear to the surrounding discussions, and walked towards the foot of the mountain with a spear on his shoulder.

"Hey! You kid dare to cut in line, don't you owe a beating! ”

"Where did the conspicuous bag come from, you think you can cut the queue by pretending to be crazy and stupid? Get out of here! Or let you taste grandpa's fist! ”

Seeing that Mu Fan didn't line up and walked directly to the front of the line, many people saw that he was not pleasing to the eye, and immediately stood up and pointed at him and scolded angrily.

Mu Fan glanced at him coldly when he heard this, and swept away with one look, and those who roared at him all jumped in their hearts and quickly closed their mouths.

"It's such a terrible look, like a beast that chooses people to devour, and he doesn't feel comfortable when he stares at him."

"This kid is not ordinary, he has some kung fu skills, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant, he has no fear."

Only then did everyone understand why Mu Fan dared to be so swaggering, shouldn't people with the ability be arrogant?

Mu Fan walked quickly to the checkpoint in front of the foot of the mountain under the even more surprised gaze of everyone.

This is the first assessment point set up by Hanging Sword Mountain, and it is the martial arts realm of the apprentice.

The person in charge of this place had already seen Mu Fan's unruly appearance, but one did not have a seizure, and when Mu Fan came to him, he said with a cold face: "Go back!" This sect does not accept unruly things! ”

Mu Fan silently glanced at his face, and then slapped the man in the face with his backhand, directly fanning him out of his seat.

"The saliva almost sprayed on me, who the hell is unruly."

Mu Fan indifferently wiped his palms on his trouser legs, and instructed the disciple of Hanging Sword Mountain who was looking stupid next to him: "Please inform the head of your sect, and say that there is a distinguished guest who wants to see him." ”

The disciple of Hanging Sword Mountain looked at the steward who was knocked to the ground, and then looked at Mu Fan, who was full of politeness, and swallowed nervously in his throat.

They really couldn't figure out whether the kid in front of them was here to make trouble or to visit.

How can you be polite at times and unreasonable at times?

"What are you doing? Can't understand people? If you can understand people's words, go and report it. ”

Seeing that everyone was stunned in place, Mu Fan couldn't help frowning, and urged coldly.

At this time, the steward who was slapped by him struggled to get up, picked up a bench and smashed it towards Mu Fan: "Notice, I'll tell you the head!" ”

Mu Fan didn't bother to look at him, and swept forward with a bright silver spear in one hand.

There was a loud click, and the bench in the man's hand turned into a pile of sawdust on the spot, and the bright silver spear stopped beside the opponent's head impartially, and the cold light from the head of the gun scared the man's blood cold.

"Talk to me, you're not qualified, get out."

The body of the gun swung, and the bright silver spear was like a slap in the face, and it was heavily pumped in the face of the steward.

This time, Mu Fan was not so polite, and with a shot, he directly fanned the guy out of a hundred meters away, and rolled from the foot of the mountain to the mud pit on the side.

"Bold! Who are you who dare to make trouble and hurt people here? ”

At this time, a group of warriors with swords hanging from their waists walked quickly on the mountainside.

They were all dressed in green clothes, with swords hanging from their waists, and the first one was named Lu Fang, who was in his early twenties, and was about the fivefold realm of the Lingwu Realm.

This person's strength is one of the best among the younger generation, although he is not very old, his strength far surpasses that of many senior brothers, and he has become the chief of the "Sword Guard".

Seeing Mu Fan rudely hurting people at the foot of the mountain, Lu Fang, who was patrolling the mountainside, hurriedly rushed over.

"You're in charge? Then you go to inform the head of the house, and say that the distinguished guest is visiting, and you do what I say, and the head will definitely remember you a great achievement afterwards. ”

Mu Fan looked at Lu Fang and felt that this guy was dressed like a person, so he opened his mouth and ordered.

However, Mu Fan was an inexplicable clown in the eyes of everyone on the land side, and they really didn't know how Mu Fan dared to come to Hanging Sword Mountain to shout at him.

Lu Fang glanced at Mu Fan with a sneering look in his eyes, and said mockingly: "Stinky boy, are you dazed?" Don't keep your dog's eyes open to see what kind of place this is? Is this a place where you can go wild? ”

"Since you're here, you don't have to go! Come on, arrested! Directly escorted to the Houshan Miscellaneous Service Hall, let him sweep enough land for eighty years, and then slowly reason with him. ”

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen people immediately rushed out behind him to arrest Mu Fan.

Seeing this, Mu Fan sighed silently: "It seems that I am too polite to you...... That's right, what kind of etiquette should I tell you frogs at the bottom of the well? ”

With that, the bright silver spear in Mu Fan's hand turned into a dense raindrop and poured out towards the front.

Although he couldn't use his vitality, Mu Fan's physical strength was extremely strong, and the power of the spear shadow that danced was not inferior to the martial arts that were urged by the vitality.

As the saying goes, "the stick sweeps a large area, and the gun picks a line", the bright silver gun in Mu Fan's hand sometimes points, plucks, picks, stabs, sometimes sweeps, splits, teases, and pokes.

Don't look at the fluctuation of vitality, the stick is like a gate of ten thousand catties, and when it hits the body, the skin will open and the bones will be broken.

The people up and down the mountain only saw a silver dragon rushing into the crowd, three times and five divided by two, and the sword guards led by Lu Fang were beaten to pieces by Mu Fan, lying on the ground and wailing all over the mountain.

"Idiot, it's a waste of time to let you report, so I'd better go up myself."

Looking at the elite of Hanging Sword Mountain who was beaten by him with less than half of his strength, Mu Fan sighed helplessly.

Then, carrying the bright silver spear, he continued to rush towards the top of the mountain......