Thunderstorm night, Qilu land, Yanyun Prefecture.

The martial arts faction Fulong Mountain.

Inside the main hall.

The coffin was laid horizontally, and the disciples prostrated.

The cold and dignified pretty woman put her cold palm on the heavy coffin board, closed her eyes slightly, and her tone was forcibly calm, but it was still difficult to hide her sadness:

"Zhangzun died in the Great Snow Mountain, and now I don't see the corpse, I can only set up a crown and a mound to bury in the coffin, this is the shame of my 'Fulong Mountain'!"

"Gentlemen..."

She looked around, looking at every elder and disciple of Fulongshan who looked solemn and remembered seriously.

In the end, he fixed his eyes on Luo Jing, that is, the chief 'Wang Dongxuan' of Fulong Mountain, and then suddenly used his strength and slapped it heavily:

"Don't forget today's humiliation!"

Fulong Mountain is in charge of Wang Duan, and the martial arts title is 'Jade Xiao Sword'.

He is a recognized martial arts genius in the entire thirteen places of Qilu.

At the age of thirteen, he practiced martial arts at the beginning of his life, forging skin and quenching tendons to boil his qi and blood, and he has achieved success in four years, and has entered the level of refining strength, which can be described as full of spirit.

You need to know that if you don't practice martial arts, it's a void!

In the huge rivers and lakes, how many people who practice martial arts are like carp crossing the river, and there is an endless stream, but those who can successfully enter the strength when they are less than 20 years old are all talents and mainstays.

No accident, Wang Duan did this.

He is like those former legends of the rivers and lakes, seventeen into the vigor, famous, at the foot of Fulong Mountain, Yanyun Prefecture, sweeping the crowd, making friends in all directions.

Ten years of cold and summer, three sit in the dead pass, but also walk all over the body into the bone marrow, with no more than 30 years old, following a martial arts faction, the sound of Qilu, by many heroes as the 'Fulong Mountain' Zhongxing teacher, the prestige of the world!

One night, the spiritual tide will rise, the sky will crack and crack, and there will be scattered 'mythical relics' falling to the earth.

Wang Duan took advantage of the momentum to rise, after several fights to get a treasure soldier 'Shangdong Fulong Sword', for the Fulong Mountain Wubei Forest, although it is difficult to control, but day by day, absorbing the spirit of the rhyme, still let him be one step ahead of the world, convinced of success, known as the 'martial saint'!

Fulong Mountain is also in the situation where he is supporting the sky alone, ranking among the seven best in the world, and he is in Qilu Baizong!

Correct...

The king of Daxue Mountain died, and when the news came out, not to mention how the world was, the veins of Fulong Mountain were already covered with a layer of haze.

The door can be crowned with the sage of the martial arts, only the Jade Xiao Sword King is alone, and the rest... Even in the Refining Essence Realm, there are only a few people, and the only one who can be called a grandmaster is even half of his body into the coffin, which is already a weak elephant.

Everyone in the world knows it.

'Jade Sword' Wang Duan is a martial saint who can only be achieved by relying on 'mythical relics'.

The disciple of Fulong Mountain, the martial artist of Yanyun Prefecture...

There won't be anyone who doesn't understand.

At this moment, outside Fulong Mountain, thunderstorms are coming, and in front of the coffin in the hall, Mu Yuqing, the wife of Wang Duan, the 'Jade Sword', finished speaking, and most of the people who were kneeling down in the hall were silent.

Wang Duan died in the Great Snow Mountain.

Not to mention the 'Qilu Extreme' on that side, known as the great sect that has stored all the world's peerless learning, just the seven 'convinced' immortal martial arts saints who prolong their lives were killed together, and you can see the details of it.

It is natural to hate the head of a sect and the blood of the master, but... It also depends on who the object is.

looked at the full house of good boys, and was silent.

Even the two elders who were friends with the same generation of the 'Jade Xiao Sword' Wang Duan and were in high and powerful positions, Qi Yan, the elder of the reward and punishment 'Fulong Fist', and Qi Wen, the elder of the precepts, 'Piercing Cloud Legs', did not speak.

Mu Yuqing clenched his palms into fists, holding them tightly, his bones were white, even if the strength in it could shatter the boulder, he only felt weak at the moment.

"Fulong Mountain, the general trend has gone."

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the outside world, and when she saw the thunderstorm, she only felt sad.

I am not only sad for the death of my husband, but also sad for the entire Fulong Mountain.

Those who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent, and they can cut the ambition of ghosts and gods, so that they can reach the peak and get a glimpse of the peak.

At the moment, don't say that it is to let the entire Fulong Mountain confront the 'Wuzhong Holy Land', and the gentlemen in the hall are even a mere 'word of revenge', hesitating before and after, and no one is silent for a long time.

So...

How can you be called a martial artist as a man!

"Wang Dongxuan!"

Suddenly, Mu Yuqing looked at the handsome young man kneeling in the front, close at hand, with a white scarf on his head, a little stunned, as if he saw a similar shadow.

So his face darkened, but then he thought of something, and secretly gritted his silver teeth and made up his mind, and suddenly let out a coquettish voice, and his eyebrows were full of evil spirit:

"I'll ask you!"

"Your division died in the Great Snow Mountain, if it were you, what should you do?!"

Mu Yuqing gasped, her chest rose and fell several times, and her mood had already broken before this sudden heavy rain and bad news.

Her questioning suddenly called the focus of attention in the hall, and gathered in... This young man who is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

'Fulong Fist' Qi Yan and 'Cloud Piercing Legs' Qi Wen frowned even more at the moment:

"Mu Yuqing, this woman is crazy?"

"Dong Xuan was adopted by Senior Brother Wang, although he is still young, but he has been trained for several years, and his demeanor is not weak.

"My generation didn't dare to respond to this sentence of cause and effect, for fear that someone from the snowy mountain would level my Fulong Mountain, but she dared, not to mention carrying the coffin and pressing people in the wind and rain night, but also forcibly pulling the younger generations into this whirlpool."

"The inheritance of the sect should be judged by the situation, can bend and stretch, can be long-lasting, when Mr. Mu handed over Fulong Mountain to her, if it wasn't for Senior Brother Wang who was born out of thin air, he entered this Fulong Mountain at the end of the year, where can I have my door today!"

"Alas!"

The two are siblings, and they worship the Fulong sect together, and they only look at each other to know each other's thoughts.

It's not just two high-ranking elders.

Mu Yuqing's sudden questioning also called the elite disciples and disciples in the hall, whispering like mosquitoes and flies, staggered:

"Mrs. Zhangzun, this is a rush to the doctor..."

"Chief Dongxuan, although he is a generation of Tianjiao, but it is also in the era when today's changes and martial arts are easier to refine, he can be comparable to Wang Zhangzun, what a behemoth the Great Snow Mountain... The cause of death of the martial saint is still unknown, not to mention, the martial artist who has just entered the Dao? ”

The seeds of doubt take root in everyone's heart.

But it's not yet a trend.

I saw...

The young man, who was kneeling and knocking on the ground and couldn't see his face clearly, slowly got up from the futon, first thoughtfully, and frowned slightly.

For a moment, as Mu Yuqing's words entered his ears,

It began... Slowly revealed a sense of pathos.

With the eyes of the audience, he listened to Mu Yuqing's word-by-word words of conscience in his ears, as well as the words that were being discussed behind him.

It was almost an instinctive reaction, and it didn't think too much about it at all.

Looking at the coffin, Chief Fulong, who was as sharp as a sword, spoke sonorously and said:

"Since ancient times, the father avenges the son, and the teacher is like the father, and the same should be true."

"Dong Xuan has been practicing in Fulong Mountain so far, and Master Wang has treated me with great kindness, but now there are no bones left, only clothes remain, and my generation also wants to ask for an explanation."

"Senior brothers and sisters, it's common to have concerns, but..."

"I am the king's master and apprentice, and the master is dead, and the disciple is the successor."

Luo Jing raised his head and faced this lady in charge, who was also his nominal master:

"One day, I can cultivate..."

"When you go to the Snow Mountain, investigate everything thoroughly!"