It was a slightly cloudy Sanmenxia, but it suddenly turned dull in the afternoon, the sky was cloudy, and the light rain was like hemp, falling in a hurry.

Ye Feiyu sat on the ground tiredly, letting the rain wet his whole body and never moving.

Not far behind him, at this moment, Ye Zanglong was silently watching his heartbroken son, and his heart was like a knife.

He knew very well that Ye Feiyu had a competitive personality since he was a child, and Mu Yuncheng was now the Marquis of Wang Dynasty Yunzhong, with outstanding achievements and a far-reaching reputation. But he can only hide in the demons, and he is burdened with thousands of infamy as an undercover agent.

Right and wrong, jealousy and hatred, these words seem inappropriate to describe one's son.

But when the Xinghai Sect was destroyed, he was captured by the dynasty army, and even if he was on the verge of life and death, he refused to tell the truth, and continued to hide. It is to prevent the demons from planting eyeliner in the dynasty army. Once he tells the truth, not only will he be in danger of continuing to lurk in the demon army, but the assassination plan will also fail.

Maybe he doesn't fully understand him, and only he knows what he is conflicting, struggling, and caring about in his heart.

As a father, he still can't give him what he wants.

"I'm sorry, Feiyu ......" Ye Zanglong sighed in his heart, and the black locust behind him was quietly peeled off by the wind, mixed with the dead leaves of Feiling, and behind his back, paved a lonely road.

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The rain in Sanjiangpu finally stopped in the evening, and the night breeze was like an autumn wind, and it was lonely and cold.

Countless torches were erected along the river, making the dark night when there was no trace of the stars and moon suddenly seem like day.

The people and horses who came from all walks of life had already blocked the road, and the scene was noisy and out of control several times.

Mu Yuncheng and Mo Yiyue couldn't step forward, and they couldn't be rude and rash, so they had to hide behind the crowd and silently observe everything around them.

"I heard that there is a master sent by the demon clan mixed in, you and I must stop him from snatching the position of Sword Saint!" Mu Yuncheng observed the surroundings vigilantly, and whispered to Mo Yiyue.

"The competition of the Sword Saint Conference is naturally strength, and if the demon master has the strength to defeat the heroes, it is not something you and I can stop. If you don't have this strength, you can't do this sword master by intrigue alone. I doubt now that there are any challengers sent by the demons in this Sword Saint Conference?" Mo Yiyue sighed lightly, her eyebrows stretched to the sides, a little helpless.

Mu Yuncheng looked at him sideways, his eyebrows and eyes were full of doubts, but as soon as he was about to speak, he heard a loud sound from the high platform.

"Everyone, be quiet! The Third Elder of the Sword Saint has something to say. ”

The platform seemed far away from everyone, but the sound could drown out all the noise around it. It shows that the person who speaks must also be a first-class master in the great wilderness.

Everyone fell silent, and the surroundings immediately fell silent, all quietly waiting for the person on the high platform to speak.

Mu Yuncheng stood on top of the clouds, looking at the high platform, there were also more than a dozen people standing on the high platform, and there were three people standing up at this time, all of them were pale and white-haired, and the Dao bones were immortal, which should be the three elders of the Sword Saint that the person said.

"By the way, Yi Yue, I stumbled upon a strange thing before. Mu Yuncheng lowered his head and looked down at Mo Yiyue, he was now standing on top of the clouds, and he was much taller than everyone else. "Cangyun can hurt me!"

"Oh?" Mo Yiyue raised her head to look at Mu Yuncheng, but she didn't even care about the words of the three elders of the Sword Saint before the conference.

"Remember the time when you helped me laugh privately! It was I who used Cangyun to force her to death, so she was willing to leave Heihe, and Cangyun did scratch me. ”

Mo Yiyue nodded when she heard this, thought for a moment and said, "There was also the time when I fought with the Blood Demon Corpse King, and the Soul Slayer Sword also pierced your body. It seems that there is a premise that the spirit sword will not hurt you, and if you are willing or he thinks it is beneficial to you, it is not impossible to hurt you. ”

"There may also be a premise that we can't guess......" The implication of his words is that from now on, they can no longer have any fear of the spirit sword, because they can hurt themselves under certain premises.

"Chu Jiansheng I punished evil and promoted good, chivalrous and courageous, and his prestige spread all over the world, and his grace spread all over Kyushu. It's a pity that he was poisoned by the demons, which is disgusting...... Now that the Great Wilderness is collapsing and the creatures are hanging upside down, not only the Youzhou Demon Clan is devouring the land under our jurisdiction, but there are also major clans intriguing and intriguing, and the dark tide is surging. Today's Sword Saint Conference is held, firstly, to elect a new Sword Saint, and secondly, to elect an alliance leader to lead us to counterattack the Demon Clan, regain the lost territory, and return the Great Wilderness to peace!"

The words of the three elders made everyone's blood boil, and they immediately raised the torches in their hands and shouted in unison.

"Choose the Sword Master! Choose the Alliance Leader! Regain the Lost Territory! Counterattack the Demon Clan!"

The burning flame was reflected in everyone's eyes, like the dawn of dawn, full of infinite blood and hope.

"I don't want this Sword Saint Third Elder to talk about it. Mu Yuncheng pursed his lips and smiled, looked down at Mo Yiyue and whispered.

"Do you know who those three elders are?" Mo Yiyue's bright eyes are like the night sky stored in the pool at this moment, full of stars and moons, bright and profound.

"Who?" Mu Yuncheng knew that he knew the origin of the three people, so he asked this question to help him in the following.

"The one at the front is Xie Yuanting, the former leader of the Eastern Sword Alliance, the one on the right is Han Nanxing, the acting pavilion master of the Cangzhou Tingchao Pavilion, and the one on the left is Jiang Shengsheng, the former sword-wielding elder of the Nine Dragons Sword Sect. These three people are all people who have been powerful in the Great Wilderness in the last generation, and although they have long since retired to the rivers and lakes, they are the three heralds under the command of the Sword Saint, so the world is known as the three elders of the Sword Saint. ”

"This is the leader of the alliance and the head of the family, how can there be any reason that he can't say it?" Mu Yuncheng shook his head slightly, only saying that this is the case.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and I saw a person jumping onto the stage, spreading the folding fan in his hand, and couldn't help shaking his head and saying: "Everyone says that the Sword Saint Conference is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, but when I saw it today, except for a few old thieves who were half cut into the ground, there was only a group of rabble left." ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused an uproar, and everyone in the audience was angry, and some people wanted to jump on the high platform and compete with one of them, but the three elders of the Sword Saint, who were like Gujing Wubo, stretched out their hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

Mu Yuncheng and Mo Yiyue immediately became interested when they saw this, and they didn't know who this person was, so bold.

"Who are you? How dare you come to the Sword Saint Conference to make a mistake!" Jiang was not angry and arrogant, and the Yellow Dragon Sword at his waist was hidden from the sheath.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the main thing is that my son-in-law wants to meet the heroes of this Sword Saint Conference for a while. As he spoke, he looked at the audience, and everyone looked at the place where his eyes were, and saw a path in the crowd, and a group of people slowly walked out of the crowd, led by a son dressed up, standing tall and chic. But seeing that he struggled to jump onto the high platform, his fingers picked up the hairband on his shoulder, his eyes were slightly bent like crescent moons, and he arched his hand to the four directions: "In Mu Yuncheng, Xiayunzhou, I have seen all the seniors. ”