At the mountain gate of Wind Thunder City, two uninvited guests came.

A person dressed in a pink robe, beautiful as a fairy, with a calm smile, his hands behind his back, floating to the ground.

The other person held a sword in his arms, his eyes were closed, and the landing point was extremely particular, and he happened to fall on a position behind the pink-robed man, and he didn't dare to trespass at all.

"Master Hou. Can Genra practice here for a while?"

The man holding the sword in his arms suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze stayed on the seven words of sword qi at the mountain gate of Wind Thunder City.

Chang Sisi glanced at the seven wild grasses above his head that were condensed with sword qi and lasted for many years, and said with a smile: "The gestures are connected and round, the glyphs are wild and changeable, endless, and done in one go, the words are good words, and the sword is also a good sword." ”

Fan Yihou waved his hand, and did not force Pei Yuanliang to go up the mountain with him, he didn't need Pei Yuanliang's protection in Yunxia Mountain, and he didn't need it in Fenglei City, which was also one of the top ten sects in the world.

And whether it is visiting Yunxia Mountain, which belongs to the territory of Yan Kingdom, or this Wind Thunder City, which belongs to the Daxuan Dynasty, this pink-clothed candidate did not go up the mountain against the wind, he chose to stop outside the mountain gate of the two sects, and he could not go up the mountain, and in terms of etiquette, he was even more restrained than the disciples of the two sects, which really made people unable to find any thorns.

It's just that coming to Wind Thunder City this time, and visiting Yunxia Mountain that day and night, are actually two artistic conceptions.

This time, it is not to reminisce about the past, and the two countries are at war, Chang Sisi is inconvenient to stay in Daxuan for too long, so he goes up to the wind Thunder City, just like going down to Yunxia Mountain, every step out, the figure flashes several steps, and one step can reach dozens of steps.

Dressed in pink, it kept flashing on the mountaineering road of Wind Thunder City, extremely fast, and even pulled out several afterimages.

The brocade-clothed man who was practicing his sword at the peak of Wind Thunder City had just stepped into the Nine Realms, and he was extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment, and when the pink coat was still extremely far away from here, he had already sensed the arrival of this uninvited guest.

On the mountain climbing road of Wind Thunder City, there were actually many disciples guarding it, but the speed of the pink coat was too fast, causing most of those disciples of Wind Thunder City to just see an afterimage, and before they could react, they were swept by the afterimage, leaving a warm and jade-like sentence in their ears, "Don't panic, don't panic······

Chang Sisi quickly climbed to the top of Wind Thunder City, and when he saw the young sword immortal in brocade clothes and black robes who had just stepped into the Nine Realms, he greeted him with a smile, "Heroes are young boys." ”

Wen Nian frowned, because as a sword cultivator of the Nine Realms, he couldn't even sense the slightest spiritual energy flow on that person's body, even if it was a martial artist refining body under the mountain, he also had an internal force, and a breath of true qi hanging, if he couldn't feel the spiritual power or internal force flow on that person's body, there were only two possibilities.

One is that the person has no power to restrain the chicken, and he is indeed a pure ordinary man, without any cultivation roots.

One is that the other party is unfathomable, the realm is far beyond his own, and the control of spiritual power or internal force is superb, and he has entered the realm, so that all the breath of the whole body can be converged, and there is no trace at all, which is unpredictable.

Wen Nian is very sure that this person must not be the former.

Therefore, after the other party's sentence "Heroes are out of youth", the young sword immortal was ready to move.

Wen Nian came out with a sword very quickly.

It was so fast that the average monk couldn't keep up with the speed at which he drew his sword with the naked eye.

It's shorter than an instant.

In an instant, Wen Nian had already grasped the hilt of the sword behind his back with his hand, and drew the sword out of its sheath.

However, in the next moment, the young sword immortal had already swallowed his saliva, and there were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was terrified and his heart palpitated.

The long sword behind him was not more than an inch out of its sheath, and he felt that the long sword was forced back by a force that was too great to resist.

And from beginning to end, he didn't even catch the other party's movements, just as he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, only a little bit out of the sheath, and the pink coat had disappeared from five zhang away, and then appeared behind him.

"Don't get excited, I'm not here to fight in Wind Thunder City, I think, your hospitality in Wind Thunder City won't be asking for swords, right?"

Chang Sisi smiled and squinted, with a harmless look on his face, and with an index finger of his left hand, he pressed the long sword behind the young sword fairy back into the scabbard with an understatement, unable to move, no matter how Wen Nian operated his spiritual power, the long sword in the sheath was motionless.

Wen Nian turned his head slightly, not daring to make too much of it, but just looked at the smiling pink-robed man with the corner of his eye, the other party really didn't want to hurt himself.

Before the next sentence could be spoken, Chang Sisi let go of his index finger and took a step back.

The next moment, from the position where he was standing just now, a thin flying sword flew by, which could easily take the head of a monk under the Nine Realms, it was the Sect Master of Wind Thunder City, the natal flying sword of the old sword immortal Mo Yan, Zang Feng.

The flying sword Zang Feng instantly disappeared from Chang Sisi's sight, and flew back to the old sect master Mo Yan's eyebrows.

The old man floated to the ground, looked at the pink-clothed "young man" who was more beautiful than the woman with a smile, and said with a smile: "Rare guests, I don't know if the Hou Ye is here, and I will miss the welcome." ”

Chang Sisi restrained his smile, hugged his fist at Mo Yan and said: "I have heard the name of the old sect master for a long time, and when I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation." ”

Wen Nian turned around, bowed his head to Mo Yan, and said respectfully: "Wen Nian greets the master." ”

The old man waved his hand at the proud disciple and told him to step back, this person was not something he could deal with now.

Before leaving, the young sword fairy glanced at the pink robe, and his heart palpitated.

Mo Yan smiled and said: "Hou Ye's 'old sect master', I can't afford it, your identity is so sensitive, it's not appropriate to visit my Wind Thunder City at this time, we don't need to be polite, what advice does Hou Ye have?"

Mo Yan lost a smile on his face, and looked at the "young" man in front of him who he hadn't seen for decades, since he was as young as the other party, Chang Sisi in pink clothes was already like this, and now Mo Yan is five hundred years old, and Chang Sisi is still at the age of this weak crown, which is staggering.

It's really hard to say who is older than whom.

Mo Yan suddenly remembered that there was an innocent, childlike little girl who once laughed and said that she was an "old monster", if you want to compare with the man in pink in front of him, he is really a little witch, I am afraid that only the other party can afford a sentence of "old monster".

Chang Sisi didn't seem to hear Mo Yan's sentence "I can't afford the old sect master", nodded and smiled: "The old sect master is really refreshing, since this is the case, then I will say it directly, I want to buy a new sword forged by Wind Thunder City last month, from the hand of Master Wen." ”

Mo Yan turned around and left directly, waving his hand without looking back: "The weather is not very good today, it looks like it's going to rain, Master Hou should hurry back, don't get wet." ”

Chang Sisi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't sell it, then it should be my Yan Guo to borrow your new sword from Wind Thunder City, a hundred stinging money, and Chang Mou guarantees that the new sword will be sent back to Wind Thunder City intact afterwards." ”

When he heard that he was not buying a sword, but borrowing a sword, but still had money to earn, that Mo Yan Mo Old Sword Immortal's footsteps paused slightly, and then turned around and smiled: "This, our Wind Thunder City is in the territory of Daxuan, and it is reasonable to lend you a sword to Yan Kingdom, this is not very suitable······

As if everything was expected by Chang Si, this Hou Ye didn't say much, and put down a sentence: "Three hundred." ”

Mo Yan Mo Old Sect Master coughed, looked around and said, "This, it's not about money······

Chang Sisi shook his head and continued: "Five hundred." ”

Mo Yan pinched his chin with one hand, so as a difficult situation, he whispered: "When the time comes, the Daxuan Dynasty will blame ······."

Chang Sisi began to gradually lose his patience, thinking that this old man was not sitting on the ground and raising the price?

"A thousand. ”

This is Chang Sisi's last bid, if it doesn't work out, then he would rather return empty-handed, Cang Gengzhou is not only a wind and thunder city, there is a sword to buy, it is nothing more than a matter of a few more days to resist the wind.

Who knew that the old man Mo was still embarrassed, and said, "Master Hou really makes it difficult for the old man······"

Chang Sisi brushed his sleeves away and laughed: "Since it's so difficult, it's better not to do it." ”

Mo Yan didn't expect the pink-clothed candidate to look like he was leaving, and hurriedly shouted: "Deal!"

The young man in a pink robe turned his back to the old man, the corners of his mouth twitched, he turned around, and without seeing how to move, he slipped out a money bag from his sleeve, threw the money bag into the old man's hand, and said with a smile: "Old Sect Master might as well order it?"

Mo Yan took the heavy money bag, carefully untied the rope, and while polishing his eyes and looking at the amount of stinging money inside, he said with a smile: "Master Hou said yes, it must not be wrong, the old man can be trusted, trustworthy ······"

Chang Si Pi said with a smile: "Pay the money with one hand, deliver the goods with the other, what about the goods?"

Old Sect Master Mo, who had already counted the amount in the money bag, quietly put the money bag full of stinging money into a magic weapon with a lot of money, and smiled, it was actually a fairy demeanor, and he completely lost the appearance of a wealth fan just now.

Mo Yan smiled: "Please sword!"

A city of wind and thunder is like an edict.

In the sword furnace located in the mountain behind Wind Thunder City, there was an unsheathed sword that had been cast, but it was still refining the sword body with the power of cloud and thunder in the sword furnace, rising from the ground, castrating like a rainbow, and flying straight to the sword training platform at the peak of Wind Thunder City.

At this moment, the old man and the pink-robed man raised their heads together, looking at the long rainbow that swooped down from the sky and came straight to the sword training platform.

The long sword was accurately inserted in front of Mo Yan and Chang Sisi, the sword was three feet long, except for the hilt left outside, the sword body was all submerged in the ground, but this new sword that had been tempered by the power of cloud and thunder was also surrounded by wind and thunder, and the lightning flashed constantly.

The old man stretched out a hand, spread out his palm, and said with a smile: "The sword is here, Master Hou, please?"

Chang Sisi was calm, knowing that this old fox wanted to test his skills, and he hadn't seen him for decades, so it was inevitable that he would have this thought.

The peak of Wind and Thunder City, on the sword training platform.

Dressed in a pink robe, he stretched out his left hand and held it in a grip shape, slowly lifting it upwards.

A new sword that was submerged in the ground as if the entire sword body was held in the air, following the movements of the pink robe's hand, slowly rising, until it was completely pulled out, when the tip of the unsheathed sword was completely separated from the land of the sword training platform, it flew straight into the hand of the man in pink, and was held in the palm of his hand, and the surrounding clouds and thunder also dissipated instantly, calm and calm, and the waves were not alarmed.

Chang Sisi held the unsheathed sword in his left hand and said with a smile: "Good sword, have you ever named it?"

Mo Yan shook his head and said very generously: "If the Hou Ye has a heart, it is not impossible." ”

Chang Sisi smiled and didn't say a word, holding the unsheathed sword and leaving with the wind, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

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Wearing a pink robe, he instantly came to the foot of the Wind Thunder City, and the young man practiced his sword qi in a single body, which actually made the sword qi of Wind Thunder City that had not retreated for many years retreat by three points.

Chang Sisi held an unsheathed sword, and before the seven-word sword qi in the shape of the Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation, "Ten Thousand Wind and Thunder Send Smoke and Rain", he also condensed seven words with sword qi, but it was not written in wild cursive, but in regular and neat regular letters.

Thousands of feet of thunder rose from the platform.

The name of the sword is thundering.