The North Sword was retracted and put into its sheath.

He stood still, calmly bathed in the warm light of the edge of the cliff, his heart like a rock, and he did not move.

Only occasionally when the little Taoist priest looked at him, he would smile at him.

to show their recognition and respect.

Ning Xiaolong closed his palm at his waist, and moved sideways downward in an empty fist, clinging to the black coat on his body, and the piece of wind and sand between his palms came out from between his fingers, blending into his body through the gaps in the fabric of the black clothes, slowly circulating between every inch of his muscles and skin.

Every time he looked at it coldly, the speed of the wind and sand would increase, and a heavy whistling sound would roll up, as if it would sweep again at any moment.

When the wind blew, Ning Xiaolong raised his head and straightened the hat on top of his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of indifference or pride.

Although he had already stopped, the young master of Lone Dragon Mountain was still a little unhappy when he looked at the North Xiaojian of Yijian Villa.

He has no grudges with the other party, but when they see each other, they draw their swords and stand palms at each other.

The young man's irritable spirit is always so unreasonable.

But fortunately, there is no bitterness.

He stood here, and only once with a few of his fellow disciples, and then asked the two teenagers to step down after a few words.

Then this little Taoist priest with thick eyebrows, who came from Longhu Mountain and was determined to revive the Taoism for his own mountain gate, glanced at the bright sky from afar on the edge of the cliff, and his mood was always calm.

Although the sunlight at this time was warm and soft, if you stared at it, it was still a little dazzling, she didn't squint her eyes, raised her eyebrows, and said again, "The top priority is to find other monks in the human sect, as long as we get together and combine the strength of the human world, then even if the people from the divine temple and the holy land come over, we don't have to worry." ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, glanced at Bei Xiaojian standing with his sword raised, and then continued, "If I'm not mistaken, the former Northern Shaoxia of the Xuanwu List had been accompanied by the same sect that day, but I don't know where they are now?"

Bei Xiaojian said, "Three hundred miles north of the cliff here, there is a mountain range, and the brothers and sisters of Yijian Villa are all there. This time, I originally only came to find the sword intent of the Nanshan hills, and it was more convenient to walk alone, so I didn't bring them with me. ”

After a moment of silence, he said, "In this case, it is better to meet them first." ”

Bei Xiaojian nodded quickly, raised the long sword in his hand lightly, and was ready to turn around and lead the way.

Before leaving, he seemed to inadvertently glance at Ning Xiaolong, who was standing coldly and solemnly in place, and then said in a strange manner, "If some people are worried that after going to that mountain range, those senior brothers who see me will be left behind by them with the Killing Sword Array of One Sword Villa, then they can stay here." There are thousands of monks in the world, one more is not more, and one less is not less. ”

With that, he stepped on the gravel on the edge of the cliff and began to leave.

The sword went forward, with his head held high, as if he had won a battle.

The two thick eyebrows on Bu Kuan's eyes trembled a little embarrassedly, he arched his hand at Ning Xiaolong, and explained, "Some people in the mouth of Bei Shaoxia are talking about our four senior brothers of Longhu Mountain, and they are definitely not alluding to Ning Shaozhu, you must not take it to heart." ”

This explanation is a little weak.

Ning Xiaolong was originally just a little disdainful, but after hearing the words of not bitterness, those disdains turned into hidden anger in an instant.

The wind and sand in the palm of the black-clothed young man loomed, after several ups and downs, with a deep battle intent.

He snorted coldly, "Yijian Villa is full of people who sell their reputation and reputation, if you hadn't stopped here, I would have slapped that Bei Xiaojian to death with one palm, and then found his fellow disciples, broke that bullshit sword formation, and slaughtered all those little white faces who practiced swords." ”

Speaking of this, Ning Xiaolong's eyes suddenly became a little hideous, he glanced at it and continued in a gloomy voice, "After I go out of the Jiangshan Society, I will kill the Yijian Villa and destroy him."

Before he finished his words, Bu Ku saw that the more he spoke, the more outrageous it became, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to interrupt him.

The little Taoist priest was already sweating on his forehead, he wiped the corners of his forehead and said, "Young Master Ning, remember what I said before, now in this map of the country, we need to get along peacefully, even if you and Bei Shaoxia can't get along, you need to endure it in the current situation." When you get out, you don't care if you want to kill him or destroy him. ”

Ning Xiaolong looked at him and asked, "What do you care about?"

Don't be bitter and quickly return to "Nature is the Taoist system of Longhu Mountain." ”

"Holy!"

Ning Xiaolong scolded lightly, a little reluctant to pay attention to the little Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain in front of him, who was speechless.

At this time, Bei Xiaojian's back was already far away, and he was about to disappear into the sunlight and wind.

Ning Xiaolong didn't say anything anymore, he just pressed the hat on top of his head, and then began to take a step with a cold body, and followed closely.

His steps were fast, the black clothes moved with the wind, and soon he saw the North Xiaojian walking alone in front of him.

Ning Xiaolong's eyes looked at the person in front of him through the eaves of the hat, and the sword in his hand, and muttered softly, "Sword man!"

The wind drifted by, and there was no trace of words.

After standing still for a moment, he asked the three fellow disciples beside him, "Did I say something wrong?" ”

The three people didn't look very old, but they didn't look bitter in their eyes, with a touch of old age and vicissitudes that didn't belong to this age.

They looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

He waved his hand and laughed at himself, "You are more wood than me, and it's useless to ask you." ”

Speaking of this, he didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly took the three of his fellow disciples to start in the same place, and in the blink of an eye, he was not far behind Ning Xiaolong.

With the warm sun in the sky, they headed north.

Before they reached the mountain range three hundred miles away, they had already encountered many human sect cultivators.

With the fame and appeal of these three young people in the human sect, coupled with the three-inch tongue that is not bitter, those human monks have taken refuge, and the team of peers has grown stronger and stronger.

By the time they and the few remaining young swordsmen of the One Sword Villa gathered, the ranks of the cultivators of the Human Sect had expanded to several thousand.

And it doesn't stop there.

They set out from that mountain range again, and continued to march along the trajectory of the Jiangshan Society Map, constantly looking for the other monks in the Jiangshan Society Map.

Over the next few days, their ranks went from 1,000 to 2,000, then 5,000, then 10,000, and the numbers went on and on.

Such a force almost condenses the total strength of all the human sects participating in this list, even if those genius teenagers from the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy and the Holy Land join forces to attack, under the siege of such a large number of people, I am afraid that they will only be able to flee in the wilderness.

Bei Xiaojian walked with his sword in his hand, always walking at the front of the line.

It seems that he has already regarded himself as the leader of the human sect.

He came to participate in the battle on behalf of the One Sword Villa, and after this selection, even if he was finally defeated, with the prestige he had accumulated among the human monks, the reputation of the One Sword Villa would be raised a lot.

That was the real purpose of his trip.

Compared with the scenery of Bei Xiaojian, Ning Xiaolong is much more lonely.

It even seems a little out of place.

Lone Dragon Mountain has always been a single lineage, and from the staffing there, it can be seen that the lonely heart of those mountain owners in the past generations.

And the contemporary mountain lord Ning Renxiang has taken the word loneliness to the extreme, and has been alone in Gulong Mountain for several years, never intersecting with anyone.

Even if someone comes to visit, they will be sent away by him with a few words.

Especially after his wife died of illness, Ning Ren became more and more withdrawn, and his mind was focused on cultivation, except for his son Ning Xiaolong, he never saw him again.

And Ning Xiaolong was cultivated as the next mountain master of Lone Dragon Mountain, both in strength and heart, he was perfectly inherited from his father.

So now, although he is in a world of tens of millions and there is a lot of noise around him, Ning Xiaolong always hides his eyes in the hat and doesn't say a word.

Just silently wrapped his arms around and walked coldly in the corner of the crowd.

Except for the fact that the little Taoist priest occasionally came to talk to him, there were no extra people willing to deal with this black-clothed young man who looked very difficult to mess with.

Ning Xiaolong didn't care.

He prides himself on being alone.

Those human monks were all unpopular in his eyes, and since they were not taken seriously by him, there was naturally no need to speak.

Moving forward on this trip, he wanted to leave alone all the time, but he was always persuaded by the bitter little Taoist priest.

Ning Xiaolong looked at Bu Ku, who was staying by his side for some time and didn't want to leave, and said, "What's the matter that you've been following me? ”

Don't smile bitterly and say, "Gossip is like the sound of the wind in the sky, you can hear it but you can't touch it, just let it blow through." ”

Ning Xiaolong said: "As soon as you cultivate, how did you learn those bald donkeys to play Zen language." ”

Not bitter but still smiling, he didn't reply, but asked rhetorically, "If you don't come out on top this time, and you don't even engrave your name on the Xuanwu list, will you be disappointed?"

Ning Xiaolong was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe I would before, but now, as long as I can fight with those genius teenagers in the Divine Courtyard and the Holy Land, no matter what the final outcome is, there will be no more regrets." ”

Don't ask bitterly, "Is it really that important to prove yourself?"

"Not everyone is like you, who came here just to revive their own mountain sect lineage. ”

Ning Xiaolong pursed his lips and continued, "But then again, if I made a name for myself in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, or even defeated those genius boys, wouldn't Lone Dragon Mountain be passed down again because of me?"

Don't bitterly say, "You are the only one in the future of Lone Dragon Mountain, if you are glorious, Lone Dragon Mountain will naturally follow the glory." Longhu Mountain is not good. ”

Ning Xiaolong looked at him, a little puzzled.

Bu Ku continued, "In the era of the first generation of Heavenly Masters, the masters of the Five Realms of Dragon and Tiger Mountain were everywhere, and their reputation spread far and wide. Since I take the revival of the Taoist system of Longhu Mountain as the foundation of my cultivation, I cannot only care about my personal glory, but let every future generation of Longhu Mountain be glorified, so that Longhu Mountain will be glorious.

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