In the sky above the center of Jiufeng Mountain, Cai Lanting looked at the sword that Mu Linchun stabbed at him, with a hint of mockery on his face, he did not retreat but advanced, bypassed the tip of the sword, stepped forward, and slapped Mu Linchun's chest with one palm.

Of course, Mu Linchun knew that Cai Lanting was powerful, and with his seemingly fast sword, there was actually room for it, and immediately his body turned, and Cai Lanting's palm fell short. Before he could strike again, Mu Linchun had already swung a sword, which was faster and more ruthless than the previous one, and directly slashed at the neck of the second person in the world.

But how could Cai Lanting's head be so easy to cut off? I saw that his body was like a spirit snake, and his right hand bolted out and buckled towards Mu Linchun's wrist holding the sword; however, the latter seemed to have calculated that he would have such a move, and suddenly the long sword swirled, as long as Cai Lanting dared to grasp his own vein, this sword would inevitably cut off his right hand.

Cai Lanting was shocked, and secretly said that this son was really scheming, but he did not shrink his hand, his hands flowed, and he used his palm as a knife to directly take Mu Linchun's right hand holding the sword and his heart.

Every time Mu Linchun makes a sword, he will calculate the cracking moves that the other party may use, so that no matter how Cai Lanting resolves it, he can anticipate the enemy's opportunity and take the lead in changing his moves. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, and then looked at Cai Lanting's hands, but they were like red-hot soldering irons, and the space became distorted wherever the wind went. If he is contaminated, his skin will be opened, and he will attack two places with both hands, teaching people to take care of one and lose the other.

Mu Linchun was jealous in his heart, and hurriedly retreated three feet, as soon as his body stopped, Cai Lanting's red palms had already been pressed, and Mu Linchun could only resist with his sword; The swords of Dongxuan Sword Pool, each one is well-made, and the sword in Mu Linchun's hand is still wrapped in its own internal force, sharpening iron like mud and chopping stone like ash, Cai Lanting's move is inevitably a bit big.

In fact, Mu Linchun didn't know that Cai Lanting's martial arts, called "Red Flame Palm Knife", were extremely domineering divine skills, and at this moment he only used five successes. But Rao is like this, after three moves, the three-foot long sword in Mu Linchun's hand, when it touched Cai Lanting's hands, it was like ice cubes meeting a soldering iron, and it quickly melted, leaving only more than a foot and a half.

Mu Linchun knew that it would be in vain to fight again, he could not be the opponent of this old man at all, if the defeat was too ugly, it might affect his climbing in the martial arts, and his body was extremely downward at the moment, falling towards the half-section of the peak.

Cai Lanting snorted coldly, and did not force each other, the reason why he made a move was to let Mu Linchun know that with his current martial arts cultivation, he was nothing in his eyes, and he also wanted to suppress this young master of the Red Lotus who suddenly turned over, and not be too arrogant.

Cai Lanting is known as the world's best sword, book, Xuan, and chess, so he is well versed in the art of Xuanmen Wangqi, and three days ago he saw Mu Linchun's face, but some couldn't see through his life.

Mu Linchun's upper, middle and lower three pavilions seem to be coordinated, but they are all defective, they should have died at an early age, but for some reason they have lived until now, in addition to the skill that Mu Linsen sealed in his body, there must be other reasons. It's just that he doesn't want to think about it anymore, although he has a bad premonition, but he has even done something like helping the West Gate East Building to arrange the Spirit Gathering Array, so what else can't he think of?

Thinking of this, Cai Lanting flew down to the half-cut peak, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard Ximen Donglou sneer: "Xiao Cai, why are you still bullying juniors? It's really brazen, brazen! Haha......"

Cai Lanting glanced at the East Building of the West Gate, and saw that under his light smile, there was actually endless exhaustion, and he looked at Mu Linchun again, and stopped talking, so he simply waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

The West Gate East Building looked at his back, sighed secretly, and silently walked back to the ancient pavilion. Mu Linchun followed, of course, he could see a trace of tiredness and fatigue that the old man deliberately hidden, but he didn't break it immediately, and solemnly bent down at the old man and knelt down, kowtowing.

Ximen Donglou smiled, "Get up, it doesn't have to be like this." ”

Mu Linchun got up when he heard this, and didn't say any words of thanks, because it would be superfluous to say anything now, and he could only keep the old man's kindness in his heart.

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward, and Mu Linchun asked: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Dongxuan Sword Pool and Cai Lanting have always been on the same page, but now it seems that Mr. Cai has a great relationship with Grandpa Ximen." ”

"Hehe, since it's a rumor, how can it be taken seriously, the old man admires this person from the bottom of his heart, appreciates his talent and unruliness, speaking of which, Xiao Cai and I can be regarded as friends who have forgotten their years. He's a good person, but sometimes he's a little paranoid, and he seems to be unruly, but in fact, deep down, he still has some rules. Come to think of it, it also has something to do with his mastery of the art of Xuanmen. He has no ill will towards you, and you don't have to think about it. ”

Mu Linchun nodded, smiled, and talked for a while with the East Building of the West Gate, and then turned to say: "It's noon, and my grandson is a little hungry, so let's go down the mountain first, everyone must be in a hurry." ”

Ximen Donglou heard him call himself "grandson", showed a smile on his face, nodded, didn't say more, the two walked down half the peak together, and Mu Linchun also naturally held the old man's arm.

Mu Linchun didn't stay in the Great Xuanjian Sect for long, because the high-level of the entire sect was faintly unkind to him, the most obvious of which was Ximen Feilong. Just a few days ago, Cai Lanting hinted that his grandfather only had three years to live, and he still didn't believe it, but now he couldn't help but believe it, after his grandfather broke the seal in his body for Mu Linchun, he could clearly feel that his grandfather was much older than before, and his reaction was much slower, how could this not make him angry in his heart?

Mu Linchun didn't care about Ximen Feilong's attitude, if it was him, he might not give himself a good face, so early in the morning, he said goodbye to the East Building of Ximen and took Mu Youzhi and Yueyao on the way home.

The three of them rode on horseback, and after traveling a distance, they met Qi Hongyu, the seventh sword god, again in a small town. Before, when Mu Linchun and the others entered the Snow Dragon Valley, Qi Hongyu was stopped by the monument keeper Mo Shou and did not follow a few people into the valley. Later, Mu Linchun said goodbye to Qin Xuan, and after leaving Kunlun, he didn't see him again, but Mu Linchun guessed that he shouldn't leave first.

Qi Hongyu did not leave, but since Mu Linchun and the others came out of Kunlun, he secretly followed them, and later saw a few people enter the Dongxuan Sword Pool, so he waited for a few people in this town that must be passed.

Seeing Mu Linchun again, Qi Hongyu was obviously stunned, he could feel the other party's restrained qi, this was obviously the cultivation of the early stage of the Tianyuan Realm, he couldn't think of how this young man had changed from a person with no internal strength at all, to a master who was almost the same as himself. Of course, at the moment, his Tianyuan Realm Great Perfection realm is still slightly higher, but this unreasonable martial arts ascent still makes his heart tremble.

Mu Linchun saw his surprise, but didn't explain too much.

After dozens of miles, Qi Hongyu couldn't help but ask, "Mu Gongzi, Qin Xuan, ...... him?"

Qi Hongyu's eastward trip this time was entrusted by Qin Zhiguan to bring Qin Xuan back, at the moment Qin Xuan had not yet left the Snow Dragon Valley, but the direction of Mu Linchun's trip was the route from Dongxuanzhou, which made him a little puzzled.

Mu Linchun said: "After I go back, I will naturally find a way to bring him out, Uncle Qin, you don't have to worry, I will go and tell him." ”

Qi Hongyu thought about it and didn't ask again, of course he knew something about the people in Snow Dragon Valley, and if his so-called sword god entered, he must not be able to get out, so he silently followed Mu Linchun and the others to gallop and rush to the outside of Dongxuanzhou.

After a few days of traveling, the four of them came to Yichuan City in Longscale County again, Mu Linchun specially went to Manyue Village, handed over a letter written by Su Chenyang to his father Su Yanglie before leaving, and asked him about the situation of the old sword god Liang Yunti. But the answer he got was that the old sword god had left Full Moon Village more than ten days ago, and he didn't tell Su Yanglie where he had gone when he left.

Mu Linchun searched for people to no avail, so he only had a light meal in the Full Moon Village, and then set out on the road again.

When he left Yichuan City, Mu Linchun slowed down and looked sideways at both sides of the street, there were many vendors selling various animal skins on the side of the road who were setting up stalls, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the burden on the saddle, which was the complete fiery red mink that Qin Xuan bought for him here that day.

After a pause, Mu Linchun suddenly raised his horsewhip and slapped the horse's buttocks fiercely, and the white horse under his crotch neighed and galloped away.

When passing by the Xiongwu Pass, where only the ruins remained, Mu Linchun turned his head to look back at the distant Kunlun Mountain, and silently thought in his heart: Qin Xuan, you wait, it won't be long before I will pick you up.

Then, the mink fur white horse was gone.