Wanjian Villa is not far from Xiangyang City, the two of them galloped all the way, and arrived near Zhuangzi in only a quarter of an hour, because Wan Mohan's strength is extraordinary, so the two of them inevitably have to cover their scarves, hide their breath, and hide.

At this moment, in front of the gate of Wanjian Villa, Wan Mohan, the owner of the village, stood on the huge iron sword that symbolized the glory of Wanjian Villa, looking down at the black-clothed masked people around the iron sword, stunned.

"Who the hell are you, who dare to come to my Wanjian Villa again and again to make trouble, don't you think I'm Wan Mohan easy to bully?"

A man in black who seemed to be the head of the head stood under the iron sword at this time, looked at Wan Mohan murderously, and sneered, "Wan Mohan, who is worthy of being one of the seven great grandmasters, is hard to speak, but I also told Master Wan Zhuang that the divine sword that is about to be born, we are bound to get it, and Lord Wan Zhuang can't stop it." ”

Holding the sword in his hand, Wan Mohan sneered without changing his face, "Is it just your group of first-class peaks?"

No wonder Wan Mohan is confident, the gap between the pilgrimage realm and the first product is too big, just like a river and a stream, unless it is the golden body of the people in the two sects and the Dao Xuanhua realm, it can be worthy of fighting with the pilgrimage realm, but this kind of person is rare.

"Then the owner of the village can try it! brothers!"

With an order, the black-clothed man swarmed up, and Dongfang Yi, who was watching the battle not far away, exclaimed, "My mother, ten first-class peaks, ten masters of the battle pilgrimage? Where did these people come from? Even our royal family can't show this kind of strength!"

Staring at the long sword in Wan Mohan's hand, Bu Shan shook his head and said, "Hidden Dragon Village is the holy land of the Eastern Clan, where the masters are like clouds, and ten first-grade peaks are nothing, if you think about it carefully, the amazing people who have appeared in your Eastern Clan in the past eighty years, although they were defeated in the battle for the throne, but their talent is not bad, as long as they cultivate well in Hidden Dragon Village, what is a first-grade peak?"

A trace of solemnity suddenly flashed in Dongfang Yi's eyes, and he asked softly, "The strength of Hidden Dragon Village is very strong?"

As if he knew what Dongfang Yi was thinking, Bu Shan sneered and said, "It's true that the strength of the Hidden Dragon Village is very strong, but if you think about it, if the Hidden Dragon Village is really the maker of the bloody case back then, then what is their motive? Chu Wenhao is already a courtier of the Dongfang Clan, what is the benefit of cutting off his arm to the Dongfang Clan?"

"Then do you know what forces can come up with this lineup?" Pointing to the man in black who was fighting with Wan Mohan in the field, Dongfang Yi asked in a condensed voice.

Bu Shan smacked his lips and said, "Yes, yes, but those people have always had no quarrel with the world, even when the righteous demon was in the war, they all watched coldly, and your grandfather's incident, I'm afraid they won't be involved." ”

Dongfang Yi couldn't wait to ask, "Who is it?"

"Desert Ghost City, Kunlun Mountain Spirit Castle, Dali Mu Family!" Bushan shrugged.

Hearing these three places, Dongfang Yi rolled his eyes, the ghost city is located in the center of the desert between the Northern Desert and Da Liang, whether it is Da Liang or the North Desert, where to exile many prisoners every year, it can be said that there is a city of sin, and Kunlun Mountain Spirit Fort is rumored to be the remains of ancient immortals, only to hear its name and not see its fort, not to mention the Mu family in Dali, that is an ancient family, never set foot in Dali, even if the emperor wants to see them, he will rush to Dali in person, how can he send people out to make trouble.

Seeing this, Bu Shan sneered and said, "I told you clearly, your grandfather's matter has nothing to do with them, you kid still have to ask!"

Dongfang Yiqi snorted twice, did not answer, and looked at Wan Mohan intently.

At this moment, in front of the gate of Wanjian Villa, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and a long sword is wielded by Wan Mohan, and it is varied, like an antelope hanging horn without a trace, Dongfang Yi can not predict Wan Mohan's sword-swinging route even if he has Yin and Yang Wuji Skill, which makes him amazed.

Seeing Dongfang Yi lose Wan Mohan's sword moves, Bu Shan chuckled on the side and said, "Don't patronize and watch the sword moves, Qiankun's sword technique is varied, and he is well versed in the principles of the five elements gossip, if you just look at the sword moves, you might as well take a look at Wan Mohan's body technique, that is where the mystery of his sword technique lies." ”

"What's so special about his body? Why don't I feel it? Instead, I feel soft!" Dongfang Yi pouted.

Bu Shan sneered and said, "Soft, you kid has forgotten the characteristics of Yin and Yang Wujigong? You can overcome rigidity with softness on the inside, why can't you use the body method? Blowing willows in the wind, elegant and agile, isn't it exactly what the body method needs most? Do you think it's almost over?"

"What do you mean?" Dongfang Yihu wondered.

Bushan put his hands in his sleeves, leaned on the trunk of the tree, and sneered, "The most important point of the body method is that the body moves with your heart, just right, you can not only avoid the enemy, but also attack the enemy, Wan Mohan understands this truth, so his Qiankun swordsmanship can be easily done with the blessing of the body method, look at it, at most a stick of incense, this group of people will die in the hands of Wan Mohan." ”

Dongfang Yi sat on the branch of the tree, crossed his arms with both hands, glanced at Bushan, and said with a face full of disbelief, "Pull it down, Wan Mohan is strong, but is the other party weak?" That set of formations contains the Taoist Tiangang Beidou principle, a stick of incense, I estimate that Wan Mohan may not be able to take them in an hour. ”

"So what? A group of sheep faces a tiger, even if this group of sheep knows the formation method, but you don't want who lasts longer, the tiger has not used all its strength until now, once the tiger is powerful, how can the sheep be the opponent?" Bushan pouted and squinted.

Wan Mohan seemed to have heard the conversation between the two, and after driving the sword to force back the two black-clothed people, he let out a long roar, flew into the sky, held the sword in both hands, and spun quickly in the air, the sword qi swung around, tearing apart the opponent's large array, and then stopped his body, slashed down with a sword, and shouted "Sword swinging Kyushu!"

The sword qi smashed to the ground, and with a bang, the chains that bound the iron sword broke one after another, making a snapping sound, and the iron sword that lost its grip suddenly fell to the ground and smashed into a formation of several people.

Since he dared to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Villa to find fault, how could the man in black only have this little means? The moment the iron sword fell to the ground, everyone immediately withdrew from the big array, fled from this place separately, and then regathered the big array on the other side, and the weapons in their hands were pointed at Wan Mohan.

Taking a deep breath, Wan Mo smiled coldly and said, "Do you deserve it with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Wan Mohan threw up the long sword, and his hands quickly wrapped around his chest, until the long sword fell to his chest and transformed into thousands of sword shadows, Wan Mohan shouted sharply, "Ten thousand swords are one!"

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were colorless, and the sword qi and sword shadows that had been scattered around the Ten Thousand Swords Villa were all gathered together, forming a huge long sword behind Wan Mohan, and smashing it towards the group of black-clothed people, and the group of black-clothed people seemed to be shocked by the opponent's giant sword at this moment, standing there stupidly, watching the giant sword fall on top of their heads.

The two people watching the battle not far away, Dongfang Yi was dumbfounded, Bushan's face was solemn, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect Wan Mohan to have reached such a point, and in time, I'm afraid that a sword saint will come out of Ten Thousand Swords Villa!" Bu Shan muttered to himself.

Dongfang Yi didn't hear what Bu Shan was muttering at first, but when he turned around and saw Bu Shan's face full of solemnity, Dong Fang Yi quickly got up, rubbed his hands, and quipped, "What's the matter? Feel the pressure? As the saying goes, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, you can't accept the old man!"

Bu Shan glanced at Dongfang Yi in surprise, it stands to reason that the stronger this Wan Mohan is, the more worried he should be, how can he still have the heart to make fun of himself? So Bu Shan said arrogantly, "When the old man dominated the martial arts, Wan Mohan was still a doll, and your mother didn't give birth to it, let me admit defeat?" I can tell you the truth, unless Wan Mohan really achieves the position of Sword Saint, he and the old man are half a catty and eight taels, what is there to be angry about?"

Sensing that Bu Shanyan was insincere, and his words were full of sourness, Dongfang Yi's eyes suddenly showed a narrow smile, so he reached out and fanned it under his nose, and said while fanning, "We didn't eat dumplings at night, where did it smell so vinegar?"

Hearing this, Bu Shan kicked Dongfang Yi to the field, and then followed with the sword, Dongfang Yi lay in front of Wan Mohan's eyes, the old man Bu carried the air sword, and said majestically, "This little cub said that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach, and the old man Bu Shan specially came to ask the master of Wanzhuang for a few tricks today." ”

Staring at Dongfang Yi who was pretending to be dead on the ground, Wan Mohan turned around and walked towards the village, near the door, Wan Mohan turned his back to the two and said slowly, "I know that I am not the opponent of the seniors, so I ask the sword for advice, or please ask the seniors to move elsewhere, as for His Royal Highness King Heng, if you are coming for the sword, half a moon later will be the day when the sword will be baked, and then the Wanjian Villa will be waiting for you." ”

As the words disappeared, the gate of Wanjian Villa was closed, and the world immediately returned to peace. Glancing at the toppled giant sword and the shattered corpse on the ground, Dongfang Yi quickly got up from the ground, walked to Bu Shan's side, jumped to his feet and scolded, "Old man Bu, are you fucking crazy? Do you know who it is? Wan Mohan, one of the seven great grandmasters, the owner of Wanjian Mountain Villa, the murderous spirit has not been collected, you kicked me in front of the other party, what if he slaughtered me with his sword? Who gave you this old man with a stinky and hard temper to heal his wounds?"

Bu Shan plucked out his ears with disdain, and then blew the earwax on his little finger at Dongfang Yi slightly, and then sneered: "Whether I'm crazy or not depends on you kid, it's not where you squeeze me, I'll kick you out? Don't you know that the old man hates others to squeeze me the most in his life? Tell you stinky boy, if you weren't still useful and could heal me, the old man couldn't wait to slash you with a sword just now, as for Wan Mohan, what about it? He himself admits that he is weaker than me, and you kid is here to instigate the old man to do it!"

After what Wan Mohan said just now, Bu Shan finally came back to his senses, Dongfang Yi this kid was treacherous, and it stands to reason that he would not squeeze him in that situation at all, but Dongfang Yi just did it, so what does that mean? That means that Dongfang Yi wants to do it tonight, and wants to take advantage of the lack of true qi after Wan Mohan's battle, and Bushan will defeat Wan Mohan on the grounds of the competition, so that Dongfang Yi can obtain the soul of the divine soldier.

Thinking of this, Bu Shan suddenly laughed angrily, walked quickly to Dongfang Yi's side, grabbed Dongfang Yi's ear, and sneered, "Okay, little rabbit cub, you have even started to calculate the old man now, haven't you?"

Dongfang Yi saw that Bushan was very angry and laughed, he suddenly wilted, his face was full of flattering smiles, covered his ears, and hissed and explained, "Isn't this afraid that you will not be able to wipe your face? Besides, how can you be regarded as a martial arts senior, if you really listen to my shot, once this spreads, people will think that you are bullying the small, bullying the weak, and robbing while the fire is burning, where will your old face go? With my reason, at least at that time, you can be said to be stimulated by me, right? In fact, I am all for the sake of your old reputation!"

Dongfang Yi didn't explain, but Bu Shan's face was even worse when he explained, a martial arts veteran was invited to fight by a little kid who ran to the front of others with a radical method, and finally had to be reminded by his family, is there anything more shameful than this? So Bu Shan took Dongfang Yi's ear, walked to the gate of Wanjian Villa, and shouted at the village, "Wan Mohan, the old man will not take advantage of people's danger to attack you today, but this kid in my hand wants to ask Wanjian Villa for a few swords, isn't your Wanjian Villa known as the world's first sword?" Half of this kid's martial arts are inherited from Liu Mang, his Tiangang Beidou Sword, don't you want to see it?"

When the two approached the gate of Wanjian Villa, a long sword suddenly flew out of the village and was inserted straight in front of the two, and then an unpredictable voice came from the village, "On the day when the sword was baked, Wanjian Villa dared to ask His Royal Highness King Heng for advice on the Tiangang Beidou Sword, if His Royal Highness King Heng wins, Wanjian Villa is willing to offer the sword with both hands." ”

Hearing the sound, Bushan let go of Dongfang Yi's ears and laughed, "Okay, I'll come down for this kid!"

Dongfang Yi rubbed his ears on the side, and said aggrievedly, "What a fart!"