The more people there are, the more people there are.

Suddenly, a voice broke the noise.

"Ning Baifeng, are you really my Ding Sword Pavilion disciple?"

Ning Baifeng followed the sound and saw a woman stepping on the sword and looking at him in the air.

It was the woman in palace costume who had been sitting in the temporary cave house of Dingjian Pavilion before.

Ning Baifeng was stunned, he didn't understand what was going on, he had never said that he was a disciple of Dingjian Pavilion here, and when he talked about Dingjian Pavilion from beginning to end, only a limited number of people knew about it.

As soon as the palace woman said this, the place instantly fell silent, and they all looked at the white-clothed young man leaning in front of the boulder.

Kurong Yusu turned his head to look at the woman in palace clothes, and sneered: "Lin Daoyou, isn't this a bit excessive." ”

As soon as he came, he claimed to be a disciple of Ding Jian Pavilion, which was unclear to tell others that if he wanted to eat alone, everyone else could withdraw, and even what he did before was a joke, especially when there was a small treasure destroyed in the hands of the young man in white.

I only heard the people on the boulder also mock, "Fairy Lin has good means, and he robs people so skillfully, I really admire, admire." ”

The discussion began to rise.

Many of the people who came here had seen the sword question at the mouth of the canyon, and they all heard clearly that this young man named Ning Baifeng claimed to be a casual cultivator at that time, and even refused the invitation of the Ten Thousand Swords Stone Forest to face him.

Now this Lin Yuyuan asked the other party if he was a disciple of Dingjian Pavilion as soon as he came, which would not make people feel that Dingjian Pavilion was ugly, but also could find a staircase for all parties, and the means were indeed clever.

It's just that now in front of so many people, no matter how clever the means are, they seem a little shameless.

However, Lin Yuyuan didn't pay attention to the discussion below, and just looked at the young man in white quietly.

Ning Baifeng slowly suppressed the boiling sea of qi in his body, exhaled a breath, listening to those discussions, he smiled a little bitterly, he couldn't think of a word, it turned out to be his life-saving straw.

At this time, in front of so many people, if you want to leave with all your beards and tails, you will definitely be forced to ask some things, and it is even possible that even if the things are explained in detail, you will not be able to leave safely.

After all, people's hearts are different, and whether they believe or not is all in one thought.

Everyone was waiting for the young man in white to answer.

After Ning Baifeng finished conditioning his qi, he coughed and said, "Sort of." ”

In fact, Ning Baifeng could say yes with one bite, but in this way, it inevitably seemed that he was too utilitarian, and after thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth.

But such an answer made everyone on the periphery immediately laugh.

What is the answer, yes, no, no, what does it mean.

Kurong Yusu sneered.

A sigh came from the boulder, "Boy, you're really not smart enough to fight snakes with sticks." ”

There are many people, so it is not easy to start secretly, so after hearing the voice, Ning Baifeng raised his head slightly and looked at the boulder on his back.

A middle-aged man was wearing a moon-white robe and carrying a long sword on his waist, very chivalrous in the sword battle, but the triangular eyes on his face destroyed this chivalrous spirit and looked a little mean and ruthless.

At this time, the middle-aged man was looking down at him, with a look of pity on his face. But there was a mismatch of ridicule in his eyes.

Lin Yuyuan heard this

replied, frowning slightly, and asked, "Since it is, then which line of disciple are you?" ”

However, before Ning Baifeng could answer, the middle-aged man on the boulder immediately smiled and said, "Fairy Lin, don't be mistaken about the concept, what he said is 'counted', which is very different from 'yes'. ”

Lin Yuyuan glanced at the middle-aged man with a cold gaze.

Ning Baifeng replied truthfully: "The sword pool is in the same vein. ”

Lin Yuyuan frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man on the boulder burst out laughing, a little overjoyed.

Some of the onlookers laughed, but some didn't know what was going on.

Kurong Yusuo also didn't know what the middle-aged man who had done bad for his own good was laughing at.

As if he had laughed enough, the middle-aged man reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, and said: "Boy, you have to use your brain before lying, I have been wandering in the north of Kunzhou for many years, not to mention that I know the roots of Dingjian Pavilion, but I have also gone to Dingjian Pavilion to watch the Yuntai sword. As we all know, the three peaks and one pavilion of Huiyuan Mountain, Shangyang, Zhenyue, Kongwu and the highest sword pavilion together form the Ding Sword Pavilion, although the name of the Sword Pavilion is increasing day by day, and the other three peaks are not famous, but I have never heard of the vein of the Sword Pool. ”

The middle-aged man spoke in an extremely loud voice, obviously wanting everyone here to hear.

After being introduced by the middle-aged man, those who don't know now know what is going on.

Kurong Yusu looked at the palace woman in the palace costume of the imperial sword, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Lin Yuyuan looked at the young man in white in surprise, he was really guessed!

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Yuyuan with a smile and said, "Fairy Lin, since the person is not from your Dingjian Pavilion, then let's act according to the rules and take what we take, my request is very simple, as long as the scroll in his left hand." ”

Ever since he was chased and killed by Kurong Yusuo, this young man has been holding on to the scroll, even if the last blow almost killed him, the young man in white still clung to it, and did not hesitate to point his sword at each other, it must be a great treasure, combined with the previous vision, so that the middle-aged man had to guess that it was an extremely precious immortal scroll in the painting.

In the eyes of middle-aged men, the more things in the world are cherished, the more valuable they are.

The middle-aged man's words attracted the attention of the others, and their eyes also fell on the left hand of the young man in white, and a scroll was held in his hand.

Xiaoyao Yusuo smiled, took out a small bronze mirror from his arms, and said: "The old man has a mirror here, as long as this kid honestly tells what is going on here, I can turn around and leave, and I won't ask for any treasures." ”

The two of them commented on each other, treating the young man in white as a fish on the board, dividing up the majority of his head, and the rest seemed to be demanded by others.

Although Ning Baifeng was slightly angry in his heart, he didn't show it at all, and while these people were not paying attention, he quietly felt out the pebbles and seized the time to absorb the aura.

The purple jade sword absorbed the spiritual energy extremely quickly and cleanly, and the spiritual qi in the palm was instantly emptied, without leaking out at all, and it would not be seen through by outsiders at all.

Ning Baifeng slowly put his mind at ease.

Lin Yuyuan, a woman in palace clothes, looked at the young man in white for a while, then looked at the middle-aged man and said: "Who said that Ding Sword Pavilion does not have a sword pool, you said that you went to watch the ceremony and discussed the sword on the Yuntai, and you must not have forgotten the pond in the middle of the three peaks." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, and frowned slightly: "That's where the low-level miscellaneous disciples of Huiyuan Mountain live, and that's it."

It is called the Sword Pond, but it is not called the Sword Pond. ”

Lin Yuyuan smiled lightly: "Washing the Sword Pool, that is what the juniors who have not really started to get started call it now, among us old people, it is called the Sword Pool." ”

Kurong Yusuo's face immediately became gloomy, and he looked at the woman in palace clothes with a solemn gaze, as if she was a beast that chose people to devour.

The people around immediately talked about it.

Saying that washing the sword pool is a sword pool, this is obviously a strong word!

The middle-aged man held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, as if he was ready to draw the sword at any time, and he said in a cold tone: "Fairy Lin, since you are unreasonable, then we can only use the sword to reason with you!"

However, before the middle-aged man could draw his sword, a figure appeared on the boulder in the blink of an eye from far to near, and then kicked the middle-aged man in the chest.

The middle-aged man didn't see who it was, so he let out a miserable scream, and then fell into a pile of rubbles more than ten feet away.

It was only at this time that the words of the person who came came came out, "The old lady hates standing on a high place with a sword and reasoning with people, I really think that I am a martial arts master, invincible in the world?!"

The person who came was a woman, and her words and deeds were bold, not inferior to men.

The sudden change instantly stunned everyone nearby.

The middle-aged man in the white robe just now, just now he was still calling for the division of treasures and threatening the palace woman Lin Yuyuan, and now he fell into the pile of rocks and did not know whether he would live or die, such a scene was too ironic and full of drama.

So at this moment, no one noticed the problem in the woman's words, all the people present were cultivators, and in some small countries, they were really invincible in the world of martial arts masters.

The woman glanced at Lin Yuyuan, nodded, then looked down at the white-clothed young man below, and asked, "You are Ning Baifeng, the friend of life and death in the mouth of that kid in Dongyu?!"

Ning Baifeng looked up at the woman and asked in surprise, "The seniors know Dongyu?" ”

The woman waved her hand impatiently, "Don't come with me to these Wen Zou Zou words, the old lady's name is Su Ying, the aunt of that kid in Dongyu, I guess he also mentioned it to you." ”

Hearing this name, Ning Baifeng was slightly surprised, he had indeed heard of this name, more than once.

When I chatted with Dong Yu at the beginning, every time I mentioned this female aunt, Dong Yu couldn't stop wanting to drink, and I was envious and happy from the bottom of my heart.

Thinking of this, Ning Baifeng's eyes instantly dimmed, and he was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "The junior is Ning Baifeng, who intersects with Dongyu...... Very friendly. ”

When it comes to the last sentence, he feels extremely guilty, his friend is dying in front of him, but he is powerless to save him, and when he sees his best friend and relatives at this moment, his heart is full of indescribable complex meaning, there is shame, remorse, and grief.

Su Ying stood on a high place and couldn't see his expression, and said, "Since that's the case, then leave here with me, sister of the Lin family, let's go." ”

After speaking, Su raised his hand, and Ning Baifeng was pulled to the boulder without any resistance.

Su Ying was about to leave, but was stopped by a figure who was rushing quickly, "Fairy Su is slow!"

Su Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the man in Tsing Yi who was standing in the air, "Why, the sword you just received is not enough for your long memory, right?"

The man in Tsing Yi was Cao Lu, who was sitting on the stele before.

Lin Yuyuan, who was in another place, heard this, and his face was full of shock.