It is easy to teach, but it is difficult to teach, Murong Bai has been bright and upright in this life, but he didn't expect the apprentice who taught him to do such a shameful thing.

Everyone was silent, Lan Muchen knew that he had disappointed his master, and there was nothing to explain, so he lowered his head deeply.

Before they knew it, everyone had come to the place of the decisive battle between Murong Zan and Tang Taiyong, and this battle was of great significance to them, not only as simple as becoming a king or defeating a king, but also meaning who was the orthodox inheritor of the Ancient Sword Sect.

The two of them have come and gone, and they have fought equally, even if Murong Zhan's qi refining technique is complete, he can only fight with Murong Yong, and the latter has cultivated the imperial sword technique to the point of perfection, and no one can help anyone in a short time.

The shouts and killings around him became weaker and weaker, and he had already attracted the attention of Taiyong, and at the same time, he also saw his son and Ge Lao being captured, but he had no intention of stopping, as the head of a sect, even if he was defeated, he would lose decently, and he would not be tied down for any reason.

It is true that he is ruthless, but he also has an arrogance that does not admit defeat, and he will not be coerced by anyone, which he is better than many people.

Murong Xiu pushed the night forward and wanted to repeat the old trick, but he saw Murong Bai coming to stop him with his hand and warned him.

"Don't do things too badly, if you want to win, go to the battlefield to win him, otherwise outsiders will only say that we won disgracefully. ”

Hearing this, Lan Muchen's gaze suddenly dimmed, and Murong Xiu had no choice but to drag Yutai Ye back even though he was a hundred reluctant.

After a while, this side of the world finally quieted down, all the people on both sides stopped, and Murong Zheng and others also rushed over, quietly watching the final decisive battle between Murong Zhan and Taiyong.

At this moment, Murong Xiu felt something in his heart, and looked at Taiyong fiercely. I saw that Taiyong attacked and killed with all his might in an almost crazy way, completely ignoring the injury caused by the sword qi, and gradually suppressed Murong Zhan's momentum.

A familiar feeling inherited from the same origin hit his heart, and he could feel that Taiyong was brewing a killing move, wanting to give Murong Zhan a fatal blow with the sword intent of the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect that he didn't know how to get.

The sword intent of the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect is a divine object, and it is not the sword intent obtained by the cultivation of ordinary sword immortals, nor can it be resisted by ordinary sword immortals, even if that person is a sword madness Murong Zhan.

At the moment, Murong Zhan's situation was very dangerous, and only Murong Xiu could truly feel these things for everyone present, and of course the others, including Murong Bai, also saw the intention of the Tai Yong, but they didn't know that it was the sword intent inherited from the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect.

He couldn't watch Murong Chan be seriously injured or die, thinking of this, he subconsciously stepped forward and wanted to give a reminder, but was stopped by Murong Bai again.

"What do you do?"

He knew that the old man had misunderstood him, so he hurriedly explained, "Old man, it's not what you think, the old thief of Tantai harbors evil intentions, in fact, he has the sword intent of the gods, and his strength is similar to that of his uncle, but he can't resist it, you ......."

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw Lan Muchen fly away, looked back at the two of them with a guilty smile, and said sadly: "Master, I'm sorry, Chen'er is going to disappoint you again!"

Lan Muchen's most sorry thing in this life is his mentor Murong Bai, he did too many wrong things back then, not only did he fall into infamy, but also made his mentor and his master a laughing stock in the immortal cultivation world, since this is the case, it will not be wrong again this time.

At this moment, Murong Bai only felt a tremor in his heart, how could he not know what Lan Muchen was thinking, secretly scolding himself for pushing Lan Muchen too hard, how could he still have a little bit of the appearance of being a human teacher, the reason why Lan Muchen became what he is now, he also has an unshirkable responsibility as a master. There was a hurry in my heart, "You come back for me!"

Murong Xiu didn't know what Lan Muchen was going to do, he just hoped that no accidents would happen.

Among the people present, except for the Sword Sect Pavilion Elder, no one knew the Sword Sect method better than Lan Muchen, and the timing of his appearance was just right, just in time for Taiyong to release his sword intent. The situation was critical, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he stretched out his hand and slapped it on Murong Zhan's chest, which immediately caused an uproar.

The incident happened too suddenly, and everyone didn't expect Lan Muchen to make a move on Murong Zhan. Because Murong Chan and Yutai Ye put all their energy on each other, it wasn't until he appeared in front of them that the two reflected.

Not far away, Tang Xiao and the others were restless, and Murong Qiuxue exclaimed even more, "Father!"

The palm fell, the person flew, Murong Zhan, as the party concerned, naturally knew what was going on, and his heart was anxious while being annoyed, "Chen'er!"

After hearing this title, Lan Muchen felt that everything was worth it, and he sucked his sour nose so hard that he didn't let the tears flow, laughed out loud with relief, and turned around, the gold-veined long sword went straight to the chest of Taiyong.

The incomparable sword light flashed from his body, and at the same time, it was reflected in his pupils, and then he only felt the sweetness of his throat, and a stream of blood rushed out of his mouth.

He trembled and said, "I owe you the Tantai family, and I will pay it back to you!"

As he spoke, he lifted his vitality, recalled the gold-patterned long sword that was on the mouth of Taiyong's heart, fell to the ground with a desolate smile, and muttered, "Yunxing, we can finally be together!"

The moment he closed his eyes, two lines of hot tears rolled down, there was longing, there was also remorse, it was so sad.

Yu Taiyong lowered his head and looked at his chest, there was no trace of injury, he knew very well that it was because Lan Muchen stopped in time, otherwise he would definitely die. But even so, he still spit out a mouthful of blood, not because of Lan Muchen's sword, but because of the backlash caused by his urging of the Divine Venerable's sword intent.

A divine object is a divine object after all, and it must be driven by divine power, which is why Murong Xiu can control the unformed 'White Tiger Soul', completely because he has a wisp of divine power left by the Divine Venerable Xuantian Sect in his body.

Murong Zhan was sad in his heart, of course he could see the power of the blow just now, even if it was him, it would be difficult for him to survive. At this point, he didn't think too much about it, he flew to pick up Lan Muchen, and Murong Xiu and the others stepped forward one after another.

After returning to the ground, Lan Muchen looked at Murong Zhan with a begging look while coughing up blood, "Master, uncle, I, I have a reluctant request, and I hope you can agree." ”

Murong Zan nodded without hesitation, "You said, as long as the master can do it, I will definitely agree to you." ”

Lan Muchen smiled reluctantly, "I, I want to, go back, home!"

Going home is such a simple thing, but it makes too many people present sad and tearful. Everyone also understood what he meant, hoping that Murong Zhan would be able to rejoin the Qi Sect in the future, but I was afraid that this was his last wish in this life.

Murong Bai's eyes were slightly red, and he regretted not being at the beginning, "He can't control my apprentice, the master never said that he would expel you from the sect, you have always been a disciple of our Qi Sect." ”

At this time, Lan Muchen was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, and laughed happily with tears, but it was more sad than crying, "Master, he always likes to call you old man when he listens to his junior brother, and Chen'er also wants to call him once, just once, old man, I'm sorry, Chen'er knows that he is wrong, in the next life, if there is really a next life, Chen'er must be a good apprentice who is obedient like his junior brother!"