Han Mu was very angry in his heart.

Just two days ago, his beloved disciple Song Chudi was beaten, and he was hit with acupuncture points, and he couldn't move for a whole day and a night.

As a master, he is naturally angry. Although he didn't know what had happened, his apprentice was not yet able to teach others a lesson. And he still knows Chu Di's character, he has always been gentle and elegant, and he gets along well with his brothers and sisters, and it is impossible to take the initiative to provoke anyone.

What's more, what a ruthless person it takes to unravel the acupuncture points that took a whole day and a night to do, which is clearly a naked humiliation.

Even if the other disciples didn't want to tell them who the person who had done this murder was, how could a master not stand up for his apprentice? So these days, Han Mu has been investigating who was fighting with his own apprentice that day, but he didn't have much clue, and the only useful clue was related to Jiang Cai'er of the Holy Gu Sect.

When it comes to the Holy Gu Sect, this matter is still a little difficult to handle...... Han Mu decided to continue the secret investigation, and when the truth was clear, it would not be too late to come forward to ask for an explanation.

The first level of this sword competition, although it is not clearly stipulated that each evaluation elder needs to read how many participants, but according to the past practice, there is a bottom line of twenty.

In other words, as long as you have tested more than twenty people, even if you return to the mountain, no one from the Law Sword Hall will come to trouble you.

However, Han Mu hadn't seen anyone until now, and he was wondering if he was too similar to the fisherman who pretended to be fishing, so no one came to ask him.

"Since you didn't come to ask me, then I'll take the initiative to find you......" Han Mu thought in his heart, and saw a person walking towards him along the river.

Dressed in white and carrying a long sword, appearing here at such a time, there is no doubt that he has come to participate in the sword competition!

Wouldn't it be a pity to let go of such a good opportunity?

Han Mu cleared his throat, and when the young man approached, he spoke directly: "Congratulations on finding me, next you need to complete one of my tasks." ”

The young man seemed speechless in surprise, just a "hmm".

"That's right, young man, you were lucky, you met me directly, if it were other elders, they would definitely not admit you so easily, how about it, Gao is not happy, is it surprised?"

For a moment, he felt that he might have met a liar, was there such an elder who seemed so unreliable?

"Well, take the liberty of asking, senior, which hall are you an elder?" In fact, Bu is famous and only knows a little bit, and he doesn't know who there is in which hall, but as long as the person in front of him who claims to be an elder can say it without hesitation, it should be almost true.

Han Mu looked Bu Mingming up and down, and said in his heart I haven't asked him yet, why did this young man ask me back?

didn't think about it at the moment, or Han Mu didn't think that Bu Mingming was doubting his identity at all.

"I belong to the Tibetan Sword Hall, my surname is Han, and my single name is a Mu character, why, why are you asking this question?"

Bu Mingming's heart moved, because there is indeed a branch of the Tibetan Sword Hall, so it seems that what this person in front of him said is true.

"It's nothing, since that's the case, let's ask the seniors to say the topic!"

Although Han Mu had some doubts, he didn't want to waste time here.

"Well, my test is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to say. Han Mu picked up the fishing rod that had been placed by the river, and in Bu Mingming's stunned, he folded a section of about three feet and turned it into a bamboo sword.

"As long as you can take my move, you'll pass. ”

Bu Mingming didn't expect the test to be like this, although he was facing an elder of the Holy Sword Sect, his strength was bound to be extraordinary, but his heart was not the slightest flustered, but a little excited.

This is the first time he has fought with a person since the creation of the Shaolang Sword, even if it is not a fight of life and death, he can also show the power of Shaolang's swordsmanship.

"Brother Fu, I won't let you down!" Bu Mingming secretly made up his mind in his heart.

He originally wanted to use the Fighting Hexagram Thunderbolt Finger taught by Fu Hao before the competition, but now there are not many people here, Fu Hao once said that the more onlookers when using this action, the better, so after consideration, Bu Mingming decided not to use this trick for the time being, and wait until the third level to take it out.

Bu Mingming took down the long sword behind him and raised his head, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

He slowly took two steps back, stood still, and stretched out his palm to Han Mu: "Senior, please-"

Among the many elders of the Four Sacred Sword Halls, Han Mu was a very famous one, not only because he was a good person and treated his apprentices quite well, but also because of his famous sword skills, Xiyun Sword.

Being able to create your own swordsmanship is more than most people. Moreover, the Xiyun sword is soft and rigid, clean and straight to the point, which is a swordsmanship that the four holy swords have praised endlessly.

Song Chudi learned the Xiyun swordsmanship, and his martial arts can be ranked in the top ten among all the disciples. It was because I met Fu Hao that I couldn't show the power of this swordsmanship.

Although he had made an appointment for a move now, Han Mu didn't want to make it difficult to become famous, but the Xiyun Sword that he personally used was definitely not equivalent to Song Chudi.

Han Mu saw that Bu was famous for his calm expression, and he didn't panic at all, and he secretly boasted about his heart.

"My Xiyun Sword Technique has a total of four general outlines, virtual and real, you have to be careful!" Han Mu reminded loudly.

Bu Mingming nodded, but his heart was even more eager to try.

The bamboo sword in Han Mu's hand slashed through a semicircle, as if it was flowing into the sea, and at the same time, the majestic internal force rose around his body, although it was a bamboo sword, it still raised the sword.

The bright light is like gathering and scattering, the sword shadow seems to rise and fall, and the flowing clouds are flickering and flickering.

"The long stream merges into the bright light and disperses, and the clouds cover the sun and the sky outside. ”

The second style of Xiyun swordsmanship is the most mysterious and unpredictable, and it is difficult to resist.

Bu Mingming seems to see a long stream flowing into the vast river and sea, every drop of water seems to hide the sword qi, and there seems to be flowing clouds gathering in front of him, blocking the light and not seeing the day.

Suddenly, a drop of sword qi swept out, and Han Mu's figure appeared in the gap between the flowing clouds.

He held a bamboo sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Bu Mingming's chest, as if it would touch it in the next moment.

Bu Mingming didn't react at all, as if he was scared stupid? Of course not.

Although he couldn't see through the sword intent of Xiyun Sword and couldn't find Han Mu's figure, it didn't prevent him from making countermeasures.

No matter how subtle your swordsmanship is, if you want to hit your body, you need to be close.

Bu Mingming closed his eyes, and since he couldn't find it, he didn't need to look again.

The internal force rises from the dantian, and the breath is hidden under the abyssal sea, but it is endless, layer upon layer.

Bu is famous and seems to be casual, but in fact, since he separated from Fu Hao, he has been tempering Shaolang's sword intent all the time, so as soon as he closed his eyes, he had the vast Chu River in his heart, as well as the mighty Chu River wave.

"Far from the horizon, stretching for thousands of miles; The back waves push the front waves, accumulating to the peak, endlessly, endlessly—the sword intent of life!"

Bu Mingming opened his eyes and swung a sword, a sword with a rolling wave, a sword as if it was endless.

A sword light lit up in front of him, cutting through the flowing clouds, and the sky was bright.

Although the stream is endless, how can it resist the huge waves?

Han Mu's face was shocked, and his body retreated sharply.

Bu famously collected the sword, and the sword came to an abrupt end.

Han Mu lowered his head, and the bamboo sword in his hand split from the middle and became two halves.

(End of chapter)