There was only a pitiful chessboard in the big room, and Mo Fan and Jun Tianxin sat cross-legged, each frowning and thinking about their next move.

"Imperial power and rivers and lakes, which one is bigger?" Jun Tianxin looked at Mo Fan and asked.

Mo Fan smiled: "It's not good to say, it's not good to say!"

"There are three major empires in the world, Tianlan, Guiyun, Jiuyang, plus the northwest barbarians, and there are several major vassal kings in this Tianlan, and there are countless soldiers and horses that can crush the rivers and lakes, and it seems that the imperial power is the sky!"

"Let's just say that 300,000 Mo family troops can make the whole world tremble, and the protector of the country, Mo Qiantian, is just a warrior who turns into a spirit, but who in this world dares to touch him?"

Mo Fan picked up a white son and fell, "But the rivers and lakes are not small, not to mention those small sects that can't be counted like stars, only the four holy places beyond the world: Kunlun Dao Palace, Shu Mountain, Endless Sea, Tianshu Academy, North and South Temples, plus the eight major sects of the world's martial arts rivers and lakes, among which there are also people who are not afraid of this imperial power."

"Back then, the Yejiahe map of the Tibetan Sword Villa entered and exited the Lingxiao Pavilion three times, and who dared to stop it?"

"That Jiang Renhuang, the number one in the world, has been sitting in Shenwu City for decades, and none of the three major empires dares to put Shenwu City into the border, so what about the countless soldiers and horses?

Jun Tianxin smiled and nodded, "See it thoroughly, this move is good!"

"You yourself know that even if you are full of talent, you can't control the 300,000 Mo family army, so you choose to practice knives?"

Mo Fan nodded, "As you said back then, if you want the 300,000 Mo family troops who came out of the corpse mountain and blood to surrender, they can only go out of the corpse mountain and blood sea once!"

"Let's go to Shushan for a walk, I have prepared a big gift for you!"

The chess pieces in Jun Tianxin's hand fell, and the outcome of this game has been divided!

"I still can't win you......" Mo Fan smiled bitterly...

............

Eight hundred miles, three days and three nights.

Mo Fan originally only planned to come with Qingfeng and Hongling, but the old man had no choice but to ask the old man to forcibly let the three hundred tiger guards follow, and the deputy general Li Kui took the lead.

Qingfeng and a woman in red are accompanied by Mo Fan, the woman in red is Hongling, with long red hair and a shawl, her appearance is not inferior to Qingfeng, different from Qingfeng's indifference, Hongling is a little more charming!!

"This is Shushan, the first sword sect in the world"

Ahead, a huge mountain surrounded by white clouds stands there, like a fairyland between the clouds and mist, and there are white cranes flying on the top of the mountain, and a huge and simple palace can be seen at a glance.

Looking at the huge stone tablet in front of him, several big characters came into his eyes "Shu Mountain"

The steps that were so long that there was no end in sight gave Mo Fan a headache: "Shu Road is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is wrong, this sentence does not mean these nine hundred and ninety-nine steps!"

A voice came, and the young man in white stood on top of the flying sword and floated over, his temperament was dusty, his long hair hung on his shoulders like a waterfall, and his sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes!

In addition to the swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword Sect, it is this swordsmanship that makes people all over the world envious, who doesn't want to step on the flying sword like an immortal when stepping into the rivers and lakes?

"In Xia Shu Mountain, the second disciple Xu Mufeng, greeting His Royal Highness the Prince of the Mo Family"

His Royal Highness, the title came out of the mouth of the young man in front of him, but there was no trace of respect and emotional fluctuations.

Mo Fan has an inexplicable respect for Shushan, he doesn't care about the young man's emotions, but slightly arches his hand, "Mo Fan is polite!"

"Please go up the mountain, Your Highness the Prince, the head and the five elders are waiting!"

............

There is a main hall on Shu Mountain

The three words "Wuji Pavilion" are floating in a righteous manner, and the sound of the avenue surrounds.

The stone tablet in front of the door is engraved with the word "heaven and earth".

Shushan, after thousands of years, the heads of all dynasties are land fairy-like figures, so they do not respect ghosts and gods, do not respect immortals and demons, only respect heaven and earth, and only heaven and earth are worthy of Shushan's respect.

The Mo family has an invincible 300,000 iron horsemen, and Mo Wentian is still respectful when he goes to Shushan, but he is not afraid but respectful!

The lord of Tianlan has never had a trace of disrespect for Shushan, even if the world was turbulent in the Warring States Period, the major vassal kings and warlords all deliberately avoided this Shushan, because Shushan is worthy of being heroic and righteous...

In the Wuji Pavilion, five middle-aged Taoist priests sat cross-legged.

Directly in front of him, there was a white-haired old man with a fairy wind dao bone, a white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, and a smile on his kind face said, "Many years ago, the young Qing of the Mo family was a man of destiny, but he died in the war!"

"What about His Royal Highness the Mo family's son now?"

Shushan is transcendent from the world, and no one will deliberately inquire about the past of the first gentleman in the imperial capital, so for this grandson who has 300,000 male soldiers to protect the country, this white-haired Taoist is still very much looking forward to it!

"Senior Brother in charge, why did you promise to hand over the Heart Protector Lotus to a junior?"

A burly middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe said: "Each of the Shushan Heart Protector Lotus is condensed by the internal strength and cultivation of the whole body consumed by the heads of the past dynasties before their deaths, representing the power of life and being a treasure!"

"A treasure is a treasure when it is used, and if it is only placed there to be viewed, it is no longer a treasure"

The white-haired Taoist looked at the sky with a smile in his eyes, "The fate of this world cannot be said, a line connects the whole world!"

"Moreover, Mo Wentian has been taking care of the Tianlan people's homes for a lifetime, guarding Tianlan for decades, and the two sons under his knees are even more dead and wasted, since he has opened his mouth to just a heart lotus, this way is still willing!"

"That's right, after all, Shushan is in the territory of Tianlan," another person stroked his beard and said, "This world, fate is impermanent, who can guarantee that Shushan will not let the Mo family's 300,000 iron horsemen shelter?"

The rest of the people also nodded at the same time, what if you are invincible in the world? Ten people can't help you, a hundred people can't help you, you can resist a thousand people, what about ten thousand? What about 100,000? Who can stop 300,000 iron riders in the world?

"It's here!" the white-haired Taoist looked at the two men and a woman who were slowly walking in front of the main hall and smiled, "It's really like"

Mo Fan walked step by step into the "Wuji Palace" that the world admires.

The white-haired old man in the middle made Mo Fan inexplicably feel a sense of worship, what does it feel like?

"In the Mo family, Mo Fan, I have seen all the seniors!"

Mo Fan bowed his head respectfully and spoke, he didn't dare to forget Mo Wentian's words, "There is a white-haired head on Shu Mountain, who is a land immortal!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World doesn't need to be polite, the head of Xia Shu Mountain is too small and real!" the white-haired old man replied with a smile.

Taiwei Zhenren, this is a title, the contemporary head of Shushan.

The world is vast and boundless, and there are top ten masters who dominate the rivers and lakes!

Taiwei Zhenren is not in the top ten, but if there is a person in this world who can fight with the first Jiang Renhuang in the world, he has to be!

Taiwei Zhenren realized the way of goodness like water a hundred years ago, and after entering the sainthood, he was invincible in the world, and once suppressed the entire world by himself, the senior brother of the Shushan Sword Saint, known as the person closest to the avenue between heaven and earth!

In the post-Tang Dynasty, the three major demon sects of the rivers and lakes attacked Shushan in a big way, Xu Taiwei went out of the pass, and drove the power of the demon sword of Shushan to Baozhen to repel the three major demon sects at that time, and inherited the position of the head of Shushan!

In the face of this white-haired old man, Mo Fan has respect, and the people of the world have respect.

"There is a thatched hut in Luoxia Peak, and that is where you will live for the next three months!"

The white-haired old man looked at Mo Fan and said, "Go, let Mu Feng outside the door take you!"

............

Mo Fan and Qingfeng Hongling followed behind Xu Mufeng, looking at this holy land of Shu Mountain.

A young man in a white robe is full of vigor and vigor, either with an imperial sword or a flying sword.

The white cranes are flying in the sky, and the sword light on the ground is fierce, what is the world?

In the Shushan martial arts training field of Nuoda, all the disciples are practicing swords, and countless sword intents are flying, but this is the right time, because this is Shushan is the first sword school in the world!!

"Humanity is slim, and the fairy road is boundless.

The ghost is happy to be the door of life,

Immortals are noble, ghosts are noble, and they are dead.

The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murderous......"

Word by word echoed throughout Shu Mountain, and if you look closely, there are three thousand six hundred swords, and the sword intent moves Kyushu......

"What a magnificence this is, there are three thousand six hundred disciples in Shu Mountain, and there are three thousand six hundred swords!"

Mo Fan stood on the bluestone, looked at the martial arts training ground below, and sighed: "Everyone in the world says that Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky!"

"But if they see these three thousand six hundred swords, they will know what the number one sword sect in the world is......"

......

"In the past, the head of Taiwei entered the supreme under the starry sky, and the demon sword shattered the heavens and the earth for thousands of miles, and drove the three major demon sects away!"

"Today, there is a sword saint uncle standing on the top of the holy sword peak, and the thirteen swords of the mixed yuan are all admired by millions of swordsmen in the world!"

Xu Mufeng and Mo Fan stood side by side, with a gentle and proud smile on their faces: "I'm Shushan, be happy!"

"yes, dangxing"

Mo Fan muttered, then looked at the three thousand six hundred swords and sighed, "The world is towering, and ten thousand swords return to Shu Mountain......