The sun sank in the west, Chunjun fell, the ancient trees fell to the ground, and the streets were silent for a while.

I don't know how long it has been, You Qianyu rushed up to the beam of the house with a dark red red flame sword, blocking in front of Yu Si Nian, his injured face was full of anxiety and guilt, and he bowed to Mu Chen, but he didn't dare to remove Cheng Ying from Yu Si Nian's neck.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

"Where is it, it is Yu Gongzi who has made a lot of concessions, and there are seniors who borrowed my ancient sword, so they are slightly better. ”

Mu Chen put down Chengying with a smile, the broken hair on his forehead fluttered, his white clothes hung down, and he was extremely grateful to the person who borrowed the sword in his heart.

This sword is as light as nothing, the sword only leaves a shadow mark, the edge of the sword is on par with Chunjun, and even faintly surpasses Chunjun, so that it can rush out in the white light that is about to devour itself and fall into Mu Chen's hands.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to block the last sword, and at the same time pour all his aura and knock Chunjun away.

The death crisis was resolved, Yu Sinian frowned, turned his back on Mu Chen, pinched his fingers to make a trick, and the pure Jun Gu sword flew from the ground with a bang and returned to his hand.

As far as the eye could see, the incision of the ancient wood was very smooth, and there was not even any extra wood chips splashing around, which showed that the person wielding the sword did not hesitate when swinging the sword, and it also showed that his person was the same as his sword.

Frank and open, no deception hidden.

"Your sword can indeed cut out that kind of wound, and the monster material is not something you stole from others. ”

"In that case, you shouldn't have dealings with shameless loose cultivators, ruining the reputation of your Shuzhong Bamboo Sword Hall for thousands of years!"

"Farewell!"

As he spoke, Yu Sinian turned into a golden light and flew away, leaving only Youqian, who was in a dilemma.

There was a debt collector chasing after him, Youqian was busy dealing with compensation, Mu Chen waited on the side when he saw this, and the audience watched the excitement when they saw the two separating the winners and losers, and they were all amazed, but they also quickly dispersed in a noisy manner.

After Youqian sent away those who begged for money, he had the time to apologize to Mu Chen and complain, and when he said that, his eyes were full of tears, like a resentful woman.

"Mu Gongzi, my friend has a brain problem, what he said just now, you must not take it to heart, when we go back, I will also inform him of this matter, and let him teach him a good lesson. ”

"Hey, I'm traveling with him, and it's not easy to clean up the mess for him, so please don't tell your ancestor Xuanqingzi about this, so as not to cause a gap between the two. ”

"Don't worry, Gongzi Youqian, it's just a competition between me and Gongzi Yu, it's not worth talking to Uncle Shi. ”

"But now that Yu Gongzi's doubts are dispelled, I wonder if Gongzi Youqian still needs my average quality demon beast materials?"

Mu Chen hugged Youqian, smiling with crooked eyes.

Naturally, he wouldn't make a big deal out of it, Uncle Xuan Qingzi had warned him that he should cause less trouble when he went out, and if he let Xuan Qingzi know that he and the disciples of the Phantom Sword Alliance were competing in public, he would have to make the little old man angry.

What's more, he and this monk of the Sword Pavilion of the Instrument Sect still have a big business to do, how could they forget about business because they were competitive for a while.

"Yes!"

"Of course you do!"

"How many demon beast materials Mu Gongzi has, I want them all!"

"That's very good. ”

The two traded directly on the eaves, and it happened that the price had been calculated in the Eight Treasures Attic before, and Mu Chen only left the materials on the lynx's body and some blood of the demon beast leader, and sold the rest.

Youqian also paid more on the basis of the original price because of Yu Sinian's affairs, although Mu Chen refused, but he also resolutely handed it over to Mu Chen.

After the transaction was completed, the two said goodbye, and Youqian also turned into spiritual light and flew in the direction where Yu Sinian disappeared.

Mu Chen jumped off the beam, only Zhang Banxian was still waiting for him on the street, and the rest of the monks returned to the Eight Treasures Glazed Pavilion to continue to participate in the free auction, only the occasional worker who walked by carrying wood, and everything returned to calm.

"Senior Zhang!"

"Good boy, you scared me to death just now!"

Zhang Banxian stroked his beard, and there were some damages on his body, which were still the traces left by the fact that he wanted to rush into the sword light to save people.

Mu Chen naturally knew that Zhang Banxian had stepped forward at his critical juncture, although he had not cultivated the way of killing, nor had he been able to rush into the sword light, but he still felt more grateful to Zhang Banxian in his heart.

What's more, it was Zhang Banxian who was the first to shout about borrowing the sword, if no one borrowed the sword, he would definitely not be able to stand here intact at the moment.

"Seniors, rest assured, Mu Chen is fine. ”

"By the way, Senior Zhang, did you borrow this ancient sword?"

The moon rises, and the light of the moon shines down.

Mu Chen held up the shadow with both hands, and the sword body as thin as a cicada's wings loomed in the moonlight, and the sword shadow was reflected on the ground, like a wave.

"I didn't borrow it. ”

"No, wait, is this, this ancient sword ......?"

Originally, Zhang Banxian shook his head and denied it, but when he saw this Chengying Ancient Sword up close, he suddenly raised his breath and guarded his spirit, wiped his hands on his body, and then reached out to touch the sword body, carefully examining the ancient sword made of unknown materials, and his face could not hide his excitement.

As the night deepened, lanterns were erected on both sides of the street, Zhang Banxian was still checking the ancient sword, and a low and lazy voice came from the side.

"Jiao divides the shadow, and the goose forgets to return. ”

"Chengying ancient sword, the taste of the cool friend, when the sun and the evening are dusk, the north is observed, if there is something in the light flame, there is no shape. ”

"It touches things, and there is a whisper, and it is not seen through things. ”①

The man who emerged from the darkness groaned faintly, his eyes blazing through the narrow eye holes of the mask and striking the handsome young monk, and behind him, there was a veiled maid in pink.

"It's you again!"

Zhang Banxian shouted suddenly, and even the sword in his hand almost fell off, but fortunately, Mu Chen stabilized his hands, so that the ancient sword did not fall to the ground.

Mu Chen also reacted immediately at this moment, it was the strange monk in front of him who lent him the ancient sword.

Moreover, this bone-white mask is quite familiar, as if I have seen it a few times before, and after recalling it carefully, I quickly remembered that at the free auction hall, he was standing on the periphery, out of place with other people.

At the same time, the masked monk's voice was also a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, and Mu Chen was also curious about the identity of this monk.

Temporarily stabilizing Zhang Banxian, he palmed his palms upwards and slowly presented the Chengying Ancient Sword to the person in front of him.

"Thank you seniors for lending me such a precious Chengying Ancient Sword, if there is no such sword, Mu Chen is afraid that he will either die or be injured just now, and his life will be in danger. ”

"Strange, strange, I'm in the same realm as you, the same age, why do you call me senior?"

"Besides, this sword is mine, I can borrow whoever I want, it's all based on a momentary mood, why do you need to thank me?"

Wearing a loose and open-chested ink-colored dress, the black hair was only pulled up with an embroidered scarf behind his head, and the wide sleeves were lifted with one hand, and the ancient sword of Chengying was held with one hand.

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Note (1): From "Liezi Tangwen".