When he saw the two young men, a man and a woman, the two young men also saw him.

The eyes of the three young people met through the sunset.

For some reason, Wang Jingmeng felt that when these two people saw him, he was a little happy, but also a little disappointed.

These emotions made him not feel alienated, he thought of Gu Liren's green shirt, thinking that there was only one possibility, these two people should be from the teacher's sect.

So his brows furrowed, he looked at the two young people who came over, and asked directly, "Are you from the Bashan Sword Field?"

The girl was a little surprised and nodded, "I'm Yan Xinlan, he's Lin Cookwine, and you're Wang Jingmeng?"

Wang Jingmeng also nodded.

Before he could say anything more, Lin Zhujiu looked at him and asked seriously, "How do you prove that you are Wang Jingmeng?"

Wang Jingmeng found this question very interesting.

But if he also asked the other party how to prove that they were from the Bashan Sword Field, he felt very uninteresting.

So he thought about it and made a sword directly.

In the past twenty days, countless sword moves were circling in his mind, and according to the position where Lin Zhujiu was standing in front of him at this time, he naturally used one of the swords.

This sword stabbed out, and his true yuan flowed out smoothly and naturally along the sword body, although it was the first time to perform this move, but it felt like he had practiced countless times.

His sword stabbed Lin Zhujiu's chest, but the sword qi flowing from the sword body was like a few white feathers in the wind, floating down to the rest of Lin Zhujiu's body.

Yan Xinlan quietly watched Wang Jingmeng's sword.

In fact, when she came from a distance and saw Wang Jingmeng standing among the stone pillars with a gray face, she did not doubt his identity.

It's just that Gu Liren has too high an opinion of Wang Jingmeng, she and Lin Zhuanjiu are both young people, so they are naturally a little unconvinced.

And because Gu Liren's evaluation was too high, she and Lin Zhujiu subconsciously thought that what they had seen should be an amazing genius with brilliance, rather than an existence that looked disgraced.

Lin Zhujiu obviously had the same idea as her, so he would say that.

It's just that Wang Jingmeng didn't say anything, and directly made such a sword, but a little star-like light appeared in her eyes.

Just by calming the sword directly, she felt the difference in Wang Jingmeng.

And seeing the formation of this sword intent, a truly amazing light began to appear in her eyes.

The surprise is not that she and Lin Zhujiu can't stop this sword, but because this sword can be described as perfect except for the lack of killing intent.

She knew that Gu Liren had not had much time to accept Wang Jingmeng as a disciple, and he did not stay by Wang Jingmeng's side to teach after accepting the apprentice, but returned to the Bashan Sword Field.

She felt that even with the talent of Shi Changluo, it was impossible to use such a sword.

What's more, this sword is not vain, but carries real power.

The speed at which Wang Jingmeng's True Yuan Cultivation entered the realm was also far beyond the limit of her imagination.

Lin Zhujiu's eyes widened.

He was in the same mood as Yan Xinlan.

The sword made the disappointment in his heart disappear, and his spirit was quickly lifted, like the dust of a continuous long journey, quickly washed away from the inside out.

He also drew his sword.

A sword was like a wind and snow outside the plug, heading towards Wang Jingmeng's sword intent.

Naturally, when Lin Zhujiu's sword intent started, one of the thirty-two swords had already appeared in Wang Jingmeng's mind.

Without any hesitation, he obeyed his wishes, and his sword momentum changed instantly, and he used this sword.

There was a clang, then a crack.

Lin Zhujiu took a step back, and he didn't draw his sword again.

His gaze fell on his sleeve.

A tear appeared in his sleeve.

He slowly raised his head again and looked at Wang Jingmeng, who was collecting his sword.

Wang Jingmeng's True Yuan cultivation is much worse than him, so with this sword, he has deliberately restrained his strength, but the sword was forced back like this, and his sleeves were chopped off, such an opponent did not even exist in his imagination.

Wang Jingmeng looked at Lin Zhuanjiu and Yan Xinlan calmly.

At this time, for some reason, he was not attracted by Lin Zhuanjiu's gaze, what he noticed more was the emotional change in Yan Xinlan's eyes.

He felt that Yan Xinlan's mood was very strange.

It seems to be very touching and relieved, but more often than not, it is sad.

"Uncle Gu is right, he is the best in the world, and the apprentices he accepts are naturally the first in the world in terms of using swords. Lin Zhujiu took a deep breath and bowed slightly to Wang Jingmeng and saluted seriously.

It's formal.

But it must be official, this is the first time he has met a junior brother he has never met as a senior brother.

Wang Jingmeng frowned, he didn't return the salute immediately, because he felt very strange, and he also felt the same emotions as Yan Xinlan from Lin Zhujiu's body, but Lin Zhuanjiu was more deeply suppressed.

"What happened?"

He looked at Lin Boiled Wine and asked seriously.

Lin Zhuanjiu and Yan Xinlan didn't answer immediately.

They all felt the need to take a break.

Thousands of miles away, they were in too much of a hurry, and when they saw Wang Jingmeng's sword, they were sure that Wang Jingmeng was the kind of person Gu Liren said, they were full of joy and sorrow, and it was difficult to control their emotions.

It was not that they were afraid that Wang Jingmeng would be unbearable, but that the tiredness and sadness that had been suppressed in their bodies were completely released at this time.

Even if it was Lin Cooking, he felt that he needed time to calm down, and it was difficult for him to say that sentence.

Gu Liren is in their hearts, not just the uncle who brought the reputation of Bashan Sword Field to an unparalleled level with Yu Zuochi.

"The sword move you just now was taught to you by Uncle Gu?" Yan Xinlan sat down, because Lin Zhujiu had already sat down at this time.

Lin Boiled Wine took out the water bladder, but his water bladder was not filled with water, but with spirits.

"These two swords of yours are very special, very different from the sword moves in the sword scripture in our Bashan Sword Field. Yan Xinlan took some dead branches and naturally began to use flint to make a fire.

Wang Jingmeng nodded, he nodded at the stone pillars beside him, and said, "He didn't teach me, he asked me to come here, and I learned it through the sword marks here." ”

Lin Zhuojiu laughed.

His smile was a little bleak, but he couldn't help but tilt his head and pour the wine from the bladder into his mouth.

He took a sip of wine, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Uncle Gu is dead. The flame gradually ignited, looking at the jumping firelight, Yan Xinlan added some dry firewood, and then said slowly.

Wang Jingmeng had been quietly watching her and Lin Cooking, at this time he suddenly stiffened, and after a breath of time, he slowly asked, "How could he die, isn't he the number one sword master in the world?"

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands, this kind of thing exists after all. Lin Boiled Wine took another sip of wine, and then said slowly: "Especially when others use enough costs. ”

Wang Jingmeng fell silent.

His emotions surprised Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan.

In their minds, Wang Jingmeng may be difficult to accept, but Wang Jingmeng seems to accept the news very calmly.

"Who killed him?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Jingmeng asked.

"I don't know. Lin Zhuojiu said: "At least it hasn't been found out yet." ”