In early summer, when the scorching sun shines during the day, the streets and alleys of Changling are already very hot, but after sunset, the streets and alleys shrouded in darkness are rapidly cooled down, so the thin cotton clothes that accompany many people in Changling are still covered in this kind of night.

Mo Ying, as in the past, walked towards the setting moon in the night.

He walked through the bamboo forest, walking slowly, contemplating the sword styles that Wang Jingmeng had told him yesterday.

His mind was completely immersed in it, and several times he almost crashed into the bamboo in front of him when the road was turning.

But not far from the door of the Falling Moon Mansion, he was Huo Ran who raised his head, and all his attention was instantly attracted by a young cultivator.

This young practitioner was about the same age as him, and in the darkness of the night he could only see that he was wearing a black single robe, and only the side of his face could be seen.

With just a side face, Mo Ying could be sure that the other party's age should be about the same as him, and at the same time, he could also be sure that he didn't know this cultivator.

At the same time, however, it is certain that this young practitioner should be very strong.

Because the moment he saw this young cultivator for the first time, he felt an inexplicable chill and sharpness on his skin.

This feeling is like just entering the sword arsenal and seeing a famous sword hanging in front of you that has just been unsheathed.

Where did such a strong man come from?

Such a thought had just appeared in Mo Ying's mind, and before he could speak, the young man who had already arrived at the door of the Falling Moon Residence had already turned around.

This is a very handsome young cultivator, and the most impressive thing is his nose, which is very pointed, very straight, and very good-looking, but at the same time, it also seems that this person is very cold.

"You should be Mo Ying of Tianyi Pavilion?"

The young man just glanced at Mo Ying and asked out loud.

Mo Ying was slightly stunned, and nodded subconsciously, "You are?"

"Wen Guanyue, no sect or faction, just learned swords with my uncle since he was a child. The young cultivator said.

Mo Ying looked at him curiously, he heard that the other party was a Guanzhong accent, so he couldn't help but say, "Are you from Guanzhong?"

The young man nodded and said, "It's just that I arrived in Changling ten years ago. ”

Although Guan Yue had all the questions to answer, her tone was cold, although they were almost the same age, Mo Ying had a feeling that she didn't know how to talk.

He paused slightly, only feeling that the other party was here, naturally it was related to Wang Jingmeng, so he asked again: "You are here?"

"I'll ask Wang Jingmeng what his injuries are. ”

Wen Guanyue said: "I have been out of the mountain for 14 days... I'm getting impatient. ”

Listening to the first half of his sentence, Mo Ying thought that he and Wang Jingmeng were old acquaintances and cared about Wang Jingmeng's injury, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, Mo Ying suddenly reacted, "Do you want to compete with him?"

Wen Guanyue's eyebrows raised slightly, and he was about to open his mouth to answer, but at this moment, he suddenly paused.

In the faint night, a young girl happened to walk out of the courtyard of the moonset elegant residence in front of her.

The girl was quiet, like the girl next door, without the slightest sharpness, but she had a sword at her waist.

Wen Guanyue's pupils contracted slightly, and then returned to their original state.

He recognized it as the Jasmine Sword he wanted.

"This sword is in your hand now?"

He took a slow breath, didn't move, and then said directly to the girl.

Yan Xinlan had already seen this young cultivator, and listening to this headless and brainless question, she looked at this person with some puzzlement, and said, "What?"

"I want to win this sword. ”

Wen Guanyue said this, paused for a breath, then looked at Yan Xinlan and said, "I think I am more worthy of this sword." ”

Mo Ying was not far behind him, and hearing this, his face suddenly became ugly.

This sentence is not only rude, but also a little arrogant.

Yan Xinlan glanced at Wen Guanyue and did not reply immediately.

"Before I came, I naturally thought that this sword was in Wang Jingmeng's hands. Wen Guanyue looked at her, still standing in place, and said: "Since he has been looking for the Changling swordsman to compete with the sword, I want to use this sword as a note, I will challenge him, and the winner will win." ”

His voice was loud.

Maybe it's deliberate, the whole Falling Moon Yaju should be able to hear it.

Mo Ying's brows furrowed deeply.

He couldn't help but want to say something out loud, but just then, he heard familiar footsteps.

"This sword was not mine all along, it was originally hers. ”

The sound of Wang Jingmeng, which he was familiar with, rang out.

Wang Jingmeng's figure appeared not far behind Yan Xinlan.

Wen Guanyue's heart became unhappy, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he thought that Wang Jingmeng meant excuse when he said this.

But before he could say anything, Wang Jingmeng looked at him and continued: "If you want to use this sword as a sword, naturally you will not look for me, but for her." ”

"She?"

Wen Guanyue was stunned for a moment.

When he was stunned, Yan Xinlan glanced at him again.

At this glance, there was some indescribable sharpness in the calm.

"You want my sword, what's your bet?" her voice rang out.

"If I win, the jasmine sword will be mine, and if you win, I will serve you for three years. Wen Guanyue looked at her and said.

Yan Xinlan nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Wen Guanyue laughed.

As soon as his smile appeared, there were already many sharp currents around him.

"Not at this time, if you want to compete with the sword, tomorrow at noon, by the river of the dead. Wang Jingmeng said.

Wen Guanyue was a little surprised, and his brows furrowed.

"I have been wounded for seventeen days, and I have not fought with a sword. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at him lightly and said, "Changling is too big, and it's too easy to forget. In tomorrow's battle, the Bashan Sword Field will let people know that the Bashan Sword Field is more than a king's dream. ”