Before the 100-year martial arts competition held by the Sword Yuanmen, the competition at the top of the gun hall was lively first, although the number of participants was very small, and there were not many famous families, but with the name of the gun fairy in the rivers and lakes, no one dared to complain, for a time the news of the senior brother at the top of the gun hall and the daughter of the gun fairy, Hua Xiaoman, entered the rivers and lakes, and many people, whether they had a heart or a heart, they all came to congratulate with gifts.

In order to thank everyone for their enthusiastic visit, Hualong set up a dinner party in the Yanglong Hall to entertain everyone.

In the small white room, Mo Lingfan sat on a stool with his eyes closed, and there was a letter left by worry-free on the table.

"What I said is exactly what I'm most worried about, the damn nurturing power has stimulated the dragon soul in my body, what if that situation happens again in the future? And the so-called nurturing power will make me fall into demons, what should I do? Do you want to go back to the master? Or do you want to keep going?" Thinking of this, Mo Lingfan looked back at Li Xiaobai, who had just fallen asleep on the bed.

The corners of his mouth are still a little pale, if he recovers here, it is estimated that it will take some time, but his own trouble can no longer wait.

He picked up the letter on the table, got up slowly, walked slowly to the door, and closed the door gently.

After hesitating in place for a second, he walked in the direction of the Yang Dragon Palace.

On the top of the main hall, Hua Long sat in the right position, and Lou Yun's father Lou Mofei was also there, but it was not surprising that his son was defeated, and of course his father would come to support the field. Looking at the others, they are all introverted and expressionless, most of them are representatives of famous families in the rivers and lakes, and they are here for the sake of the first fairy face.

These people did not let their disciples participate in the competition to recruit relatives, but they all came to congratulate them afterwards, and the truth was tacitly understood by everyone, and Hualong also understood. Everything in the rivers and lakes is like this, and you have to do it on the surface.

The scene couldn't fall, Hua Long stood up, a domineering temperament made everyone pay attention, he raised his glass and said: "Thank you for being so enthusiastic and coming to the Gun Hall to witness the engagement of the little girl and my beloved disciple with me." Please drink heartily, don't get drunk and don't go home!

The guests below also chimed in and raised their glasses, and they all drank it all, except for an unkempt old man, with a wooden sword on his knee, who did not work together, but ate and drank by himself. As if he was eating and drinking, Hua Long glanced at it and ignored it.

At this time, Mo Lingfan's figure appeared above the main hall, everyone looked at him, and Mo Lingfan felt dozens of soul powers sweeping around him, "I can't let them see their secrets!" Mo Lingfan thought to himself, gritting his teeth! Just as he was about to resist, a domineering soul power separated everyone's probing power.

Mo Lingfan suddenly raised his head and looked at Hua Long, just as Hua Long was also looking at him, Mo Lingfan's smile slowly revealed. Everyone else had awkward smiles on their faces.

"Lingfan is about to go to the Sword Edge Gate and come to say goodbye to Hualong's predecessors. Mo Lingfan clenched his fists and said.

His voice fell, and the old man looked up at him, and went on to eat his food.

Hua Long glanced at the old man and said, "If you go to the Sword Edge Gate, there is a senior of the Sword Edge Gate here, and you can go with him." ”

Mo Lingfan was stunned for a second, and then looked around, some of these people in the seat looked at him, and some looked at a place, which was the seat where the old man was.

Mo Lingfan followed the gaze of the others, walked in front of the old man, hugged his fists and said, "The senior is the elder of the Sword Rim Sect?"

The old man suddenly put down his wine glass, wiped his hands on his body, and looked up at Mo Lingfan again. Only then did he really use his soul power to look at Mo Lingfan.

I saw that the old man's complexion changed suddenly, and he jumped up and grabbed Mo Lingfan's hand, and his eyes widened, and he was extremely surprised. He lowered his head and touched his hand carefully, then raised his head suddenly, and asked, "Boy, what are you doing at the Sword Edge Gate?"

Mo Lingfan broke away from the old man's hand and saluted respectfully: "Entrusted by the family teacher, I went to the Jianyuan Gate to find an old man named an old drunkard." ”

"Hahaha!" The old man suddenly burst out laughing, then pointed at Mo Lingfan and said, "I know who your master is, stinky chess basket!" ”

Mo Lingfan's face twitched, he never dared to think that Gu Ming would be called so, and besides, Gu Ming's chess skills were excellent, after all, he played chess every day except playing the piano, and he had little to do.

Isn't the chess skill of the sloppy old man in front of him higher, Mo Lingfan thought so in his heart, but his brain was not stupid, and he immediately knew that the person in front of him was very likely to be the person he was looking for.

So he hugged his fists more respectfully and said, "I don't know if my predecessor is..."

"Old drunkard. The old man said himself. It made Mo Lingfan a little embarrassed.

Everyone was watching from the sidelines, like a large family meeting.

"I see that you are holding your fists, and when you talk, you know that it was taught by the stinky chess basket, Wen Zou Zou's, not happy!" the old man said with a disgusted face.

Suddenly, Mo Lingfan had nothing to say, and Hua Long came out and said, "Since the old gentleman is the person you are looking for, then let's sit down together!"

"Don't sit, don't sit, thank you for the hospitality of the lord of Huadian, the old man has eaten, this kid is the apprentice of an old friend of mine, I have something to ask him, it is inconvenient to stay, so I will leave first. After speaking, the old man didn't wait for Hua Long to speak, he pulled Mo Lingfan to turn around and walked out, and a giant sword that came out of nowhere was trampled under the feet of the two, and instantly flew out of the Yang Dragon Hall and flew into the distance.

Originally, Mo Lingfan planned to say goodbye to Lei Wuya and Hua Xiaoman later, but now he can't do it. After flying for a while, the buildings of the Gun Hall have become dotted.

The old man quickly found a mountain forest and got in.

The giant sword fell to the ground, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, Mo Lingfan's feet were unstable, and he took a few steps back, and the old man's figure quickly flashed, and the blue light passed, and then he was supported by one hand, it was the old man, and his body style actually made Mo Lingfan feel a little familiar.

When he was still wondering, the old man seemed to be unable to hold back his excitement, he grabbed Mo Lingfan's hand and asked, "Boy, let me ask you, have you ever practiced ethereal swordsmanship?"

The words were amazing, and suddenly Mo Lingfan was speechless again, and the old man shook his hand and asked, "Say, have you learned it, and who did you learn it from?"

"It's... Learned!" replied Mo Lingfan, hesitantly. After receiving an affirmative answer, the old man could no longer hide his joy, he looked up and laughed, "Hahaha!" The laughter came out with a demonic nature, startling away a large number of birds in the forest.

"Heaven is endless, my ethereal sword!hahaha!" the old man shouted.