In the dead of night, the moon rose from the woods, emitting a cold silver glow, making people feel more and more cold, and the dark outlines of the peaks had melted into the black night.

Li Wenshuo didn't fall asleep, he sat cross-legged under the huge pine tree, exhaling gently, and between exhaling and inhaling, there was a faint white dragon-shaped column of air flying between his mouth and nose.

After a while, Li Wenshuo got up slowly, only to hear a pop, the green frost came out of the sheath, and the sword body shone with silver brilliance under the moonlight.

Li Wenshuo held Qingshuang in his hand, even if he practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard, it was not swordsmanship, it was just a simple stab, a straight stab that ordinary martial artists would have, facing the air in front of him, his expression was cold, and he kept repeating this sword stab.

At the beginning, I still heard the sound of a long sword breaking through the air, and after a while, I saw Sen Ran's sword qi coming out of the sword, and it was more than ten zhang before it dissipated into the air.

Li Wenshuo put away his sword and stood, closed his eyes and felt the fierce sword intent remaining in the air, and his heart used his own swordsmanship to deliberately use this kind of forgetful swordsmanship, and the sword intent left behind only kept a few breaths in the air.

On that square, the sword intent has remained for thousands of years without dispersing, what kind of realm is that.

With a sigh of relief, he no longer thought about those who had or didn't, but continued to concentrate on practicing the sword, the sword was like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a dragon shuttling, walking on all sides, sometimes light as a swallow, and a sword rising, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and falling leaves.

The two most respected old men of the Huashan faction squatted on the trunk of a tree not far away, regardless of their image, and looked at Li Wenshuo, who was concentrating on sword practice.

"Well, it's no wonder that Dugu was able to win, just like Dugu, he was also a sword idiot who was obsessed with swords. ”

Hearing this, Lin Hua sighed and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, Dugu, this kid is honest, with his temperament, even if he loses, he won't have anything to think about, maybe there will be some unexpected gains, but this Li Wenshuo in front of him." ”

When Lin Hua said this, a solemn look gradually appeared on his face.

Xiaoyaozi nodded and said: "First there was the Demon Sect Leader Luo Jiuyi, who was already cultivating in the Xuantho Middle Realm at the age of twenty, and now Li Wenshuo, who doesn't know what sect and sect he studied from, also has signs of entering the Xianfeng realm. ”

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Li Wenshuo got up very early, or he didn't sleep much at all last night, and returned to the Huashan Jianping along the way he came yesterday, and there were already many Huashan disciples in blue robes who were practicing here in the morning.

Li Wenshuo also sat on the stone steps on the side with great interest, Huashan is one of the five major sects in the rivers and lakes, there are many masters in the faction, and there are more than 800 disciples of the younger generation.

Follow a man in front of the battle to practice his sword.

Li Wenshuo looked at it and was secretly frightened, ordinary martial arts sects, if there is a Xianfeng master, it can call the wind and rain in a county, and more gangs in the rivers and lakes are martial artists who have learned a little bit of fighting skills.

And among the more than 800 people in front of him, there are no less than twenty good hands in the Xianfeng realm that Li Wenshuo can see, and the man who leads the sword in front of the battle is even more powerful and can feel it from a long distance, and the realm has also reached the upper realm of Xianfeng, thinking that it is the senior brother Dugu they said.

When the morning exercise was over, Li Wenshuo also walked in front of the man who led the sword, only to see that this life was very handsome, but there was a bit of gloom in his eyes, Li Wenshuo was thinking about how to greet him, just thinking that he and Dugu would call him brother and brother all day long, Dugu Qiu is such a senior brother who admires him like this, do you want to call the senior brother more sincere? Thinking that the person has already arrived in front of him, he arched his hand and smiled: "Your Excellency is the first disciple of Huashan Lin Tingtao Lin Senior Brother." ”

Lin Tingtao was about to go to ask Lin Hua for peace, but suddenly saw a frivolous face boy blocking the way, his brows furrowed slightly, and when he heard this, he said coldly: "What, you are not my Huashan disciple?"

Li Wenshuo was stunned, and then smiled: "Sure enough, it's Senior Brother Lin, I'll just say, who else can have such a demeanor on Huashan, Li Wenshuo in Xia Nanshan, invited by the Dugu brothers of your faction, came to Huashan to play, just arrived yesterday, failed to visit, and please forgive Brother Lin!"

Lin Tingtao originally heard the first two sentences, and his unhappy mood calmed down a little, but when he heard the words Li Wenshuo and Dugu Qiu, his expression became more and more cold, these days Lin Hua has been talking to him about these two people, saying how talented he is, how powerful he is, originally there was only Li Wenshuo alone, and it was also good to be able to break the world-famous stick formation of the White Horse Temple, but he didn't know what the little junior brother was, even if he broke through to Xianfeng these days, he was still confident that he could win him within ten moves, but even the little junior brother also broke the white horse stick formation, and for a while his reputation overshadowed his first disciple in Huashan, Thinking about it, this white horse stick array is really not worthy of the name, even with Li Wenshuo in his eyes, he is just an ordinary Xianfeng swordsman who sells his reputation, the eighteen-year-old Xianfeng Dacheng? What a joke, he is twenty-five years old this year, and when he reaches the upper realm of Xianfeng, he is already known as a peerless genius that is rare in fifty years, what was he doing when he was eighteen years old? He is still at the peak of the initial realm and is struggling to find a way to break through the realm!

"The little junior brother really doesn't understand the rules, where is the place where he calls friends, it's really getting more and more nonsense. ”

Li Wenshuo didn't expect Lin Tingtao to say such a thing when he heard this, thinking that you are a Huashan master with really big rules, you don't care about so many tourists under the mountain, but you are angry with one of my guests, what kind of hospitality is this, forget it, give Dugu a face, don't care about you.

"Senior brother, don't be angry, everyone is a friend, brother, I am a newcomer, I don't understand the rules of your Huashan, please forgive me for any offense." ”

Who knew that Li Wenshuo was so smiling and welcoming, but in Lin Tingtao's eyes, he felt that this person was so afraid of things, and he didn't have the anger of the children of the rivers and lakes.

Now Li Wenshuo is still smiling and welcoming people, and he can't continue to attack, so he snorted coldly and said: "Don't move around on Mount Hua, stay where you want, if you disturb the cultivation of the elders in the door, I can't save you." ”

Li Wenshuo laughed, looking at Lin Tingtao's distant back, he only felt that this person was also very interesting, he thought that he had reached this point, and he really didn't understand why that guy Dugu admired him so much.

Just as Li Wenshuo turned around to leave, several Huashan disciples in blue robes appeared in front of him, standing impartially, but they just blocked his way.