The middle-aged man glanced at Mu Zhai, his eyes were like knives, and fell on Mu Zhai, Mu Zhai's cold hair stood up all over his body, and his sword was full of energy, coping with the middle-aged man's gaze.

The middle-aged man untied the long knife behind his back and drew the knife out of its sheath.

Mu Zhai's eyes lit up, a good treasure knife, the blade is like autumn frost, the blade is thin and narrow, like a straight knife, there is a dragon bird carved on both sides, and on the handle of the knife, there is a black and hideous black dragon swallowing mouth, domineering and elegant, elegant and unparalleled.

"Good knife!" Mu Zhai couldn't help but praise.

The middle-aged man held the long knife, and the aura on his body changed, and his incomparably arrogant momentum exploded in an instant.

"My name is Hancang!

Mu Zhai holds a sword, a nameless sword!

Hancang holds a knife, and the dragon bird treasure knife!

The two stood looking at each other, and their momentum continued to rise.

Finally, Mu Zhai made a move, and it was still a sword technique of slashing the sky, but the power was not the same, and the human sword was one, and he slashed towards Hancang.

Han Cang's expression remained unchanged, the Dragon Bird Knife was slowly raised, level on his chest, and suddenly, the Dragon Bird Knife changed, from bottom to top, and slashed through.

The swords struck, the sword light was scattered, Mu Zhai flew back upside down, bang, fell into the dust, fell on his back, spit blood, and in his eyes, the pupils contracted, turning into a point, frightened.

Han Cang put the knife into the sheath, slowly walked to Mu Zhai's side, still looking lonely and vicissitudes, and said: "I wanted to take your life, to be entrusted by others, and to be loyal to people! I have an old relationship with the eldest son of the Xun family, so I came to kill you." ”

Mu Zhai looked at Han Cang, smiled, and said, "You don't plan to kill me today?"

Han Cang looked into the distance, as if there was a very beautiful scenery somewhere, and after a long time, he said: "After I saw you, I put out my thoughts, you and other characters should not die in my hands, you should have a more wonderful life." ”

Mu Zhai looked at Han Cang and found that his expression did not seem to be fake, as if he was extremely sad.

Han Cang sighed faintly and said: "Thirty years ago, I was young and vigorous, I once killed the Great Snow Mountain, and fought with the monks of the Great Snow Mountain, and met a genius person, I sympathized with that person, and wanted to talk very happily, but unfortunately, in the end, for the sake of the reputation of the master, he still fought to the death with me, and finally I knocked him off the cliff! That person is the same age as you, if you live until now, I am afraid that you will already be the world's leading great master." ”

Mu Zhai couldn't help but smile and said, "So, when you see me, it's like seeing that person, so you decided to let me live?"

Han Cang retracted his gaze, looked at Mu Zhai, sighed, and walked down the mountain.

Behind the mountain gate of the Yingchuan Sword Sect, two cowering heads stretched out, and seeing that Han Cang couldn't see the figure, he walked out quickly, and without saying a word, the two of them carried Mu Zhai and ran to the mountain gate.

Mu Zhai looked at the two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys who were carrying him with a smile, and said with a wry smile: "Even if I come to challenge you, you don't have to be in such a hurry, I'm still injured." ”

The young man in front of him said angrily: "The head said, you are our honored guest, and you must be treated with courtesy!"

The young man in the back panted and said, "Senior brother, you slow down, I can't keep up." ”

The senior brother said in a muffled voice: "Hurry up, if the fierce god comes back again, the lives of the two of us will be in danger." ”

When the junior disciples in the back heard this, the speed was even faster.

Mu Zhai was surprised in his heart, what kind of rhythm is this? He has also become a guest of honor of the Yingchuan Sword Sect?

Mu Zhai simply didn't think about it, the feeling of being carried and seriously injured was really uncomfortable, so he immediately closed his eyes and recalled Han Cang's powerful knife over and over again, and kept gesturing in his hands.

When Mu Zhai felt stopped, he opened his eyes and saw a smiling round-faced old man, looking at Mu Zhai kindly, as if looking at his own grandson.

"Awake?" The round-faced old man was the head of the Yingchuan Sword Sect, and he looked at Mu Zhai in surprise and said.

Mu Zhai said helplessly: "This old man, I came up to challenge, why is it so courteous?"

The old man was full of smiles, Mu Zhai was shocked, this old man must have the good of broken sleeves, and immediately said categorically: "Old man, please let me go, I can go down the mountain." ”

Wu Feng said with a spring breeze on his face: "Childe said that he laughed, he was a guest when he came to the door, and Childe was seriously injured, how could he move lightly?

The words in his mouth are beautiful, but Wu Feng is bitter in his heart, and he doesn't know where the master came from, so he forced the head of his faction to become a villain who slapped the horse's whiskers, which was really pitiful.

Mu Zhai looked at Wufeng inexplicably, the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, everyone is like this, and he can't stand the shelf, right?

"Dare to ask the old man's name?"

The senior brother said proudly: "The good godfather learned that this is the head of our Yingchuan Sword Sect, and he is known as the Dahe Sword Wufeng Zhenren. ”

Mu Zhai was in awe, to be able to become the head of a faction, he must have made great achievements in a certain aspect, Mu Zhai could see at a glance that this windless real person was definitely a master above the Eight Desolations, and even the master of the Nine Palaces was not unknowable, and he could break out of the name of the Great River Sword, obviously the swordsmanship was extraordinary.

"Wufeng senior, how can the kid be able to let the seniors come to greet him in person!"

The ghost wants to welcome you!" Wu Feng complained in his heart, but said with a smile on his face: "What did you say? Our Yingchuan Sword Sect is famous for its hospitality, not to mention the son, even if it is an ordinary person, we will definitely make the guests feel at home." ”

Mu Zhai suddenly felt flattered, is this Yingchuan Sword Sect too hospitable? Even the real person in charge of the sect has personally welcomed the guests, could it be that there is no one in the Yingchuan Sword Sect?

"Qingquan, Qingyun, bring Childe to the guest room, you are good to serve Childe. ”

Qingquan is the senior brother, Qingyun is the junior brother, the senior brothers and sisters smiled and carried Mu Zhai and walked towards the guest room of the Yingchuan Sword Sect.

Mu Zhai was helpless, couldn't he change his way?

The two obviously didn't notice Mu Zhai's pain, and happily took Mu Zhai to a small building with a separate courtyard and put him in the bedroom.

Qingquan smiled: "I don't know the name of the son?"

Mu Zhai rubbed his dizzy head and said dizzily: "My name is Mu Zhai." ”

Qingquan hurriedly said: "Mu Gongzi, you can recuperate with peace of mind, our Yingchuan Sword Sect, the environment is quiet, it is really a rare good place, if there is something, just call our brother directly, and we will live next to you." ”

Qingyun said happily: "Mu Gongzi can beat that fierce god away, and he is also a master, so let's take the time to ask for some benefits." ”

Mu Zhaideng's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Fierce God?" Are you talking about Hancang?"

Qingquan smiled: "Listening to the tone of the childe, it seems that you don't know this cold cang?"

Mu Zhai said honestly: "I first came to Yingchuan, I really don't know this person, can you two talk about it for me?"