Wanjian Mountain's once-in-a-decade trip to Heavenly Sword is imminent, and the team was suddenly attacked by a surprise attack, resulting in one death and one "injury"-

Thinking about Guan Peng, they should be in a mess now, and it is estimated that they will have to be repaired for a while, so that they will come to Tongming Town to meet much later. Peng Wuhua kept thinking about many thoughts, some calculating, and some happy. If it weren't for the fact that when Wanjian Mountain and his party set off yesterday, they went to the management hall by themselves, I'm afraid that Yan'er would have already contacted Lu Yu by now, right?

"No time......"

In three days at most, Guan Peng's team will come to Tongming Town, and no matter whether Lu Cheng has received a message from his family or not, he can't take this risk. After sitting in silence for an hour, a touch of coldness gradually appeared on Peng Wuhua's calm face, and a faint murmur sounded in this room-

"Non-toxic and not ...... husband"

Yan'er, don't blame me!

Although the disciples of the Xingyue Sword Palace were not so easy to see, when leaving the sect, Peng Wuhua used some means to arrange for Guan Peng's team to set off earlier, avoiding any possibility of Lu Cheng and Murong Yan meeting, and at the same time, he deliberately buried the secret son in Guan Peng's team, closely monitoring Lu Cheng, even if he couldn't kill him this time, he must destroy his transmission array......

......

The ten-year road of sword enlightenment in Wanjian Mountain is also a pilgrimage for sword cultivation in the world.

About half a month later, the Heavenly Sword of Wanjian Mountain will appear, and at that time, the sword cultivators on this continent who have comprehended the sword intent will flock here!

The path of sword enlightenment only has an effect for the first time, and if you come again, even if the sword intent is stronger and closer to the giant sword between heaven and earth, you still can't comprehend more from it, even the slightest sword intent. Despite this, there were still some sword cultivators who kept repeating for the second and third times to get close to the Heavenly Sword, not for the sake of the Enlightenment Sword, but only for the pilgrimage.

Another day has passed, as the day of pilgrimage to Wanjian Mountain is getting closer and closer, in Tongming Town, which is closest to Wanjian Mountain in Wanjian Prefecture, there are more and more swordsmen with long swords, and the conflicts and private fights that have broken out are also increasing day by day, and the guards of the Martial Arts Alliance in the town are waiting for them, and the guards are divided into several batches to form squads, patrolling back and forth in the major streets of the town, once they find such a kind of swords, they immediately rush up, take down the other party, and expel them directly from the city without saying anything......

On the third floor of the Yunqi Inn, there was a sudden silence, and the warriors who were eating and chatting stopped talking, and looked at a woman in white who walked down from the upper floor in a daze.

A black hair was tied back, a shawl fell, calm and cold eyebrows and eyes, the empty valley and the orchid, reflecting the moon and the cold river. The moment almost everyone saw her, they seemed to see that when the long sword behind him and her back fluttered out, her shock-like figure fluttered down, what kind of dragon would the long sword in her hand be?

- It should be beautiful!

She was not alone, but came down with several fellow brothers and sisters of the Xingyue Sword Palace, all of them had extraordinary bearings and outstanding temperaments, but on the third floor, almost everyone seemed to be unable to see them.

In three years, she has faded all her childishness, her sword heart has become more refined, her sword intent has become more lively, and she vaguely seems to be able to feel a new sprout in the depths of her sword heart......

For sword cultivators, one thing that is different from other martial artists is that after breaking through from the consummation of sword intent, the divine will seed that breaks through the mirror is also called sword pills.

In the past three years, she has been obsessed with practice.

Day after day, year after year, I practiced and practiced, and I didn't dare to let myself stop, and when I paused, I immersed myself in the past little by little, like a dream, and saw that young man beside me. Sometimes I look forward to the nightfall, because I can see him when I sleep, hug him, kiss him, and the boy in the dream is so real, that evil smile......

But sometimes she was afraid to fall asleep, because she would always dream that he would turn into ashes in a sea of thunder, and more often, the dream seemed to tell her what was real.

It's fast, it doesn't take a year, no, it only takes half a year......

I'll be a real person.

We said okay,

You marry me.

......

No one knows what she is thinking in her heart under her calm and tranquil face, and no one knows what the purpose of her crazy cultivation in the past three years is.

Except for Nalan Yufeng.

Ding-dong!

The slightly hurried transmission bell rang, and everyone couldn't help but look at the source, but they saw Murong Yan take a small transmission array from his waist with a calm demeanor and put it to his ear, and suddenly, a familiar voice came that was about to collapse and almost cried.

"Long-legged Yan, Ah Yan, Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, he's dying......"

Hula!

Murong Yan, who was nervous, stood up suddenly, pressed her right hand on the transmission array, and directly transmitted the voice to it: "Where are you?"

Suffering from the fact that Murong Yan had been meditating in her room, Peng Wuhua on the side had not found a suitable opportunity to get off the phone, and had not been able to plant witch Gu on her, and finally she came out, but when she came to the scene in front of her, it suddenly made his heart tighten, "Could it be ......?"

He hurriedly stepped forward until he was almost about to hit her, and asked with concern, "Yan'er, what happened?"

Murong Yan looked back at him, her slender and beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her body leaned back slightly, "Brother Cheng has an accident, I want to go over and take a look!"

"-Then did he say anything to you?" Almost subconsciously, Peng Wuhua asked such a sentence, and immediately his heart was terrible.

"What?" Murong Yan looked at him a little strangely.

Peng Wuhua's mind turned sharply, but his expression remained unchanged and said, "I mean, did he tell you what happened?"

"Nope!"

Without saying anything more to Peng Wuhua, Murong Yan bypassed him and said to the senior sister who led the team, and the whole person flew out directly from the third floor of the Yunqi Inn, and his beautiful posture instantly turned into a long rainbow, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in a few breaths. At this time, the swordsmen on the entire third floor came back to their senses, just now her voice, words, movements, and the graceful posture of flying out from here, I am afraid that they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

"It seems that Lu Cheng didn't receive a message from the family!"

Peng Wuhua narrowed his eyes, the thoughts in his heart became clearer, and he thought: "Their movements are very fast, now they are just waiting for Lu Yu to come back! This time, I want you to die completely, your heart can only be mine, mine!"

Walking to the side, he picked up the messenger array plate and sent a message to the black witch, and when he came back to the dinner table, Peng Wuhua finally showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Everything is ready, waiting for you to enter the urn!"