Chapter Eighty-Six: The Three Musketeers

When Mo Zihan heard this, he was short of breath, and asked in a deep voice: "Those three people, are they hanging a phoenix head sword and a python scabbard with a ...... in their waists?"

"Yes yes yes ......"

"Good...... Now that you have no way to retreat, you can only go all the way, jump into the river, touch the stone pile, wade to the opposite bank little by little, and then pass through the five stone gates, you can walk out of this Qitian Pavilion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Thank you Grandpa Fairy for your advice, thank you Grandpa Fairy......"

"Grandpa Fairy, how wide and deep is this river, and are there any monsters in the water...... Fairy Grandpa ......" a group of people got the guidance of "Fairy Grandpa", their hearts were happy, but they were still afraid, and asked about the danger in the water, but they did not respond for a long time, and after being stunned for a long time, they knew that the fairy had gone, so they discussed who should explore the road first, even if the tiger was current, they were not afraid, but here, facing the unknown, and the road that the eyes could not see, it was difficult.

Wei and Mo listened quietly for a moment, then flew directly to the other side, walked quickly, and passed through the four stone gates all the way, but suddenly stopped in front of the fifth stone gate.

"Lord Mo, please turn around. ”

"Why?" Mo Zihan was puzzled.

"If you don't want to walk like a blind man in the crowd in the time of a pillar of incense, you'd better turn around. ”

Mo Zihan let out an "oh", "It seems that as soon as this stone door opens, we can be regarded as going out." After saying that, he turned around, and when Wei Chuan took the seventh step, a dazzling light line immediately appeared on the bluestone ground, which gradually widened, as if the bluestone on the ground had been split and pulled away to both sides, with a strong light. It was like shooting out of the slit, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"Concession!" came the woman's voice in the distance.

"Could it be that someone is learning martial arts...... Lord Akataka. Can Xia Guan turn around?"

"If you can see a beast's head carved into the stone door opposite, turn around. ”

Mo Zihan heard this. Forcibly enduring the dazzling light, looking at the vastness, the walls on both sides could not be seen, and he could only see his elongated figure, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he heard the footsteps of Wei Chuan turning around and walking out, so he immediately asked: "Lord Chiying, Xia Guan Ruo turned around." Will you become blind. ”

"There's nothing wrong with being blind. Wei Chuan's voice at this time was already in the distance.

In the stone corridor, it suddenly changed to brighter, but it was not as dazzling as it was at first. Mo Zihan could vaguely see the messy traces of knives and axes scattered on the smooth and flat stone wall, and knew that this was left by the previous person when he was crazy in the dark passage, and he sighed secretly in his heart. A little while, opposite the stone gate. A pattern appeared, and it gradually became clear from the paste, and it was really a beast's head, grinning angrily. It looks strange, but the beast's teeth are neatly arranged like human teeth. Fat tongue, drooping outside. "It must be a herbivorous animal. Mo Zihan muttered to himself and turned around. In front of him is like a boxy picture, imprinted into the eye is a mountain without top, down without feet, dark and lightless, and the distant silk clouds, blue sky, not as good as Gege, near you can see two lighthouses, the stone base on the ground, reflecting the dazzling light, a few treetops, are swaying in the breeze, as if laughing at his cowardice and incompetence.

Mo Zihan walked out slowly, the gloomy mountain, gradually into his eyes, it turned out to be the location of the not sunny day, the dark clouds on the peak, still lightning, very intense, strangely, there was no sound at all. When he was puzzled, from both sides of the stone gate, two women with the same clothes as the entrance came out, bowed to him,

"Dare to ask why thunder is heard here. ”

Who knew that the woman smiled slightly, bowed her chin and pleaded, and did not answer.

"It turns out that they are dumb!" Mo Zihan felt a little regretful in his heart, and couldn't help but take another look, the woman's skin was like jade, which made people feel that in the mundane, whoever stood side by side with it would look dirty, but he inadvertently found that under the woman's face, there seemed to be a faint stream of fine worms swimming in the flesh and blood, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, endured the horror, and pretended to walk out.

Clear!

Standing under the giant pillar in front of the stone gate, under the high level, a colorful flag flying under the eyes, the boxy open space, the white jade stone is laid, the dark green dense forest outside the open space hugs, it is round, and then it is like the sparse and standing dead soul tree outside, vertical and horizontal, neat and tidy. The open space and the dark green jungle, like a huge copper coin, the square hole is in the center of the open space, enclosing a boxy ring, four directions, each with tables and chairs, a rough number, each direction, attending fifty, this is the martial arts alliance conference, the people who sit are all the heads of various factions, as well as the heads of the Quartet who have heads and faces, after the seats, there is a column of disciples who are unevenly standing, and said that the size of the ring is less than one hundred of the "copper coin" square hole open space, Mo Zi was secretly surprised, muttered to himself: " This square hole is square, the four sides are straight, and it is easy to do it, but this compass is neat, how to draw it, it seems that there are really a lot of strange people in this wasteland. At this time, seeing that Wei Chuan had finished walking the steps under his feet and was walking into the dry soul forest, he suddenly remembered the scene in front of the door of Qi Tian Pavilion, and while shouting, he flew down lightly, attracting everyone below to raise their eyes.

When the two of them passed through the Dry Soul Forest, a carriage drove out of the dense forest, and two coachmen in brocade clothes, with a smile on their faces, invited them to get into the car.

"Do all the people who enter Qi Tian Pavilion have to sit in this carriage?" Mo Zihan asked as he got into the carriage.

"Out of the Qi Heavenly Pavilion, only those who are clean and unstained are eligible to ride the carriage. One smiled.

"Oh, I see, how many people came in in wagons?"

The man shook his head and said, "Not much!

As he spoke, he drove into the forest yin path, the dense forest outside the window was like weaving, and he couldn't see the staggered time, as the carriage moved forward rapidly, the trees on both sides were like high walls, Mo Zihan smiled at Wei Chuanlang: "This car is silent, the horse does not bark, sitting here, flat as the clouds, it is really the first time I was born, and I will see how this car is made later." ”

"Please go slowly!"

Mo Zihan was stunned, "Have you arrived?" ”

"Heroes, look!" said the coachman, still smiling, lifting the curtain with one hand and pointing to the ring with the other.

Mo Zihan showed a look of surprise. Looking back at Wei Chuan, he saw that Wei Chuan's face was calm. Ignore him and go straight to the ring. hurriedly followed, but did not forget to tell the coachman, "Keep this carriage first, wait a while, and I will come to take a look." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

There is a man and a woman in the ring, holding wooden swords, each performing its own moves, attacking and defending, advancing and retreating. The strange thing is that the two are always far away from each other, as if they are dancing separately, Mo Zihan followed Wei Chuan, stopped in front of the two guards standing in the ring with their backs, frowned and said: "This is a sword competition, this is obviously a blind comparison of fist embroidery, no real kung fu." ”

"Two heroes, if you are a member of the sect. Please enter the east seat, if you are a ranger, please take the north seat. ”

Mo Zihan sighed, "Then the west and the south are on the second seat." Who is the master? ”

"Back to the two heroes, the two seats in the southwest, are all people in the hall and rangers from all over the world. ”

Mo Zihan nodded. He looked at Wei Chuan with a wry smile, "In the middle of a stumbling day." also has its own small rivers and lakes. ”

Wei Chuan clasped his fists and saluted: "In the Xiahua Mountain Sword Sect Wei Chuan, please lead the way." ”

The guards heard. With a slightly startled expression, he hurriedly saluted, turned around and shouted to the ring: "Wei Chuan, the head of the Huashan Sword Sect, went to the meeting to watch the ceremony, and the east seat was seated." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion on the field, and the sound of discussion rose one after another, some people looked at each other, and others looked towards a person on the east seat, who was closing his eyes and drinking tea, and was complacent, not Liu Yi, who was it? There was a girl with an indifferent expression sitting side by side, and at this time she raised her eyes slightly to look, it was Wei Xiao'an. Behind the two, there were three men and three women, all of whom were disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect, and when they heard that Master Wei Chuan was coming, their faces showed surprise.

"It's really a joke, Huashan Sword Sect, why are the two heads here, do you want to borrow the position of the Martial Arts Alliance to compete with each other, if this is the case, we are in a leisure mood. ”

"Two heads, what's so strange, more than ten years ago, there were four heads of the Huashan Sword Sect, and two were not many. ”

"The matter of my Huashan Sword Sect, it is not your turn to make irresponsible remarks. At this time, behind Liu Yi, a young man pointed at the two fat men who laughed angrily.

"Presumptuous!" Liu Yi blew the tea, sighed leisurely, and the disciple behind him, breathing heavily, looked angry, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly started to start.

"Shout...... Your Huashan Sword Sect can do that little bird thing, can't we say it!"

"Let your mother's fart ......" scolded angrily, Jian Guang Huo Huo, three Huashan disciples, stepped forward, and pointed their long swords at the two fat men sitting on the table.

The two crooked their mouths, chuckled, picked up the tea bowl, and invited each other, "Come on, please please, it's really good tea!"

The three disciples were furious, seeing that the two of them were extremely careless, gritting their teeth, the long sword was handed out, one person was stabbed on each side, and the middle position was in the middle of the defense, behind the two fat men, the disciples each had more than 20, but the lines were different, the eyes stared at the two people dancing in the ring, and the three Huashan disciples came to assassinate the master, it seemed that they were unaware, this stabbing force was fast, and it had reached the chest in the blink of an eye, but the two of them pinched the tea lid with one hand, and held the tea bowl with one hand, and the two stabbed the long sword that stabbed immediately, immediately stagnated between the steam of the tea, trembling slightly, the sword was cast of green steel, and it was in the heat of the owl, shaking like a microwave, and the two disciples were surprised, showing a very embarrassed look.

But the two fat men looked leisurely and smiled, "Since there are two heads, there will inevitably be a fight between master and apprentice, dragon and tiger, it seems that these three musketeers are adopted by someone and no one disciplines them, so our brothers will do their best!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"The little brother likes to teach the living to be dead!"

"Brother, I am the best at disciplining the dead. Hahaha!"

As soon as the laughter fell, the long sword in the middle disciple's hand, "pop", flew out, swam in the air for a circle, and then swept the two Huashan disciples who stabbed with swords, the disciple in the middle, seeing that the momentum was swift and unstoppable, pushed with both palms, and wanted to push the two away, who knew that the tentacles were like electricity, his body was light, and he flew far away, and the flying sword swept over the shoulders of the two.

"Senior brother!" the Huashan disciple who vomited blood on the ground screamed.

"Senior brother, we're fine!"

The two fat men looked stunned, obviously seeing the flying sword sweeping their necks, why were the two of them still standing here safe and sound, and the sword disappeared out of thin air, could it be that someone secretly helped each other? The two couldn't help but look at Liu Yi together, only to see that Liu Yi was still closing his eyes and recuperating, leisurely, and then looked at Wei Chuan's side, and Wei Chuan and another person walked around along the periphery, without a chance to make a move, so who else could be? When the two of them were about to look back, they suddenly found that the companion with Wei Chuan was holding two swords in his left hand, a sword inlaid with gold and jade, and an unsheathed sword, which was the matching sword of the Huashan faction, and couldn't help but open his eyes wide, "I don't see the monk!"

Holding a wooden sword on the field, a man and a woman who were gesturing, at this time the sword was withdrawn, and the woman hugged the sword and said: "Accept!" (to be continued). )