Chapter 82: The Immortal Sword

Holding a waist card, the swordsman who claimed to be a member of the Huashan Sword School, just dropped the jade steps with his left foot, and suddenly the stone steps were like sculptures on both sides of the strange trees, and the dead branches immediately turned into soft belts, and in the blink of an eye, the person was wrapped like a cocoon, and the black soft belts of hundreds of long and thousands were pulled and hung in the air, and the cocoon-like wrapping bag kept melting, making a muffled sound of grunting, no, the soft belt slowly loosened, inhaled the strange tree, and returned to the original state, but where were there still people, only "bang" sounded, and fell a silver shining iron ball. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rest of the swordsmen were so frightened that they retreated far away, and the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect were dumbfounded.

The little Taoist priest closed his eyes helplessly, shook his head, walked towards the swordsman, and saluted: "Heroes, you are here for the Alliance Conference, you should ask for a salute, even if you don't know the rules of Qi Tian Pavilion, but with this bit of effort, it is in vain to come to Qi Tian Pavilion." ”

A group of swordsmen are all six gods and no masters, "I'll wait...... Be...... He was a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect and came to ...... Yes, yes...... Please inform ...... then one. I don't know if I was born with a stutter, or I was afraid, I spit and swallow when I spoke, and when I finished speaking, I also panicked and held the waist card in my hand and held it high in front of me, but I couldn't stop trembling.

When the little Taoist priest heard this, he looked at Wei Chuan with a confused expression.

Mo Zihan smiled at this time and saluted Xiaodao, "As the Dao Leader said, if we can confirm that we are not from the Ghost Knife Gang, we can enter, yes and no." ”

The little Taoist priest smiled and said, "Exactly!"

"This is the usual method of judging cases, but there are omissions?"

The little Taoist priest was puzzled, "What's missing?"

Mo Zihan smiled slightly, "When the official government chases the murderer." It is not only necessary to exclude people who are not related to the murder first, but also to confirm the surnames and names of the people involved in the murder. If it cannot be confirmed, even the suspect's surname is. If they don't know it, they can't submit the file and sentence and convict them, unless the official mission catches the murderer on the spot. Does the Taoist think this makes sense?"

The little Taoist priest frowned, "This is much more rigorous, and it can avoid unjust cases." ”

Wei Chuan had already heard Mo Zihan circling with this trail, and was silent.

Mo Zihan smiled lightly and said, "If we confirm that we are members of the Huashan Sword Sect, can we enter?"

"Of course, Fang Cai Poor Dao has already said it first. But there is no credible evidence for the heroes. ”

Mo Zihan smiled: "I don't know if Chang Ke has ever seen the martial arts skills of the Huashan Sword Sect?"

The little Taoist priest suddenly realized: "So that's the case, the poor Dao has been guarding Qitian Pavilion for three hundred years, of course I have seen the martial arts of the Huashan Sword Sect?"

"Then dare to ask the chief, do you know anything about the martial arts of the Ghost Knife Gang, and how is the martial arts of the Ghost Knife Gang?"

The little Taoist priest shook his head, "I haven't seen the martial arts of the Ghost Knife Gang with my own eyes, but I can see it from the wounds on the body of the merchant who died outside the mountain. Martial arts are mediocre. ”

Mo Zihan pointed to the steps, "From the Dao Chief's point of view, can the Ghost Knife Gang break into Qitian Pavilion from this Dao." ”

The little Taoist priest smiled wryly and pointed to the iron ball. "I'm afraid none of them will be able to step on the second step. ”

Mo Zihan said confidently: "My Huashan Sword Sect, light body martial arts, is a unique secret science. The world is strange, and it can pass through this dangerous road of life and death unscathed. ”

The little Taoist priest hurriedly stopped: "Heroes can't be strong. This path is not led by immortals, and mortals are not allowed to enter. If the hero wants to try. The first order is a warning, martial arts strong people, with their eyes and hands, lucky to escape, but the higher up, the more dangerous, this is the ladder to the sky, mortals enter it, as if ascending to the sky. ”

Mo Zihan chuckled, then walked to the stone steps, took a deep breath, and suddenly disappeared with a soft drink, but only saw the strange branches on both sides of the stone steps, spit out the black soft belt, when it flew like a snake, when it spit out thorns like soft, faster and faster, more and more dense, densely woven like a wall, casting a shadow on the ground, the soft belt was flying, flashing sparks from time to time, where the sparks splashed, from the top of the stone steps, until retreating to the outside of the stone steps, the high wall woven by soft silk, also moving outward, suddenly dozens of soft belts, spit out from the wall, sparks splashed at the end of the soft belt, and spit out more than three zhang long, only to suddenly retract, inhaled into the strange branches, at this time the clothes were tattered, Mo Zihan, whose hair was messy, showed his human form, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.

The little Taoist stepped forward and said with a smile: "This hero is very skilled." ”

Mo Zi smiled awkwardly, his face embarrassed.

Seeing this, Wei Chuan slowly exhaled a long breath, "According to what the Taoist chief said, this road needs to be led by immortals before it can go up, if I go up, who should lead the way?"

The little Taoist priest closed his eyes and smiled: "Of course, it is led by the poor Dao." ”

Wei Chuan said with a smile: "The Taoist has been guarding the place for three hundred years, and I should think that the Taoist is an immortal, hehe, but this trip, there is no need to bother the Taoist to lead the way, I can also go up on my own, and the Taoist will still lead the Huashan disciples over there into Qitian Pavilion." With a salute, he turned around and commanded, "Open the way for the teacher, and you will follow closely." ”

"Master, this is no joke. ”

Wei Chuan said in a deep voice: "Do you not believe in being a teacher, or are you afraid of death!"

When the disciples heard this, they immediately said solemnly, "Yes, Master!"

When the little Taoist priest saw Wei Chuan walking close to the jade steps, he hurriedly and kindly dissuaded: "Heroes, isn't this to embarrass the poor Dao?"

Wei Chuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Dao Chief!" As he spoke, he stepped up the stairs, and those strange trees, standing up and turning into soft belts, attacked Wei Chuan, but the soft belts that were as sharp as spears stopped three feet away in front of Wei Chuan, trembling uncontrollably, and did not dare to attack. Wei Chuan's cheeks twitched, his mouth was closed, and he stepped on the second step, and the two trees in the second row, spinning like hair, covered the sky and the sun, but they also stopped three feet in front of Wei Chuan.

The Taoist priest was looking at it in amazement, and suddenly heard the thunder rolling on a sunny day, and looked up, the lightning was like a demon, his teeth and claws were dancing, and the clouds were rolling fiercely, which was very abnormal, but he showed a smile on his face, "Du Niangzi, I can see the omen of the light of day again." Then he looked at Wei Chuan and his party, they had all walked up the steps one after another, and more than ten people behind them showed their long swords in their hands, guarding against the enemy, and looked panicked, and Wei Chuan slowly pulled out the immortal sword, the blue light of the long sword flashed rapidly, very dazzling, those soft black silks, when they met the blue light, they trembled violently, and immediately drooped down, as if surrendering to everyone, and then quickly inhaled the strange tree.

"Master!" one of the disciples cried out lovingly, "they are afraid of this immortal. ”

Wei Chuan turned around, smiled, and bowed to the Taoist priest below.

The little Taoist priest hurriedly replied with a salute and raised his hand to ask.

Standing at the foot of the steps, the swordsman who claimed to be a member of the Huashan Sword Sect was shocked and dumbfounded, and the little Taoist smiled at this time, "Heroes of the Huashan Sword Sect, please go up with the poor road." ”

When everyone heard the voice, as if they had encountered a great enemy, they hurriedly stepped back, pressed the sword in their hands, and saw that it was the little Taoist priest who stood with a smile, so he came to his senses and muttered, "Where is my eldest brother!" while pointing to the iron ball.

The little Taoist priest shook his head and said, "Sins and sins have been eaten by these dead soul trees, and they will never recover." ”

"You killed my big brother!"

"No, no, no, it's not that Poor Dao is killed, but these dead soul trees are killed, you heroes mourn by the way, don't hate Poor Dao, you can only blame him for being rude. ”

The swordsmen were jealous of the Dead Soul Tree, how dare they be angry, they looked at each other, and they were noncommittal.

"Everyone, please!" the little Taoist priest walked up the steps first, seeing that the swordsmen were still hesitating, "Come up quickly, I'm afraid you heroes don't want to miss the protagonist of the Nine Years One Realm." ”

A swordsman, "sigh", "Let's go up." (To be continued.) )