Meng Ran stood outside this True Martial Sect, squinting his eyes and looking at the scenery in the middle of the mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A long robe was attached to him, already covered with dust, and the original color could no longer be seen.

With a yellow face and a thin body, from a distance, he looked like a down-and-out scholar, and even the wooden-handled long sword in his hand was used by him as a walking stick, propped on the ground, which seemed to be an ornament.

Where the True Martial Sect is located, although it is a cliff, it is also as tall as a cloud, and at this time, as far as Meng Ran can see, he can only see the phantom shadows of some buildings.

He sighed, the mountain wind blew, bringing a few coughs, and he slowly crawled towards the True Martial Sect with his sword.

On the rivers and lakes, the fist is the largest.

Although Qin Mu is not very famous, what he did in the national capital three months ago is something that can be underestimated by the forces of the rivers and lakes, but in dozens of days, the name of this true martial arts has also resounded throughout Kyushu.

Some gritted their teeth, others dismissed.

There are even more people, in high spirits, waiting for the storm to come.

Like Meng Ran, there are not many people who go up the mountain alone, and along the way, people keep passing by him and heading towards the True Martial Sect.

Some of these people are not convinced by Qin Mu's reputation and try to step on Qin Mu's position; there are also those who admire Qin Mu's skills and want to come to learn from him, and the rest are all over the place, nothing more than spies of various forces, outside this True Martial Sect, they are also mixed.

But Qin Mu seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a group of ignorant villagers and two empty majestic buildings.

This time, the challengers are naturally cynical, that is, those who are dedicated to apprenticeship, and they are also disappointed in their hearts, this real place is actually occupied by some people who drink and meat, **** looking for fun, and no one is going to stop it.

In this way, the big and small forces in Kyushu don't know the true depth of Qin Mu, they only say that he is as timid as a mouse, the more outrageous the rumors at the beginning, the louder they laugh today, the forces that really have some background, but because of the forces behind them, they have long regarded Qin Mu as a dead person, so naturally they will not clarify for him.

Meng Ran didn't care about the looks of the people around him, and walked slowly on the mountain road.

On the cliff, there were bursts of laughter.

Until he was halfway up the mountain.

On this mountain road, there is a group of high-rollers sitting around, eating meat and drinking, so happy, most of them are stout men with strong muscles, where can they afford this Meng Ran's weak chicken-like body, looked at Meng Ran in surprise, and then looked at the scabbard covered with mud, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Meng Ran didn't seem to hear their ridicule at all, turned his head to look at the smoky scenery on the mountain, stared at one place tightly, and became comtracted.

It seemed that Meng Ran's ignorance angered the group of strong men in front of him, and a black-faced man led by him stood up, with a cold smile on his face, raised his hand, and touched the long sword in Meng Ran's hand.

"Thin like a monkey, dare to hold a sword?"

Pu Fan's big palm brought a shock to the evil wind, and Meng Ran's body shook a few more times, really responding to the words "weak and can't help the wind".

The others put on a look of watching the show, and the smile on the big man's face was a little bigger.

Meng Ran's fingertips moved, and the hilt of the sword in his hand was raised.

Obviously, the scabbard was made of wood, but others seemed to see a glimmer of fire when the blade was unsheathed.

It was like a meteor crossing the sky, leaving only a trace of blood in the throat of the strong man.

The people around him gasped and stepped back more than three feet.

People in the rivers and lakes, the kung fu in the eyes is more important than the kung fu in the hands, this weak scholar is obviously a ruthless man with a sword.

Meng Ran didn't care about the expressions of the people around him, and still stared at the void in front of him.

"You're a smart man. ”

In the air, a faint voice came.

I saw that the surroundings seemed to be bright and generous, that is, the two buildings on this half of the mountain have also been reborn, the round altar began to gradually reveal the red light, and the half-moon-shaped hall seemed to have faded the stone skin on the surface, revealing the inside of gold and jade.

In front of Meng Ran and the others, a group of people appeared.

I saw Qin Mu and Linglong Guisheng and the two of them standing in the void of this place, Linglong with a pair of big eyes, staring at Meng Ran non-stop.

"I've been waiting for three months, and you're the only one who has some understanding. ”

Ignoring those people in the rivers and lakes who seemed to be ghosts, Qin Mu looked at Meng Ran in front of him with a smile, and said a little casually: "You come to my True Martial Sect, what's the matter?"

After establishing his own sect, Qin Mu didn't care about the people who came and went, so he laid out this formation, unless he was a person with a sensitive mind or an extremely advanced cultivation, he was afraid that he couldn't see it at all, so he trained two disciples in this mountain.

There is more meaning, which is to see if there are some jades in the rivers and lakes that have not been accepted by the seven major factions.

Speaking of which, whether it is martial arts or immortal Taoism, it is really a serious elite education, and if it is not greatly developed materially, the so-called ideal of national promotion will inevitably not be realized.

Not to mention the fact that the poor are rich and martial, it is the essence of martial arts, and it is the improvement of personal strength.

In this world, the strong will always win, and the winner will be stronger, so the strong will be stronger, and the weak will be weaker.

As a result, the role of genius has been infinitely magnified in this Kyushu world.

It's just that Qin Mu is different from others, he doesn't care about what others say about the spirit body and holy body, but he attaches great importance to the will or spirit of the disciples.

This phantom array is prepared for those who have excellent spiritual sense.

Who knew that in the past three months, there have been many people coming and going, but only Meng Ran was the only one in front of him who saw the strangeness, which caused Qin Mu to be a little surprised.

Meng Ran pursed his lips, and in order to speak, he just solemnly put the long sword in his hand across his chest.

"Qingzhou Mengran, come to worship the mountain"

When others heard his name, they were terrified.

It was Qin Mu, who was also a little familiar, and with a turn of his head, he remembered the origin of this name, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the half-grown young man in front of him:

"No return sword?"

Wuhui Sword Meng Ran is actually about the same age as Qin Mu, but his reputation in the rivers and lakes in his early years was a cut higher than Qin Mu.

He himself is the son of a small family in the rivers and lakes, and he has a reputation for precocious wisdom in his early years, but when he was eight years old, the family was destroyed by the enemy, and he was the only one who escaped by hiding in the dark room.

That is, five years later, this Meng Ran was just in his early thirteenth year, and he was already a native of the Great Zhou Tianzhong, a long sword, and his combat power far surpassed that of his peers.

Now there are more than three years, he is looking for the famous master to challenge everywhere in the rivers and lakes, although it is not a hundred victories, but a terrible swordsmanship, but he ranks among the top swordsmen in the world, it is rumored that the rivers and lakes are just ten years, he must be the first sword in the world, that is, now, there are not many people in the world who dare to say that they can win him.

How do you know that today has come before the True Martial Sect.

Meng Ran's eyes did not fluctuate at all, he just looked at Qin Mu coldly, and the long sword in his hand began to tremble.

Qin Mu didn't seem to feel the sword aura of the person in front of him, stared at this young man who was actually only sixteen years old but was already full of vicissitudes of life for a long time, and asked, "Why did you come to me?"

"They say you're number one in the world. ”

Who these "they" are, Qin Mu also knows it.

The number one in the world has a bit of sincerity and a bit of malice, and everyone can see it clearly.

"So you're here to be the first in the world?" The corners of Qin Mu's mouth turned slightly, and his eyes fell on the hand where he held the sword, although Meng Ran's body was a little shapely, but the hand holding the sword was extremely perfect, and the slender fingers seemed to be carved out.

"Of course, I learn martial arts, naturally I want to be the first in the world, I win, you give me this mountain gate, you win, my life is yours. ”

Meng Ran's words seemed to be a little sharper than his sword.

Qin Mu smiled, looked at him with some pity, and said, "I don't know if you are the best in the world, but I don't want your life that doesn't have much time." (To be continued.) )