On the way, Mu Lingxi told Zhang Ruochen one more thing. After his death, Xuan Yuan Sword Master accepted Huang Yanchen as a disciple. + ◆,

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that the reason why Master did so was actually to help him shelter Huang Yanchen.

In this way, Huang Yanchen had a swordsman as the backer, and the people of the King's Palace in Dongyu, even if he was quite dissatisfied with her heir, no one dared to move her easily.

For Ruoshi Chen's kindness, Zhang Ruochen just kept silent in his heart.

"Since the smoke and dust came to Liang Yizong, Master should have arrived!" Zhang Ruochen thought secretly.

Zhang Ruochen also wanted to meet with Master. After all, Master helped him a lot. As a disciple, how could he not see him?

The outer gate area of ​​Liang Yizong is not only a place for the cultivation of outer gate disciples, but also dozens of cities.

Every city is a mutual city.

Among them, the five cities have the longest history, and they also occupy a large area, are full of aura, and are no less prosperous than a county-level king city. Therefore, Liang Yizong dispatched a large number of manpower to vacate the five cities for the purpose of receiving guests.

There are still two months left. The five big cities are now quite bustling and lively. On the streets, there are crowds of people, and monks from all major forces can be seen everywhere.

Although it is a sword conference, in addition to Kendo monks, there are many other monks rushing together to make fun.

The monks of the major forces in the Eastern Region were placed in Shentai City.

The Sword Contest invites all sword repairs in the world, including Wushi Qianzhuang, Black Market, Demon Religion, and the Imperial Court. There are many conflicts and hatreds between the major forces. Even if Liang Yizong has sent the saints to sit in the five cities, they still Fights happen at any time.

"Sister Chen and the genius Junjie of Dongyu Shengwang Mansion are living in Lanyuyiguan."

Suddenly, Mu Lingxi stopped and said, "I ... I won't go with you ..."

"Oh!"

Mu Lingxi's figure flickered into a dim shadow, rushed into an alleyway, and disappeared.

"Lanyu Station."

Zhang Ruochen went forward, came to the center of the street, glanced at the posthouse on the left, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't enter.

"Brother, brother, do you drink tea? Brother Ming, I just picked up from Qianlishan, do you want a bowl?"

Next to the street, an inner door disciple in a blue robe set up a tea stand, staring at Zhang Ruochen with a smile on his face.

Zhang Ruochen walked over and found a table to sit down and said, "Is the disciple coming out to set up a stall?"

The inner disciple's skin was quite dark, and he looked twenty-seven or eight years old.

He brought a bowl of tea soup and put it in front of Zhang Ruochen, and laughed: "Brother, you are a disciple. For you, the sword sword meeting is naturally a grand gathering. However, for us ordinary people Inner disciples ca n’t participate in the Onsword Symposium, of course, they can only take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune. ”

Zhang Ruochen's body, dressed in a blue robe, was clearly a saint disciple of Liang Yizong.

That's true. The insider disciple was quite respectful of Zhang Ruochen and didn't dare to neglect.

"It is said that the misty tip can enhance the spiritual power of the monk, but it is a rare good tea. How many spirit crystals?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"Dare to accept Brother's money." The insider disciple smiled.

Zhang Ruochen smiled, still took out a top Lingjing and handed it to him.

Next, while drinking tea, Zhang Ruochen looked at Lan Yuyi Station across the street.

Lanyu Station is very gorgeous and quite extensive. Monks come in and out at any time, and many of them are descendants of the gates of the Holy One.

"Boom!"

The slate on the street was slightly shaken.

A moment later, a fiery flame rushed towards the end of the street, and a heat wave was emitted in all directions.

"Ga!"

In the flames, there is a blood-golden black tree that is more than ten meters long. It pulls a gorgeous frame the size of a palace and stops outside the Lanyu Station.

The Blood Jinwu is a sixth-tier inferior wild bird that can burst into a first-order semi-holy level of combat power. When it fell outside the Lanyu Station, the breath radiated out, so that all the monks around it were extremely frightened.

Zhang Ruochen was also a little moved, and glanced at the frame, saying, "I actually made a mount with blood Jinwu, but I don't know who is in the frame?"

In the tea shed, the inner door disciple was trembling all over, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out, and he whispered, "Brother, you don't know. The man in the frame is quite a big man."

"Are you here to participate in the Onsword Contest?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"Yes."

The insider disciple nodded vigorously, and said, "Moreover, he can certainly be the first person at the sword meeting, and no one can compare with him."

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "It's not necessary! The Kunlun world hides the dragons and crouches. Talented people are born. Who dares to say that he must be the best in the world?"

"Others may not dare to call first, but he must be able to. Because he is the young master of Wanxiang City, the descendant of the sword emperor, Xue Wuye." Said the disciple inside.

"It was him." Zhang Ruochen read a sentence.

Wanxiang City is one of the four kendo shrines in Kunlun.

Eight hundred years ago, the owner of Wanxiang City, Xue Hongchen, had the best swordsmanship in the world, known as the "Sword Emperor".

Eight hundred years later, the young master of Wanxiang City, Xue Wuye, was born. The kendo talent chased the former sword emperor in the past.

I really didn't expect to meet this person before the sword meeting.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen was looking forward to this snow, and he looked forward to it. I wonder who would be stronger than the sword emperor in his youth?

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's gaze was fixed and he looked at the gate of Lanyu Station.

Huang Yanchen came out of Lanyu Post, wearing a goose-yellow robe, exposing a snow-white and slender neck, and the long blue hair fell straight from the top of his head, like an iceberg.

Seeing Huang Yanchen, Zhang Ruochen's eyes showed bright light, and I have to say that she had only lost a lot of weight in just a few months.

"Dust ..." Zhang Ruochen's heart was quite bitter.

If it wasn't for the imperial decree of Empress Chi Yao, maybe he and Huang Yanchen had married. How could there be so many twists and turns?

On the frame of Xue Jinwu, a beautiful girl in white came down.

She had a bun on her head and a thin sword on her back. She looked sixteen or seventeen years old and looked very beautiful.

The girl in white walked to Huang Yanchen's body, bowed down and said, "Smoke of dust, the owner of our city invites you to visit Shentai City."

Huang Yanchen glanced at the white girl and said, "Not interested."

Immediately, she went up the street with her hands on her back, still cold, and there seemed to be no human touch on her.

"Oh!"

The girl in white was so accomplished that she stepped slightly and turned into a series of white shadows. She appeared again in front of Huang Yanchen and said, "The master of my city is a sincere invitation. If the girl continues to refuse I am afraid the Shaocheng Lord will be very sad. "

Huang Yanchen's two blue pupils revealed the cold light, saying, "Go and tell Xue Wuye, if he still dares to continue to provoke me, don't blame me."

In the tea shed.

The disciple inside said, "Brother, you are not strange. What kind of romantic person is the master of Shaocheng in Wanxiang City, with his talents, with his family background, with his looks, even the most proud of the world? Woman, I'm afraid it's hard to resist his charm. "

"But he planted a head on the same woman three times in a row. I don't know why the soot girl was so unfriendly?"

"Besides, Xue Wuye is surrounded by beautiful women like clouds, but why did she want to provoke her? Strange, just strange."

Not far away, the white girl's face showed a cold color, and said, "Never a woman would refuse the Shaocheng master three times in a row, Huang Yanchen, you are shameless."

"Oh!"

The white girl's **** formed a sword tactic, and the sword on her back flew out of the sheath immediately, dragging a long sword light, and stabbed at Huang Yanchen.

I have to say that Xue Wuye is indeed awesome. Even if it is just a maid next to him, he is also a first-class kendo master, and he has cultivated to a state of clear swordsmanship.

"I never expected that the people in Wanxiang City would be so outrageous."

Huang Yanchen's face did not change, but his eyes were cold and radiant. With **** together, he also pinched the sword and called out a holy sword.

At the same time, her brows flowed with strong sacred air around her delicate body, forming a sacred field.

"stop."

In the frame, the voice of a young man full of magnetism rang: "Ningxin, who allows you to be rude to the girl, and not yet apologize to the girl."

"Little Lord ..."

The girl in white stared at Huang Yanchen with cold eyes, and did not want to step forward to apologize.

"If you are so disobedient, you don't have to follow me in the future." A faint voice sounded in the frame.

The girl in white showed a sloppy look on her face, knowing that the Shaocheng Lord was already angry, so she quickly stepped forward and bowed to Huang Yanchen: "Sorry, Ning Xin shouldn't have offended the girl, please forgive me. "

"Humph!"

Huang Yanchen snorted coldly, closed the sword, and turned away, disappearing into the crowd on the street.

On the frame, a handsome young man sitting on the carpet of white fox fur, holding a glass wine glass, tasting the fine wine.

On his left and right sides, there are four beautiful women with national colors and heavenly incenses, each of them carrying a sword, all of whom are emperor dragons. There are two of them, and they have reached the ninth change of Yulong.

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On the left, a swordsman closest to Xue Wuye, holding a jade flute, said with bright eyes: "Master, Shaocheng, why don't you ask for it and provoke disciples of Xuan Xuan's Sage?"

Xue Wuye smiled slightly and said, "She is not only a disciple of Xuan Yuan's predecessor, but also has other identities. Anyway, I have my own meaning ... will you not be jealous?"

"You should be clear, this boy doesn't like jealous women. If anyone can't accept this boy is too good for other women, please leave now to avoid sadness in the future."

Xue Wuye looked at the eight swordsmen, but saw that they were still standing there and did not leave.

Suddenly he sighed, apparently a little disappointed.

Subsequently, Xue Jinwu pulled the frame and left Lanyu Post.

"Brother, tea is good."

Zhang Ruochen stood up, walked out of the tea shed, and chased up in the direction that Huang Yanchen left. Enable new URL