"My Xuan'er, I was very loyal to you in the past. Even the position of the peak master was fought for you. You stab her with a sword!"

"This crime should be punished!"

"Old Xu, please calm down!"

And at this moment, a bitter sound suddenly sounded.

As soon as the voice fell, a figure was already standing in front of Xu Lin.

He was wearing a white robe, with a long sword in the center of the robe, tied up his long hair, and a faint smile on his face. The person who came looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun held the Sword of the Nine Words in his hand tightly.

Sword! South! Heaven!

Mu Yun wished he could kill directly at this moment and tear Jian Nantian the whole person into pieces.

Master died because of him, and Destroy the Heavenly Sword Sect died because of him.

Even because of him, Dao disappeared while competing for the Zhuxian Map.

All of this is because of Jian Nantian!

At this moment, the distance is so close.

"Jian Nantian, I'm afraid you never dreamed that I was not dead, and I was still standing here, standing in front of you, looking at you!"

However, ten thousand years have passed, and Jian Nantian looks younger than before.

Mu Yun knew that this was not because Jian Nantian was getting smaller and smaller, but because his strength was afraid that he would improve again!

"Old Xu!"

There was a trace of sword energy between Jian Nantian's eyebrows, which was so heroic. Looking at Mr. Xu, he looked humble.

"Liu Ruxue is also a peak master of my Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect!" Jian Nantian smiled and said, "It's unreasonable to kill her like this!"

"Wenxuan is still the Tianjianzi of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect. I said back then that Lu Qingfeng is well-known for the man who is Mising Tianyan. His strength is unfathomable and he has many ghost ideas. It is very dangerous to ask Wenxuan to chase him!"

"You don't care about it, which led to Wenxuan's ten thousand years of progress, and he became like this... no one is human or ghost!"

Xu Lin became more and more excited as he spoke, his body trembled, and Liu Ruxue's face turned into a purple color.

"Old Xu, isn't Wenxuan safely back? The sect will make up for him!" Jian Nantian said kindly.

"Make up? Ten thousand years, even the Tianjianzi ten thousand years ago was brought over. Wenxuan now..." Old Xu said viciously in a sad tone.

Just as he changed his words, Mr. Xu suddenly snorted: "It just so happened that my disciple has returned. This woman can free up the position of the peak master and give it to Wenxuan!"

After the words fell, Xu Lin's palm strength increased again.

“Master…”

At this moment, Lin Wenxuan stood up with Mu Yun's support and said, "Master, don't hurt her!"

Lin Wenxuan said slowly: "Those who do not know are innocent!"

Hearing this, Xu Lin put his hands secretly.

Liu Ruxue gasped heavily, her whole face was completely purple and red. Looking at Xu Lin, she still felt scared.

This old man is simply terrifying.

She had no means of resisting at all!

"Let's spare you for the time being!" Xu Lin shouted, "Remember, this is my disciple who spares your life."

Hearing this, Jian Nantian, who was standing beside him, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Xu, Wenxuan is not in good health now. I think he should take him to Qingtian Peak to recuperate first!"

"No need!"

Hearing this, Lin Wenxuan stopped him and said, "I want to chat with Master. With Master here, I can't die. Thank you for your kindness."

Jian Nantian didn't care and said, "Okay, okay, then I'll be old!"

"Slower!"

Mr. Xu walked up to Lin Wenxuan and was careful.

But at this moment, Mu Yun stood aside, but he didn't know why.

"Mu Yun, follow me!"

Mu Yun!

The name sounded, Jian Nantian frowned and looked at Mu Yun with a profound look.

It depends on your paralysis!

Mu Yun cursed in his heart: Look again, can you recognize who I am?

Now, he has completely become another person, and he has checked all his breath for Jian Nantian, and Jian Nantian can't find anything.

“Yes, Master!”

Mu Yun did not refuse, looked at the crowd, took Wang Xinya, and left Thirty-Three Peaks with Xu Lin and Lin Wenxuan.

After Mr. Xu and his friends left, everyone present said nothing.

Jian Nantian no longer had the gentleness he had just now, and his face was covered with frost.

"Sword Wushuang!"

Jian Nantian immediately shouted: "This competition is hosted by your Thirty-San Peak. You'd better give me an explanation for this matter!"

"yes!"

Hearing this, Jian Nantian felt bitter in his heart.

After pushing and pushing, the responsibility finally fell on him.

"Ning Zheng, Lu Zhentian, don't forget that I, Jian Nantian, are the masters of these thirty-three Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Plop...

Hearing Jian Nantian's words, the two of them immediately knelt down on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Although they were elders of Tianjian Sect, all the rights were given to them by Jian Nantian. If Jian Nantian asked them to die, how could they dare to live!

"What's the point of fighting? The people who participated in the assessment this time entered the top 100 disciples and took them away. Everyone else, wherever they should go!"

Jian Nantian finished his words and immediately left.

At this moment, on the other side, Mu Yun took Wang Xinya, followed Xu Lin and Lin Wenxuan to a thatched hut.

Three thatched huts, relying on the foot of the mountain, are in this immortal holy land, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Gate where the fairy beasts are flying, are inconspicuous at all.

The entire Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Gate and Thirty-Three Peaks surround it, and in the center is the towering Qingtian Peak.

But between Thirty-Three Peaks and Qingtian Peak, there are many small peaks.

Xu Lin’s residence is at the foot of a small mountain that is more than 100 meters high.

No one would have thought that the elder of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect was just under their noses, and he looked like he was just an old man who was old.

"Mu Yun, take your wife and go to the room to rest first..." Lin Wenxuan said slowly.

"But Master..."

"Don't worry, little brat, I'm here, and I can still make my disciple suffer!" Xu Lin laughed and said, "This time, you rescued my Xuan'er and gave Xuan'er a waste. That's my Xu Lin's disciple. In the future, I will practice well in the 33rd Day Sword Sect. Don't embarrass your master and me!"

"yes!"

Mu Yun bowed his hand, turned around and walked into another thatched hut with Wang Xinya.

But he cursed Xu Lin all over his heart.

Disciple grandson? Sun your sister!

He brought Wang Xinya to another room. As soon as he entered the room, Wang Xinya spoke: "Brother Yun, I always feel that you are too risky like this. If you let Yun Lang..."

However, before Wang Xinya finished speaking, Mu Yun directly covered his mouth.

What is this place? Xu Lin’s residence.

What Xu Lin wants to hear about what the couple said is not easy.

"Don't talk, communicate with your soul power!"

Mu Yun's soul power sent a message: "Now, don't mention what happened before. I am Lin Wenxuan's disciple. This time, Lin Wenxuan's return will definitely feel resentful to Yun Lang, a Tianjianzi ten thousand years ago. He is also full of hatred for the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect. If we follow him, we will definitely be able to upset him."

"Um!"

After whispering for a while, Mu Yun said again: "Xin'er, you are in the realm of the ninth-grade true immortals now. Tianyin snail is in hand, plus Pure Yang Xianlu, breaking through the Golden Immortal is no problem. I will help you now!"

"How to help?"

"Of course it's a dual cultivation!"

Mu Yun said, regardless of whether the old man listened or not, he started to work hard...

“Here?”
To be continued...