When Mo Wen paid the bill and walked out of the restaurant, an unexpected figure appeared in front of him.

"Senior, Li Han has met senior."

Li Han, the eldest of the Three Friends of Qingyang whom I met outside Yishi, bowed.

Mo Wen glanced at the other person. He looked very haggard these days. His eyes were sunken and his eyes were a little evasive, as if he was trying to hide something. From the depths of those eyes, he saw a trace of struggle and pain. He didn't ask why the other person was still there.

He was able to find and recognize himself, and calmly asked: "Why are you looking for me?"

Li Han's complex eyes did not dare to look directly at Mo Wen: "Senior, the elders of Yi City in Qingyang Mountain want to see you, please be sure to go."

"Why did they see me?"

"I'm asking senior to discuss a big matter." Li Han lowered his head and didn't dare to raise it.

"What if I don't go?"

Li Han knelt on the ground and begged: "Senior, please, my second and third brothers are in their hands, please, senior!"

Mo Wen stared at Li Han, whose head touched the ground, without saying a word. After a long time, he said calmly: "Come here and lead the way."

Li Han was overjoyed: "Thank you, senior, for making it possible! Thank you, senior, for making it possible!"

"You shouldn't agree to him. What you should do now is leave immediately before they confirm your identity." Lan's cold voice entered Mo Wen's mind.

"No." Mo Wen replied calmly: "If I do this, it will be equivalent to admitting my identity. They will probably send the news back to the Lingyu Sword Sect immediately. You are confident that you can escape the pursuit of a strong swordsman.

?”

"I understand, but my abilities are limited. I hope there won't be too many strong Jian Gang people here."

While communicating with Lan, Mo Wen had already arrived in front of the auction house in the center of Yi City. As the central building of the entire Yi City, this is also where the management of several major sword gates in Yi City reside. The meeting was on the top floor of the auction house building.

The moment he walked into the hall, Mo Wen felt no less than ten sword-gang-level spiritual consciousness falling on him.

Mo Wen stood in the hall and looked over one by one from the high circular seat. There were a total of thirteen Jian Gang realm spiritual sword masters. Judging from the strength of spiritual consciousness, there were no less than three Jian Gang realm masters and four Jian Gang realm masters.

In the middle stage, the other six are all in the early stage of Jian Gang.

Moreover, among these spirit sword masters, Mo Wen also saw a few familiar figures. First, the junior disciple of Wuwei Sect who had a conflict with him because of Da Hui and his old servant Jiang Li, and then the master of Yingxian Tower, the

A middle-aged spiritual swordsman in the early stage of Jian Gang, and finally the demon-killing spiritual swordsman who competed with him for the Deadwood Rejuvenation Pill at the auction.

The fourteen people seemed to be having a banquet. The jade table in front of them was filled with fine wine, jade liquid, spiritual fruits and rare treasures.

When Mo Wen arrived, the entire hall immediately fell silent. Some looked at him curiously and interestingly, while others looked at him with fierce murderous intent.

After a moment of silence, an old man in the late Jian Gang sitting in the center wearing a red robe squinted and said: "Haha, let me introduce to you, this is the literary swordsman of the Xuan Chong Sword Sect. He came here not long ago.

Come to our Qingyang Mountain, and I specially invite you to come and meet everyone, to connect and bond."

With a smile on his face, Sikong Hao took a sip of the spirit wine in the jade cup and looked at Mo Wen with interest, as if he was watching a show.

"Friend Wen Jian, please take your seat first." The old man in red robe smiled and extended his hand to invite you, but that seat was at the end of the dozen or so seats.

"Thank you." Mo Wen still imitated the old and hoarse voice, walked to the last seat without any courtesy, and continued.

The old man in red robe continued to smile and said: "Friend Wen Swordsman, I am very grateful for the honor of attending this banquet. I am the chief deacon and elder of the Yanjianmen Gate in Wuling Prefecture. Tian is the chief deacon and elder of the Yichang Presbyterian Association in Qingyang Mountain. I take the liberty to invite you swordsman to come.

Come, I hope my fellow swordsmen will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Wen replied calmly.

At this moment, a disdainful voice came from a seat not far away: "Nowadays, in the spirit sword master world, there are many people who hide their heads and tails. They can pretend to be senior masters by wearing a layer of black skin. Elder Lu, please be careful, don't be fooled.

Some pretentious tricks have fooled me."

The speaker was a spirit sword master who was at the peak of Jian Gang's early stage. Judging from his clothes, he was clearly the elder of the inner sect of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect. Although this man's tone was sharp and harsh, his eyes were shining brightly.

Staring hard at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen didn't seem to hear, he picked up the jade pot on the jade table, poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

Mo Wen's indifferent attitude seemed to irritate the elder of the Lingyu Sword Sect. He stood up angrily and sneered: "I heard that the Chongyuan Domain of the Xuan Chong Sword Sect is very mysterious. I just want to learn about it. I wonder if this friend of the Wen Sword Sect dares to give me some advice.

?”

Mo Wen raised his head and glanced at the inner sect elder of Lingyu Sword Sect who was acting opposite him, and said softly: "Your Excellency is interested in something elegant, I will accompany you."

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the elder of the inner sect of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect, but it was quickly replaced by a sneer: "That couldn't be better."

In the open space in the center of the hall, the elder of the inner sect of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect and Mo Wen stood facing each other.

Lu Yan stood up and said with a smile: "You two swordsmen, please don't do anything. Although the buildings here are tough, they cannot block the sword energy of the Jian Gang realm. I'd better do some protection first."

Lu Yan waved his sleeves and fired a sword energy toward the top of the hall. Then, as if activating some kind of mechanical hub, a blue wave of light fell down and enveloped the open space in the center of the hall, and a pure wood element spiritual energy spread toward the hall.

"This is the Qinggang sword pattern that I got from the Yishi Mountain Guarding Sword Formation. You two can use it to your heart's content." Lu Yan chuckled, squinting his eyes and sitting back in his chair.

Mo Wen stared at the cyan wall of light next to him. The wall of light flashed with ripples, like the blue waves of the forest sea. After just a few breaths, he had already made a decision in his mind: "It turns out... it is the second-order high-grade Taiyi Qinggang Sword Formation.

"

"Friend Wen Swordsman, I have never been in the habit of holding back when I strike, so I ask you to show your true strength." The elder of the inner sect of the Lingyu Sword Sect smiled coldly, and a spiritual light flashed around his waist, and a dark green sword appeared on his waist.

The spiritual sword appeared in his hand.

Mo Wen glanced at the dark green spirit sword in the hand of the old man of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect. For some reason, a faint feeling of horror entered his mind, as if there was something terrible. Under the cloak, Mo Wen frowned.

, this feeling is very strange. Generally speaking, it is impossible for a mere early Jian Gang Spirit Sword Master to make him feel frightened.

"Take my sword first!"

A dark green sword with emerald-like light shrouded Mo Wen's head. As the sword light fell, the feeling of terror in Mo Wen's heart suddenly increased. At that moment, his mind seemed to be completely dominated by the emotion of fear.

However, his tenacious will killed this negative emotion as soon as it emerged, and he dodged to the side with mysterious footwork.

The dark green sword light struck the cyan light wall, causing a violent ripple, but it quickly subsided and seemed unscathed.

"What kind of footwork is this?"

Easily dodging the sword of the elder of the inner sect of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect, many spirit sword masters looked surprised. Only Mad Sword Li Kuang snorted disdainfully.

"Could it be the Xuanling Steps of the Xuanzhong Sword Sect?"

"It's a bit different, it seems like there are water vapor fluctuations."

"But there is no sword energy fluctuation. It's so weird. How did he activate this move?"

Mo Wen performed the Qingyun Step to the extreme at his feet. The speed of this mysterious footwork obtained from the Bingyun Sword was second to none. The real strongest point was the flexibility. The phantoms flashed in a small space and then gradually disappeared.

The uncertain figure made it impossible for the elders of the inner sect of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect, who were at the peak of the sword veins in the early stage, to lock onto it. The sword rays slashed into the air, hitting the wall of light formed by the Qinggang sword pattern, causing waves of ripples.

"Damn soul-absorbing cloak!" This inner sect elder of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect knew why it was difficult to lock Mo Wen's figure. It was largely due to the effect of the soul-absorbing cloak. The long-term failure to attack made the inner sect elder furious.

Ji, roared angrily: "Does the Xuanzhong Sword Sect only know how to run away?"

Mo Wen remained unmoved. His figure was erratic and constantly changing positions. Because of the spirit-absorbing cloak, all the spirit sword masters present were unable to accurately judge his position.

The elder of the inner sect of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect almost vomited blood in frustration. This was the first time he encountered such a slippery opponent. He shouted angrily and suddenly stopped attacking. He stared at Mo Wen's figure who kept changing positions with his cold eyes:

"You forced me! Don't blame me for not holding back!"

"Sword Spirit Transformation!"

Following the inner sect elder's low shout, a dark green demon spirit rose up from his dark green spiritual sword.

"Crying soul beast!" Beside Sikong Hao, the old servant named Jiang Li shrank his pupils.

"Elder Elder Wei actually summoned the sword spirit! Do you want to use that move?" Many spirit sword masters on the seats around showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

The late-Jiangang Spirit Sword Master in the second seat frowned: "Elder Lu, do you want to stop me? What if this person is really a member of the Xuan Chong Sword Sect, wouldn't it be self-defeating?"

Lu Yan smiled faintly: "Elder Gongsun, don't worry. This matter is for the Lingyu Sword Sect Wei Jianyou and Wen Jianyou to confirm the swordsmanship. There are so many people present to testify, but it has nothing to do with us."

"I hope so." Elder Gongsun whispered and said no more.

In the field, the sword spirit summoned by Elder Wei has completely transformed into a monkey-shaped demon spirit that is more than half the height of a man. Its whole body is dark green, and its deep pupils are actually double pupils, just because of the spirit body.

It seems a bit illusory.

Elder Wei suddenly put his hand into the body of the sword spirit. The sword spirit's body trembled. The naked eye could see that a stream of air was drawn out, flowed into the body along Elder Wei's arm and then converged towards his eyes. It took almost several breaths,

Elder Wei's pupils suddenly began to sink deeply, and another dark green pupil appeared and expanded rapidly, almost occupying the entire eyeball!

"God is frightening - a terrifying and magical realm!"

Elder Wei's double pupils seemed to suddenly release two substantial gazes, completely covering the area more than ten feet in front of him!

When Mo Wen saw those double pupils, his heart felt like it was being grabbed by a devil's hand, and his mind seemed to be sinking into some kind of vortex and being pulled directly into it.
Chapter completed!