On the sky screen, a gentleman from the academy who was sitting in the sky stopped the sword light that was passing by. Seeing the sword energy coming from all directions, this gentleman from the farm who had just taken office suddenly felt his scalp numb.
Mutiancheng monks have left their hometown and traveled from north to south for half a year. Most of these people have already found a place to stay and opened up their own new caves. Some of them have been invited by monks from other places to become the worship elders of a certain sect, or they have lived in seclusion in groups.
Practice quietly in the mountains and forests.
No matter how they settle in the Xuyu realm, they have only one purpose, to recharge their batteries and wait for the day when they can return to their hometown.
Now, the monks from Mutiancheng who chose Wuyang Mansion as their base gathered together at a very fast speed and rushed to Luofeng Mountain to support Lin Yanli. It was a pity that the famous major cultivators from Mutiancheng were not there, otherwise they would have been even harder.
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The leader was a young man named Ximen Wuhen, a fifth-level monk. In fact, he was not a local monk in Mutian City. He just fell in love with a local girl and became Mutian City's son-in-law.
This time, it was entirely the intention of Old Sword Immortal Lin to bring his family to Wuyang Mansion. After all, in a foreign country, there must be a powerful swordsman to support the monks in Mutian City.
These foreign sons-in-law, who were not local monks, shouldered this heavy burden.
In addition to these foreign sons-in-law and local young monks, there are also some monks who are good friends with Li Kuai, Bai Qing and others. When they heard that Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu were plotted by Gui Qi, the Supreme Elder of Luofeng Mountain, they all followed suit.
People from all over Wuyang Prefecture came to the border of Luofeng Mountain.
There are many people who have a close relationship with Mutiancheng, and as they come and go, the number of people increases.
Ximen Wuhen led the way, wearing a green shirt and cloth shoes, and a bamboo cane with green awns. His attire was somewhat similar to that of this peasant gentleman. He was high-spirited and stood out.
Farmer gentleman Zhao Huaisheng held an ear of rice in his hand, flicked it like a fly whisk, blocked the fleeing sword light, and said bravely: "Even if we support Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu, we don't need so many monks. Brother Mu Tiancheng
It’s better to keep a low profile these days.”
"Huh?" Ximen Wuhen swung his long sword, and hundreds of spiritual lights behind him stopped. He stretched out his hands and squinted his eyes and said: "You can see clearly, most of the people following me are local monks from Wuyang Mansion.
, I can’t control what they want to do, and besides, I’m not a local monk from Mutian City!”
Zhao Huaisheng's face turned red. He felt that the person in front of him was simply playing hooligan. He said with a little helplessness: "If you want to support me, you can just go to a few monks of the fifth realm. Now is an extraordinary period. The sects on the mountain are very sensitive. If there are too many people, it is easy to get sick."
Right or wrong, be careful about the punishment from Guanhai Academy and the Immortal League."
"Why does this gentleman talk so much? Luofengshan bullies us Mutian City people, but we can't fight him?"
"I really think Xiaozhujiu is easy to bully if he is not a local monk. If time were not pressed, I would have sent a messenger flying sword to Mu Tiancheng."
"On the battlefield, none of us have been taken care of by the Confucian Fairy. If it hadn't been for the Confucian Fairy's help in the Feijian Tower, how many of us would have become dead souls in the mouths of beasts. We don't look at the face of a monk but also look at the face of the Buddha!"
"That's right, Xiao Yanli is the new sword master of my Mutian City people. That means he is half a native of his hometown. Why are we supporting Xiao Yanli?"
"We foreign monks have an incestuous relationship with Mutiancheng. We must pay it back no matter what. Mr. Zhao should not stop us."
Ximen Wuhen smiled and said: "Junzi Zhao, you heard me, this is not something I can control."
Zhao Huaisheng sighed and said somewhat depressedly: "Go ahead and make some noise."
Ximen Wuhen bent down and bowed to this gentleman, "You are so kind. Wuhen bowed to you. Now that this is done, I invite you to drink!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and all the auras in the sky escaped into the realm of Luofeng Mountain and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Huaisheng shook his head, looking at the retreating figures of many monks, and thought to himself: "Thousand Demon Sect, Mutian City, neither one is the master of peace of mind..."
On the top of Mount Rakshasa, Gui Qi and Chen Ke faced off, but neither of them made a move for a while.
Li Zhujiu looked up to the sky as if he had a telepathy, his eyebrows arched, "It's Uncle Ximen!"
Lin Yanli looked up at the sky, and naturally knew that the person Li Zhujiu was talking about was Ximen Wuhen, the son-in-law of Mu Tiancheng, the Sword Immortal. He used to often go to the wine shop on the street to buy wine, and sometimes he would get drunk there.
Lin Yanli asked people on the street to help carry it back.
The old man who was the leader of the twelve ghost slaves saw the two little girls looking up at the sky and thought something bad in his heart, so he quietly used his escape technique to escape into the main hall.
Whether Lin Yanli or Jiang Wanli, as long as they are Li, nothing good will happen to them.
The reason why he became the leader of the Twelve Ghost Slaves was because he was able to adapt to the changing circumstances.
As a monk, you have already died once, so why can't you practice well in the mountains without causing unnecessary karma?
The master is the same. He wants to kill Jiang Wanli just to save face. What a joke. He talks about killing people when he opens his mouth and shuts up. He is as stupid as a pig.
In the simple mansion, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, his expression changed drastically and he said: "No, let's go to Luosha Mountain quickly."
The young man joked and said with a smile: "I had a better choice just now, but now I have to eat this mouthful of hot potato. It will burn my intestines and pierce my heart. It will be uncomfortable!"
The old man stood up, glanced at the young man, and said slightly unhappily: "If you have time to laugh at me, why don't you hurry up and catch the wind? It's quite a distance from here to Mount Luosha."
The young man stood up and followed the old man out of the mansion. At this moment, the pressure coming from the air made their expressions suddenly change.
The two of them looked at the sky together. In the sky that was originally covered by the barrier, a giant sword appeared out of thin air. Thousands of meters of sword energy was scattered on the surface of the sword, and a vast and majestic aura descended from above.
The old man's pupils shrank, and his face showed a look of shock.
The giant sword fell, cutting a crack in the glazed barrier. The barrier had not yet been repaired, but after another blow, an armband fell down, widening the crack and building a simple passage.
At this time, three figures emerged from the passage, and they drew their swords together and handed the swords in their hands to Luosha Mountain.
One of them, wearing a green shirt and cloth shoes, smiled at the old man and the young man and said, "I am Ximen Wuhen, a native monk of Wuyang Mansion, son-in-law of Mutian City, and a five-level sword cultivator who is here to join hands with all the monks to inquire about the Sword Luosha Mountain."
The voice was loud and rippled in the air.
Ximen Wuhen, major repair of the five realms of swordsmanship.
Son-in-law of Mu Tiancheng.
Join hands to ask for swords.
This sentence is like a stone thrown into the calm water, causing ripples.
Although the disciples of Luofeng Mountain did not know who Ximen Wuhen was, they could clearly hear the words "Five Realm Overhaul" and "Mutian City".
"A big cultivator is asking the sword ghost elder to hurry up and go to the top of the mountain to watch the show!"
"Haha, this damned old ghost has finally been taken care of by a major repairman!"
"Sisters and sisters, come with me to see how the old ghost died!"
The people in Luofeng Mountain were furious and rushed to tell each other, fearing that the disciples within the sect would not know about this.
Ximen Wuhen heard the sound coming from the mountains and said with a smile: "You disciples in Luofeng Mountain don't seem to want to see this ghost elder!"