That was the new sword master selected by Lin Qingxuan himself.
Mutian City was about to lose its hold. They left their hometowns and came to Rouge Country. They craned their necks all day long, hoping that Lin Yanli would become a major repairer and take them back to their hometown.
Now that Lin Yanli had been wronged and angry that she no longer wanted to be the sword master, how could they sit still?
"Luofengshan is not a human being, right? Believe it or not, I lie in front of your mountain gate every day!"
"I will send the messenger flying sword to the other people in Mutian City right now, so that they can have a good look at Luofengshan's face."
"Oh, little Yanli, please don't be angry. The Tai'a sword is fastened around your waist. My sister will send flying swords to uncles and aunts in other provinces, so that they can vent their bad anger on you."
"We don't have many friends in Mu Tiancheng, but it's more than enough to defeat one in Luofengshan."
The sky was in chaos, and the words of the Mutiancheng monks were each more scary than the last. Some people had even begun to write a summons Feijian, and really planned to call the Mutiancheng people from other regions to vent their anger on Lin Yanli.
Gentleman Zhao Huaisheng saw that the situation was getting out of control and turned his attention to Ximen Wuhen.
Ximen Wuhen hugged his daughter-in-law Zhou Xi and used the true energy in his body to help Zhou Xi heal his injuries. He noticed Zhao Huaisheng's gaze and immediately said: "This matter has nothing to do with me. I am just a son-in-law. I have no control over this matter!"
Zhou Xi, who was in his arms, still looked pale. She pushed her husband's chest gently and protested tiredly to the old man and young man in the sky: "Luofengshan made a mistake first. Don't let Xiao Yanli take over the mountain today."
If we move away, I will sleep on Luosha Mountain."
Ximen Wuhen nodded decisively and said, "I listen to my wife!"
Qu Wenru pinched his eyebrows and cast his eyes on Lin Yanli, the culprit. He sighed helplessly: "This mountain is one of the main peaks of Luofeng Mountain. I want to order something else..."
Li Zhujiu stared at Lin Yanli blankly, his eyes rolling, and quietly said to Lin Yanli in his heartbeat: "Move over the mountain and give me half of the good things inside."
"Okay!" Lin Yanli glanced at Li Zhujiu and blinked.
Li Zhujiu looked up at Ximen Wuhen and said dullly: "This mountain is beautiful. I want to move to Thousand Demons Sect. Then I can build a hut on the mountain with my father."
After saying that, she pulled out a spiritual sword from her heart orifice, threw it on the clouds, and rolled around.
"It's okay if you don't practice this sword!"
"Today, I'm going to move mountains!" Lin Yanli followed suit and threw the Tai'a sword into the clouds, getting angry.
At this moment, the people of Mutian City all over the sky exploded. Regardless of the expressions of the old man and the young man, they forcibly cut off the spiritual connection between Luosha Mountain and Luofeng Mountain, and they all made secrets and moved the mountains together.
Guiqi looked at the ugly expressions of the old man and the young man. He was happy about the misfortune. He liked to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight. Now the little tiger has hurt someone!
The old man and the young man were about to take action to stop them, but Xiao Liujun straightened up and used his magical power to transform into steel bones, and each of them received a punch.
Seeing that the war started again, Qu Wenru took out a bronze mirror and used golden light to separate Xiao Liujun from the old man and the young man. He said with a cold face: "Luofengshan made a mistake first, is it possible that you want to make the same mistake again and again?
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The old man's face twitched, and he looked at the huge mountain that was gradually being uprooted by the monks from Mutian City. His eyes flashed with pain, "Master Jijiu, no, this mountain cannot be moved!"
A tall man from Mutian City spat at the old man and cursed: "It's not easy for anyone to come today. If you can, just interrupt us, otherwise we will wait for the great swordsman from our hometown to come and ask."
sword."
This sentence completely sealed Qu Wenru's retreat.
The meaning of the monk Mutiancheng is very clear. Today, they must move to the Rakshasa Mountain to the Thousand Demons Sect.
Qu Wenru sighed
What literati fear most is meeting such gangsters, and they are gangsters from Mutian City.
Even if you fight, you can't win, and you can't even listen to what you say.
Zhao Huaisheng bowed to Qu Wenru and asked tentatively: "How about this mountain is left to Lin Yanli?"
Qu Wenru remained silent and couldn't make up his mind for a moment.
Zhao Huaisheng took the opportunity to knock and rushed down to the old man from Fengshan Mountain and said: "She has a special status. This mountain can also silence the Thousand Demons Sect. When this matter is over, I will go to the South China Sea and find a mountain for you to move to."
The old man smiled bitterly, this is not a problem of a big mountain, this is a problem of Luofeng Mountain's face.
Today, in full view of the public, the monks from Mutiancheng moved Luosha Mountain from Luofeng Mountain to Thousand Demons Sect. Where should I put Luofeng Mountain’s face!
Zhao Huaisheng continued: "Sending this mountain to the Thousand Demons Sect is like that man named Jiang coming to your place to cause trouble. When the time comes, he will move more than just this mountain."
The old man's expression had softened a lot. He recalled the Shanshui Di newspaper he had read earlier. The Shan Shui Di newspaper had previously speculated that Lin Yanli might be Lin Xifeng's daughter. Now that he looked at it, it was almost the same.
He remembered that Zhao Huaisheng and Lin Xifeng were classmates and friends.
The young man's throat rolled, and he said bravely: "Otherwise, we'd better let them move away. If that crazy woman comes, I'm afraid the mountain gate will be punched through."
Jiang Wanli had asked Luofengshan about swords before. Although it was for the purpose of asking for swords, it was actually because he wanted to enter the library of Luofengshan. At that time, a group of major repairmen in Luofengshan could not lift their heads.
At that time, the young man had not yet reached the fifth level, and was knocked several miles away by Jiang Wanli with a casual move. The old man was beaten until his nose was dented, and Jiang Wanli sat under his buttocks as a "stool" for reading.
More than a hundred years later, that memory still lingers in the old man's mind, almost becoming a nightmare.
The old man's breath became weak, and he waved his hand and said: "Just move away. Don't come to Luofengshan again in the future. I can't afford the trouble."
When Lin Yanli heard this, he immediately climbed up from the cloud, tied the sword to his waist again, smiled and bowed his hand to the old man: "Thank you very much, old man!"
The Luofeng Mountain incident is finally over. Apart from losing a little time, we have gained a full mountain of charm and a huge mountain peak.
When leaving Luofeng Mountain, Lin Yanli specially thanked Xiao Liujun and Jingzhu, welcomed them to practice in the Thousand Demons Sect, and also presented two altars of Drunken Painting Immortal in storage bags.
Xiao Shiliujun and Jingzhu were customers of the wine shop before, and they were not polite to Lin Yanli. They took the drinks and ran away to catch up with the monks in Mutian City, and they worked together to move the mountain.
Ximen Wuhen did not ask for a drink. He received a token from the Thousand Demons Sect and said with a hearty smile: "In this mountain, I will definitely help you move to the Thousand Demons Sect safely, and by the way, I will discuss it with the two seniors Liu Ying and Liuli.
I want to learn about swordsmanship, I just hope they can use their swords more lightly, I can't do it with my body."
Lin Yanli rubbed her face and said with a smile: "I will give them a messenger flying sword right now and ask them to entertain you well."
Ximen Wuhen smiled and said: "This feeling is good."
Hospitality is hospitality, and as for what kind of hospitality it is, it all depends on the strength of Liuying and Liuli's swords.
Zhou Ye took Li Zhujiu's hand, as if to explain something. After the two talked for a while, they reluctantly separated and shook their little hands to say goodbye.