Lijing Town.
Lijing Town is now the largest town by the lake, and it is better than the Milin Town in the center of Milin County, this place is riddled with holes, and the Li family does not mention the county system of Dense Forest, and divides this place into towns to be governed, and the more scattered the population, the worse it is compared to Lijing Town.
There was a lot of people around the restaurant, people came and went on the light red wooden steps, and a monk was sitting on the highest floor, with shaved hair and staring at the wine glass quietly.
Several guests looked sideways frequently at the moment, frightened in their hearts, and after a quarter of an hour, the banquet ended scattered and dispersed in a hurry.
The white-clad monk gradually appeared in the crowd, Li Chenghuai brought people over, went to the bottom of the restaurant, without hesitation, and walked up quickly.
The Li family has now moved a lot, many vacancies, and his cultivation and age are gradually enough, so he acts under his clan brother Li Chengliao.
But he just entered the building, and was quickly stopped by a middle-aged man in white, his face was a bit handsome, and he showed the calmness of a middle-aged man, with a very strong momentum, a solemn expression, and said softly:
"The young master is a descendant of Qingdu blood, so it is not appropriate to come in person, I will meet him when I go up."
This person was An Siwei, Chen Yuan behind him was dressed in black, the eyebrow distance was slightly shorter, and there was a faint look of unease and suspicion in his eyes.
After stepping on the vermilion steps, the monk was sitting at the table, full of good wine and meat, all seemed to have been taken from the neighboring table that had left in a hurry, a little embarrassed.
He didn't move his mouth, just picked it up with his chopsticks, staring blankly.
Seeing the two of them coming up, An Siwei clasped his hands and said softly:
"I've seen the master! Under Li's peace... I don't know the master..."
The monk's two eyebrows were slightly shorter, although his face was bright and his hair was cleanly shaved, but he could still faintly see his resolute temperament, he gently tapped the two pairs of jade chopsticks and spoke:
"Li is in danger... so capable..."
His voice was hoarse, but there was a kind of implicit coldness, An Siwei listened to his brainless answer, became suspicious, and said in a deep voice:
"But I am foolish and unable to hear Zen words clearly, what does the master mean..."
The monk poured wine, his voice was low, and he replied:
"I once said that it was Li Tongya and Li Xuanxuan's wolf ambitions, I never believed it, but after reading the results, it may not be unbelievable."
The wine made a crisp sound in the jade cup, An Siwei could hear that he was disrespectful, and he was very upset, so he only replied:
"It seems that the master has heard something... But after all, the situation is changing, and destiny is destined, and it is not something that can be achieved by a single sentence of judgment."
The monk listened to the word destiny, smiled, and asked:
"Who are You An Jingming?"
An Siwei's face darkened when he heard this, paused, and finally replied:
"It's my brother."
As soon as he finished answering this sentence, all three of them felt the cold wind blowing in their faces, rustling, and the young man in white appeared in the building, raising his sword eyebrows slightly, and said softly:
"Under Li Xijun, I have seen the mage."
Although the Li family is not a Buddhist path, the opponent's strength can still be estimated, Li Xijun only felt that this person was dignified and quite threatening, and he was a little wary in his heart.
The monk sat still and replied hoarsely:
"Wumu Temple is vain, and I have seen Taoist friends."
"It's him..."
Li Xijun only felt familiar, he had arrested two people a few days ago, and the old Dao Fuyuan of Xiaomuro Mountain was affected by the Five Eyes Pity, and was deliberately sent by the mage to investigate the news.
He mentioned the name of this mage, it was Xu Mu, Li Xijun only said slightly coldly:
"The mage is really a good method, he can actually peek under the guise of a monk..."
Xu Mu waved his hand disapprovingly and replied softly:
"It's just a little trick."
He stared at Li Xijun's eyebrows and eyes for a while, as if remembering something, and said:
"I have something stored in the nobility, and I want to meet Li Xuanxuan... I wonder if he is still alive?"
Li Xijun was silent for a moment, waved his hand to An Siwei, he quickly went to Qingdu, Master Xu Mu pointed to the opposite seat, and said with a smile:
"Xijun and sit down first."
Xu Mu then said:
"I have also heard of Li Tongya's name in the north, and he has done great things... It's a pity that he also died later, and his grievances and grievances ended up in vain, didn't he?"
Li Xijun was wary of what means he had in his words, and did not answer easily, and took out a bronze sword from his sleeve, the cold light made his face shine, and he said softly:
"I also fought with him when I was young, and he had a common name at that time."
He turned his sword over and said softly:
"Yu Mujian."
Chen Yuan stood aside, only to feel that his hair stood on end, as if he was on a blade, in a dilemma.
Li Xijun's face was calm, he pressed one hand on the sword, and said softly:
"So it's a senior."
The vanity did not respond, and the atmosphere became gloomy again.
"Crunch."
But seeing the old man hurriedly coming up, Li Xuanxuan was holding the magic weapon axe that had not been used once in decades, his clothes were a little messy, and he only stared at the two of them.
"Clang!"
Li Xijun had already drawn his sword, pointing at the ground diagonally, protecting the old man behind him, and his other hand had crushed a piece of jade, staring at the monk in front of him tightly.
Xu Mu sighed and replied:
"Long time no see... Xuan Xuan Daoist friend."
"Your Excellency is..."
Li Xuanxuan was stunned when he heard this, staring at his eyebrows and eyes and taking a closer look twice, but these eyebrows and eyes were a little familiar, and he searched carefully in his memory twice, and finally overlapped with a monk.
He was shocked, his lips trembling slightly:
"You... You are back!"
"Those who advance sharply, their retreat speed, before the green blade comes out of its sheath, it is hidden."
Xu Mu sat quietly, staring at the bronze sword, the cold and bright cold light shone on his white and clean face, and his voice was hoarse:
"When I was young, I used everything lightly, left the clan in anger, went to the northern border, killed demon cultivators, forged swordsmanship, walked thousands of miles, and crossed the Taihang Mountains."
"A love is placed on the sword, everything is empty, so looking back on a hundred years, the eldest brother tried his best and was exterminated, the second brother was exposed and self-immolated in order to curb the enemy, and the younger brother sought immortality to survive and was killed by the enemy..."
At this moment, Xu Mu Ding slowly started to grow, and his figure gradually became much more burly, and he seemed to have returned to the demeanor of Yu Mu Jian back then, but he still had only a sword in his hand in his eyes.
"What Senior Tongya said, Xu Mu has been thinking about it for so many years, and now he thinks he can do it, so he comes back to get the sword."
"Click."
The gloomy white qi gushed out of his five orifices, washed through the restaurant, the wooden steps pulled out branches and buds, and quickly decayed.
The white air of impact came to his face, Li Xijun drew his sword and swung it away, lifted the two of them, and sent them outside the restaurant.
While Yu Mujian breathed, the white qi had already gushed out, and the white qi in the five orifices gradually stopped, but the white qi was still gushing out from under his robe, he said coldly:
"I don't know how much Xijun got Li Tongya's true inheritance."
Li Xijun put his sword back in its sheath, pinched it with one hand, fixed the gushing white air, and said calmly:
"There are many mortals here, Master, please go to the lake with me."
Yu Mujian squinted his eyes slightly, drew his sword and stepped, and in an instant he appeared on the lake, Li Xijun took another step, and his figure also appeared, and ice and snow fell from the sky.
Yu Mujian turned the bronze sword upside down and placed it on his waist, his bronze sword was round and rough, without blades, shining with a dark yellow brilliance, and the white qi swarmed towards the sword, converging into a white expanse, rolling like flowing water, he said:
"This sword is called [Copper Collection], taken from the copper of Yan Mountain, and made from the water of the Beihai Yangming Mountain and the fire of Cituo Mountain in Yinghua County..."
Li Xijun lowered his eyebrows and looked at him carefully, his heart slightly heavy:
"This sword is peculiar... I don't know if it can be defeated, Qingdu Mountain is a foundation formation, how did he start going crazy, at least the juniors are fine."
He pressed his sword and replied:
"The name of the sword is [Han Yan]."
Yu Mujian only drew his sword suddenly, and suddenly saw white vapor like a sea and waves, spreading from the lake like a white curtain, the cold light was like a blade, snorting, and it was powerful.
This white blade flew over the lake, seemingly slow and fast, and exploded so much that the lake water surged and suffocated people's hearts.
With both of his fingers together, dozens of white vapors gushed out, and the sunflower light fluctuated, turning into a cold snow and wind as thin as pine needles, gathering together and rushing towards the white air.
As soon as Li Xijun finished casting the spell, he immediately drew his sword and stood up, the slender sword body danced with a fierce snow-white light, and the vision around him was washed away, but now the snow is slowly floating again.
Yue Kai's sword arc brightened for a moment, breaking a path in this turbulent white air like a sea and waves, Yu Mu Jian could see clearly, his eyes showed excitement, he took a step forward, and swung his sword again.
At this moment, the top of his head suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light flowed down, Yu Mujian's heart jumped slightly, this bright color emerged, and the white stone bricks condensed one after another, clinging to the chimera, transforming into a huge pass city gate.
"Where did the thief come from! What a guts!"
The city gate was towering, with many lines depicted on the two white door legs, the witchcraft spell was mysterious, the eaves were pecked high, and a young man in a Taoist robe stood on it, cursing in surprise and anger.
He had to raise his head and draw his sword, and the bright light in the city gate was shining, hazy, as if he was facing a scorching sun, pulling away the white gas in the air, making his face hurt.
Li Ximing was really shocked and angry, he had been practicing in seclusion for many years, and he knew that it was not easy for his family to be recruited by Qingchi, so he paid attention to it from time to time, and Li Xijun had already prepared a means to call him.
Now for the first time, he was awakened by Li Xijun's methods, and hurriedly came out, and at a glance he saw the white mist on the lake surging, Shi Xiu drew his sword and killed his younger brother, angrily, and was full of murderous intent.
He only activated the cultivation that was rolling in the sea of qi, and he urged it regardless of the loss, every white brick and stone in the 'Huangyuan Pass' emitted light, and the white in the pass was even more scorching and dazzling, shining brightly, Yu Mu Jian was suddenly attacked, and he was not in a hurry, he only reached out to grab it.
At that moment, he pulled a long cloth from his sleeve, and when he shook in the air, a golden spell fell out, all like tadpoles, wandering faintly in the air, combined into a golden cover to protect him.
Most of Shi Xiu's methods were difficult to judge, and Li Ximing couldn't tell whether his method was a magic weapon or a spell for a while, so he only moved his mind and put Huang Yuan Guan down.
"Boom!"
This bright white pass fell with a bang, Yu Mujian dodged for two while, it was difficult to escape, Huangyuan Pass pressed directly on the golden cover, the bright light flowed, the suppressive power worked, the golden light collided, and the white gas was emitted.
Li Xijun's head had already broken out of the white air, picking up a piece of snow-white, fierce and fierce, and the long sword in his hand picked it back, throwing out three smart and cunning white lights, and disappeared into the white air.
Yu Mujian only resisted Li Ximing's Mingguan, paused slightly, and the spell on his body made a sonorous sound, before he freed up his hand to resist the wear.
His sleeves swept away the white qi in front of him, grabbed it with two fingers, and abruptly restrained a streamer, this white sword light kept struggling in his hand, making a piercing friction sound.
Before he could react, he pulled his other hand again and pulled away a streamer, which gave him the opportunity to pull out the bronze sword at his waist, and the white gas gushed out, rushing away the two streamers.
Taking back the original hand, there was already a small hole on the back of the hand, Yu Mujian didn't take it seriously, and stopped his hand and wiped it lightly, blocking the blood hole.
"Okay!"
He was not angry but happy, seeing this set of sword moves, his eyes burst out with surprise and joy, his face was full of joy, and he sighed:
"Good sword move! Good method! What a whim! Not confined to form, as if coming from outside the sky... You don't get the true intention, if the founder comes to the sword, the three streamers are afraid that I will be messed with!"
He was full of joy, but after such a toss, the golden light on his body had already flickered and dimmed, and the 'Huangyuan Pass' was in charge of suppression and polishing, and it could turn gold into sand in one breath, and its power should not be underestimated.
Although Li Ximing did not have any outstanding techniques and fighting experience, but now this technique is a real fifth-grade technique, and the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building initiates to make a ruthless attack, just talking about the immortal foundation suppressing this hand, but it is no different from the outstanding lineage of the three sects, even Yu Mujian had to temporarily put away his floating thoughts, showing a look of surprise.
His own family knows his own affairs, his golden grammar cover is not an ordinary spell, it is one of the top spells of the Five Eyes Temple, after decades of cultivation, ordinary foundation building is difficult to shake, but after a few breaths, it is a little unbearable.
He only freed his hand, a white light appeared, one hand supported Mingguan, and with the other hand, he pulled out a golden spell, pinched the spell and cast the spell, and said:
"Empty prison case, do your best......
After this man spat out this spell, the hand holding the clear pass struggled and shook the pass symbolically, and his body took a slight step, and he actually escaped from the bottom like this, revealing his figure ten steps away.
The golden light shield on his body quickly brightened up, slowly returning to its original color, but snow fell behind him one after another, and the white snowflakes moved an inch in unison, picking out a fierce snow-white color, and the snow-white and translucent sword light flew up, piercing his heart one after another.