Mu Hanfeng and the others untied their swords and left. There was a moment of silence in front of the mountain.
"Seeing that noon is approaching, it's time for us to go up the mountain! I'll understand the mystery of the sword-solving stone later!"
After a moment of silence, Zhao Changlin flicked his sleeves and said loudly:
"What do you think?"
"Exactly this!"
Mr. Lan Da withdrew his eyes and responded.
Although the two of them wanted to see the reaction of the visitors from Wanjian Villa, they were probably attracted by the stone tablet.
Mu Hanfeng could tell there was something mysterious in it, and they could naturally see it too.
"That's how it should be."
Jin Tonghua from Dalongmen and Yuan Baifei from Zhengang Dao looked at each other and nodded.
Zhao Changlin threw it casually, and the stream of light penetrated the mountain wall until it reached the handle.
Jin Tonghua and Yuan Baifei each threw their weapons and sank into the cliff opposite.
Only Lan Da took out the weapon and handed it to the disciple of the Chivalrous Sect who was not far away to greet the guests:
"May I ask, little brother, what did Taoist Priest Wang Quan say when he erected this stone tablet?"
Several other people also looked at the disciple.
The disciple of the Chivalrous Sect was stunned for a moment, then calmed down his expression, adjusted his posture, imitated the tone of the person in his memory, and said calmly:
"If I were to raise swords and soldiers on this mountain, I'm afraid the world would be filled with Shura fields."
Lan Da and others were surprised, and immediately felt admiration.
The meaning of this Wang Quan Taoist's words is very obvious. Once Jie Jian goes up the mountain, no one will be harmed.
Absolute self-confidence appears in the ordinary.
Of course, this is only limited to Jie Jian going up the mountain.
However, with this sword-breaking stone, the only ones who can hold the sword up the mountain are those with strong divine veins.
The divine veins have been integrated into the body, making it impossible to undo the sword.
Because the divine vein weapons are separated from the body, they have another name.
The troops are dissolved.
As several people went up the mountain one after another, many other martial arts people were speechless.
Such masters have to untie their swords and go up the mountain. What else can they say?
Immediately, these martial arts people took off their weapons one after another.
The few disciples who were welcoming the guests also stepped back, allowing many martial arts people to go up the mountain.
The steps of Wangquan Mountain are thick and flat, as if they are made of large rocks.
Mu Hanfeng walked forward.
Mu Fengliu behind him couldn't help but said: "Uncle Qi, why did you untie the sword like this? If word spread, wouldn't it make people think that we are afraid of Taoist Wang Quan?"
Mu Hanfeng kept walking and said in a neutral tone:
"If you have a sword in your heart, what does it matter if you have a sword in your hand or not?"
Mu Fengliu was speechless:
"Uncle Qi, can't you talk properly? Are you going to have a fight with your nephew?"
The corners of Mu Hanfeng's mouth twitched and he said:
"You are right, I am indeed afraid."
"ah?"
Mu Fengliu was stunned.
Although he is said to be his seventh uncle, Mu Hanfeng is actually only ten years older than him, but his Qi has already been condensed, making him an absolute master and genius in the world.
Moreover, he is unruly and dissatisfied with the older generation.
Is it so timid this time?
If it's just a person, that's it. It's just a stone tablet.
Instead, Mu Qingliu interjected thoughtfully:
"Uncle Qi, do you think that stone tablet has another mystery?"
"good!"
Mu Hanfeng glanced at Mu Qingliu approvingly:
"If what I have predicted is correct, there is a divine will from the King Quan Taoist left in the stone tablet. If you insist on holding the sword, I am afraid that that divine will will be stimulated."
"Just for such a trivial matter, leaving behind a trace of divine will?"
Mu Fengliu was a little surprised and confused.
What difference does it make if you go up the mountain with or without weapons?
If you don't intend to be an enemy, you won't be an enemy even if you carry a weapon. If you are intentional about being an enemy, even a sword-breaking stone cannot stop all enemies.
"Just like my Wanjian Villa, non-swordsmen are not allowed to enter."
Mu Hanfeng's eyes were faint:
"This one is here to set the rules."
"Establish rules..."
Mu Fengliu closed her mouth.
King Quan Mountain is not high, only a few dozen feet. With the distance of a few people, it will naturally take less than a moment to reach the top of the mountain.
.,......
The three-day sun hangs high in the sky, waving golden light, reflecting on the continuous snowfield.
"Dafeng, it's been a long time. I miss you so much. It's been twenty years since I last came here! Wang Quan Dao, Wang Quan Taoist, in just two years, he has gone from a dying old man to the best in the world, even under the red sun. They were all killed by him..."
Sheep and snake walked on the official road covered with snow.
He is tall and burly, but he wears a long robe like that of a cashier, which makes people worry that his clothes are bursting.
There was a dense mist exuding around him, and it could be seen that his facial features were constantly changing.
Men, women, old and young, handsome and ugly can be freely transformed.
"That old man Hongri has been relying on his old age for so many years, and his death is just right. Unfortunately, his beautiful disciple, named Bai Xian'er, seems to have not been seen for a long time..."
Sheep Snake said to himself, but his steps were extremely fast, and he had already passed through the long official road with several ups and downs.
Seeing the King Quan Mountain standing at the end of the official road:
"I wonder if this royal Taoist can take on the role of sect leader...
Invitation! "
As the wind and snow roared, faint words drifted in the wind and snow.
.......
The top of King Quan Mountain is flat, as if it had been sliced by a sword.
A brand new Taoist temple stands at the end of the white jade-like platform. The Taoist temple occupies a small area, only about a few miles.
The top of the mountain is very quiet, but it is not without people. There are many people.
Mu Hanfeng raised his eyes and looked up.
There were about two thousand people on the huge platform, sitting on the left and right sides, leaving a wide gap in the middle.
Following this gap, you can see.
At the end of the road, in front of the Taoist temple, sat a Taoist in white.
Sitting next to him were Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang Yunhaitian, the chivalrous sect, Sanyin from Huangjue Temple, and the great monk Sanmu.
Behind the Taoist, there is a door with two colors, a strange shape like black and white surrounded by two swimming fish.
The figure is unprecedented, with black in white, white in black, intertwining and swirling. At a glance, there is an indescribable Tao Yun.
The Taoist was sitting in front of the strange figure, his face was calm, but his breath was heavy and deep, like mountains, the deep sea, and the stars hanging high in the sky.
One glance at it makes people feel at ease, and they can't help but fall into silence.
He could feel that the top of this huge mountain was enveloped by an invisible aura.
The reason why the square where thousands of people gathered was silent was because of this man.
"Such a powerful divine will!"
Mu Hanfeng felt a sense of awe in his heart.
Beside him, Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu were unable to stand in this invisible aura.
"I came to Wanjian Villa uninvited to congratulate the Taoist priest on establishing the sect!"
Mu Hanfeng took a deep breath and said loudly.
His voice was so high-pitched that it filled the area for dozens of miles, breaking the silence at the top of the mountain.
Swish swish swish~
On the top of the mountain, thousands of warriors looked back at the three people, as well as Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others who had just climbed up behind them.
"Jishen Sect, congratulations to the Taoist Priest for establishing the sect..."
"Dalongmen..."
"Moon Worship Villa......"
"True Gang Dao......"
Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others were also impressed, and then they all raised their hands and spoke loudly.
The sound of the true energy surging, and the sound of Mu Hanfeng's unbroken sound, echoed through the clouds and the top of the mountain.
"The visitor is a guest."
An Qisheng slowly raised his hand and pressed it slightly, and the sound waves echoing in the sky seemed to disappear:
"Please sit down!"
An Qisheng's voice was neither high-pitched nor loud, just calm, but it suppressed the voices of the five people who were invigorating their inner energy.
The whole square instantly calmed down without any ripples.
The five people looked at each other, presented their gifts, and took their seats.
"The Taoist priest's martial arts are becoming more and more superb."
Wang Jianglong couldn't help but admired.
Sound waves were invisible and easy to suppress, but extremely difficult to eliminate. However, as soon as An Qisheng opened his mouth, the uninhabited voice disappeared. This was the first time he had seen such a skill.
"It's just a few tricks. If Brother Wang is interested, I can teach you later."
An Qisheng looked down at the entire square, his eyes deep and calm.
Wang Jianglong smiled and nodded: "To be honest with Taoist Master, Wang is very interested."
Any martial arts is extremely precious, let alone An Qisheng's 'little skills'?
Other great masters of Shenmai may feel uncomfortable asking others for advice, but he naturally does not have such thoughts.
Coming from a beggar gang, what has he not experienced?
His Dragon Subduing Palm was based on the convergence of many martial arts among the Beggar Clan.
Yun Haitian glanced at the high sun in the sky, slightly cupped his hands and said:
"Brother, everything that should come has come, it's time to start."
"not busy."
An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, his eyes leisurely falling down the mountain:
"There is still one who has not come..."
"Um?"
Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong were slightly thoughtful and both looked down the mountain.
Boom!
Just listen to the sound waves roaring from the bottom of the mountain, and it seems like thunder is rolling down from the bottom of the mountain.
Before the sound could be heard, the hurricane roared in, blowing all over the large square, and the clothes of more than a thousand people were hunted by it.
"who?"
Everyone was shocked.
Looking back, I saw at the end of the mountain road steps, at the edge of the mountain top, in the falling air current, a tall man in a long gown standing tall, his ever-changing facial features turned into a rough and hard face as the air flow fell. .
And there are curly beard roots growing out.
"The facial features are uncertain, the ever-changing demon king, the sheep and snake!"
"The leader of the Hell Demon Sect, the master of divine veins, Sheep Snake?!"
"People from the Six Hell Demon Sect are also here?"
There were bursts of exclamations in the square, and many people recognized the identity of Sheep Snake.
Some people subconsciously wanted to pull out their swords, but after they failed, they secretly cried out, "Oh no!" Many of them had arrived in Nanliang County early and were aware of the existence of the Jie Jie Stone, so they did not bring any weapons with them.
"Master Wang Quan?"
Sheep Snake stood coldly, lowered his arm, and a seven-foot-long ferocious scimitar appeared in his palm:
"I heard that you have a sword-breaking stone erected at the foot of the mountain. It seems to have no meaning..."
His voice was neither high nor low, but the sarcasm in it was clear.
In front of the mountain gate, countless people secretly changed their faces.
"Let you go up the mountain with a knife..."
An Qisheng rested his hands on the Grand Master's chair, his expression calm with a hint of coldness:
"I'm afraid you won't be convinced enough to die!"
