Of course, the word "head" here refers to Lin Jinghong, the head of the Shushan Sword Sect, who is also Xiao Longhu's biological father.
In fact, Meng Fan really wants to ask a question, that is, the leader's surname is Lin, why is Xiao Longhu's surname Xiao?
But it’s really hard to find anyone to ask this question.
Then he suddenly thought that the illegitimate daughter of the boss, Ye Qinxin, was not named Lin either.
Well, I am also free, so I am thinking about these meaningless questions...
Meng Fan sat cross-legged in the room of Lingyun Sword Sect's Law Enforcement Hall and began to practice. It was really a different feeling in this illusion.
Needless to say, Meng Fan has never been to any other sword sect except Shushan Sword Sect.
Late at night, the bright moon is in the sky.
Meng Fan, who was practicing, suddenly sensed an extremely weak sword intent.
This sword intention is vague and weak, and it is so weak that normal people cannot sense it at all.
Even Meng Fan sensed this extremely weak sword intention only after his sword channeling talent was activated in his body.
"Huh?" Meng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing, immediately opened his eyes.
It is extremely rare to be able to activate the [Sword Path Telepathy] and have the Ken Dao Telepathy react. At least Meng Fan has never seen it before.
"Go and have a look!" Meng Fan couldn't help his curiosity and climbed up from the bed.
Being able to make the swordsman react to the spirit is highly likely to be an extremely rare treasure.
Although this is the Lingyun Sword Sect and not the Shushan Sword Sect's own territory, no one else but myself can sense this aura.
In this case, it would be a waste of resources not to investigate.
Meng Fan walked out of the room and walked in the direction of the sword intent he sensed.
A moment later, Meng Fan arrived at the back mountain of Lingyun Sword Sect.
Lingyun Sword Sect is actually not big, mainly because Lingyun Mountain is not big, and there is no way to compare it with Shushan Mountain.
Meng Fan cautiously explored the back mountain of Lingyun Sword Sect. After all, if you are unfamiliar with the place, the probability of encountering danger is actually not low.
However, in his arms was a small wooden sword given to him by his poor ancestor. Although Meng Fan didn't know what the small wooden sword did, but even if he didn't know, he believed that with this small wooden sword protecting him, he shouldn't encounter anything. Life is in danger.
"After all, this is someone else's territory. Isn't it a bit rude for me to be sneaky like this?" Meng Fan murmured to himself.
"That's all. If it is really an important treasure and belongs to the Lingyun Sword Sect, then leave it to Senior Brother Xiao to look after and handle it."
At this time, even though Meng Fan has come, he is definitely not willing to let Meng Fan retreat.
If there is really any treasure, it is a big deal and it will be returned to Lingyun Sword Sect. This will actually help Lingyun Sword Sect.
After a while.
Meng Fan stopped outside a desolate area in the back mountain.
"Master, this looks like a mass grave." Xiao Qing poked her head out of Meng Fan's pocket and said.
Meng Fan immediately rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense. This is Lingyun Mountain where Lingyun Sword Sect is located. How could there be a place like a mass grave?"
What is an old mass grave?
To put it bluntly, it is a place where corpses are dumped. If too many corpses are thrown, it becomes a mass grave.
There is absolutely no place like this within the area of Lingyun Sword Sect!
"Donor Meng, be careful, something is really wrong here."
The old monk's voice suddenly sounded in Meng Fan's mind, reminding Meng Fan.
Meng Fan's expression condensed slightly. Since the old monk said so, it proved that it was indeed not simple here.
Meng Fan suddenly became more cautious when he learned that he had come to this place based on the guidance of a swordsman.
He may not trust Xiao Qing or the old monk, but the swordsmanship and spiritual mastery are the most trustworthy.
If it were not for the swordsmanship, he would not be where he is today, and he would not have the achievements he has today.
No, it should be said that if he didn't have the power of swordsmanship, he would have died long ago.
Died in the sword pavilion!
When Meng Fan first traveled to this world, he was assigned to Jiange due to the assessment of the crane.
Under normal circumstances, with his physique, he would not be able to survive three months in Jiange, and he would definitely die within three months.
Fortunately, because of the existence of the swordsman, he was able to avert danger and directly turned the sword pavilion into his treasure.
However, although Deacon Wang had bad intentions and half good intentions, his bad intentions were still bad intentions after all.
Meng Fan suddenly thought of this and felt that it was time to settle the score with Deacon Wang.
Just when he was thinking wildly, in the area ahead that was somewhat similar to the mass graves, the originally weak sword energy suddenly seemed to jump a little like a candlelight blown by the wind, and it became obviously dazzling.
"It's indeed there in front." Meng Fan muttered.
Despite the warnings from Xiao Qing and the old monk, and knowing that there might be risks ahead, Meng Fan was brave enough to move forward and step into the area that was suspected of being a mass grave.
He moved his immortal golden body and walked straight in.
The immortal golden body was given to him by Wu Yingying when he left Ghost Eye Forest before. And Wu Yingying personally took action to smelt his Azure Dragon Holy Body into an immortal golden body.
Although he only had the first level of the Immortal Golden Body, Meng Fan's body still reached a strength that other monks could not match.
With Meng Fan's physical strength, even if he stood motionless, without even needing to use the true energy in his body, he could withstand a blow from a monk in the realm of pill condensation with just the strength of his physical body.
You know, a single blow from the Ningdan cultivator can blow away even a small mountain.
Such a comparison clearly shows how strong Meng Fan's body is.
His half-way physical training is not much weaker than those orthodox physical training.
After a while, Meng Fan came to the core area of what was suspected to be a mass grave.
It should be said that this place just looks like a mass grave, but in fact there is not a single corpse, but the desolate and dead atmosphere is somewhat similar.
"If you really come in, it doesn't seem to be anything special."
Meng Fan stood in the core area here, with a trace of doubt on his face.
He thought that when he stepped here, he would encounter some kind of attack, at least some mental attack.
But in fact, there was nothing, not even the expected restrictions.
It seems that this is an extremely ordinary area.
However, whether it was the reminder from the old monk or the abnormality in the way of swordsmanship, Meng Fan was told that it was not that simple.
At this time, a disciple of the Lingyun Sword Sect patrolling the mountain passed by in the distance.
When Meng Fan was about to hide, he found that the disciple patrolling the mountain had already glanced over.
His heart skipped a beat and he felt something bad.
About to be discovered!
As a result, his frown deepened.
Because the disciple patrolling the mountain clearly glanced over, but seemed to not see him and left alone.
"this……"
Meng Fan narrowed his eyes.
The other party was definitely looking here, and he could clearly capture the other party's eyes and expressions. The Jedi was not pretending not to see him.
Weird!
If there is no problem with me, and there is no problem with that disciple, then the problem must be in this area.
"Benefactor Meng, Lao Na sensed it carefully and it seemed that we had stepped into a formation invisibly.
And although this space still seems to be at the back of Lingyun Sword Sect, it is actually faintly separated from the back of Lingyun Sword Sect.
We are still careless. We should have found out where this place is in advance and then came here. "
The old monk's words appeared in Meng Fan's mind.
Meng Fan did not answer, but rolled his eyes slightly.
Who wouldn’t say something in hindsight?
Does it make sense?
No!
At the same time, Xiao Longhu, who had been struggling with the leader of the Lingyun Sword Sect for a long time, finally convinced the leader not to let Zhao Xifeng return to the Tianlong Sword Sect, but to go to the Tianlong Sword Sect to deal with it first.
Returning to the law enforcement hall, Xiao Longhu found that Meng Fan was not in the room, and couldn't help but mutter: "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"
"My junior brother really doesn't make people worry. You said you just go out for a walk in broad daylight. Why do you go out in the middle of the night? If someone discovers you, they will think you are a thief!"
Xiao Longhu's consciousness moved and instantly covered the entire Lingyun Sword Sect.
