Which outer sect is most famous among the disciples of Yidi Mountain?
It can be said that it is Tianmo Ridge, because the two sides have been fighting for a long time, from ancient times to the present, and it was not until modern times that it eased slightly.
It can be said that they are Three Thousand Swordsmen, because the two are very close to each other, communicate frequently, and many of their disciples have personal relationships.
But in the past hundred years, if we talk about the sect that has had the greatest influence on Yidi Mountain, it is undoubtedly the great sect that dominates Tianzhou, the Mutian Shen Sect!
Whether it was the shocking confrontation on the border between the two places a hundred years ago, or the Mutian Sect that has been active in Nanling in recent years, the disciples of Yidi Mountain were deeply impressed and unforgettable.
"Duan Daozi, is he here too?"
"Who is that person behind him? Why do I feel like he is a monk from me?"
"Look, the man next to him has a sinister look on his face. He is not a good guy at first glance!"
There were many whispers around him, and everyone moved out of the way. Countless eyes of awe and curiosity were cast towards Duan Mutian.
Duan Mutian didn't care, and led several people straight to the other side of the altar, where he camped alone.
"snort."
Shang Jun looked at Duan Mutian and the wretched man next to him with cold eyes.
"Mr. Shang, are you still angry with fellow Taoist Situ?" The oiran covered his mouth and chuckled.
"Yes and no."
Shang Jun's answer was very brief. Unusually, he did not look at the oiran, but kept his gaze in the direction of Mutian Shenzong.
I don't know if he is looking at Duan Mutian or Situ Yu.
"I'm more concerned about that person. Why is a disabled person at the peak of the Solid Spirit Realm so protected by the Mutian Divine Sect?"
The petal-like pupils in the oiran's eyes seemed to have understood everything.
In the distance, the camp of Mutian Shenzong.
"I'm talking about Duan Daozi, isn't it good that you keep holding me up like this? I can't run away." Situ Yu smiled dryly and looked at Duan Mutian aside.
"It's not just a matter of pretense. Brother Situ is worrying too much. I invited you here just because I wanted you to do a favor."
Duan Mutian had a warm smile on his face, looked around, and whispered: "Today it's done, I will give you everything I promised you in Cangyun Mountain."
"real?"
Situ Yu's eyes flashed with gold, and he suddenly woke up.
"Hey, Brother Duan, if you have any questions, just ask. Who of our two brothers is following whom? Do you still need to be like this?" Situ Yu waved his hand and sat down on the chair behind him. From the look on his face, he was not prepared. gone.
"Brother Situ is so brave! Then I will tell you directly."
Duan Mutian nodded, the smile on his face faded a little, and said slowly: "When the secret realm is opened later, I would like to ask Brother Situ to keep an eye on it. If anyone wearing the mask of your noble sect appears, please let me know."
"mask?"
Situ Yu frowned slightly, then narrowed his pupils, as if he thought of something, and said in surprise: "You want to arrest my brother Xu?"
"Am I not your brother too?" Duan Mutian asked with a smile.
"Uh, that's right, that's right." Situ Yu nodded and sat down, saying nothing. He looked at the ground silently, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the distance, Shang Jun finally withdrew his gaze from the Mutian Divine Sect and turned to look at a slightly petite woman wearing a black sheer skirt.
"The devil of Tianmo Ridge." Shang Jun whispered in his heart.
For some reason, since arriving at the top of this mountain, Shang Jun has been observing the surrounding situation and situation, as if he is very concerned about it.
"Shangjun."
It wasn't until the oiran on the side reminded him that Shang Jun came back to his senses and looked ahead.
There was a person walking over there, and judging by his menacing appearance, he seemed to be coming specifically for him.
"Um?"
A strong sense of oppression came over him. Shang Jun became serious and gently touched the sword box behind him.
This feeling is so familiar to him!
The person who comes here is also a sword cultivator!
Although his sword was not visible, every step he took was accompanied by a slight sword cry, and invisible sword intent overflowed, cutting the surrounding air.
Looking closely, this man is really powerful and heroic, with a back as straight as steel, and slender and long limbs. Especially his pupils, which are shaped like vertical sword-like pupils, full of fierceness.
The most intuitive feeling is that his whole body seems to be a sharp sword, which can be slashed at the opponent at any time if necessary.
"There are many masters here, but those who share the Tao are just you and me. The rest is Xiao Dao'er! I have been observing Tao Lord for a long time, why didn't you notice me?"
When the young man walked up to Shang Jun, the sword energy in his body not only did not shrink, but became stronger and stronger.
"There are three thousand great avenues in the world, and they all have mysteries. Although the way of swordsmanship is cultivated by you and me, how can we be arrogant and despise all laws? Fellow Taoist, you have mastered the way." Lord Shang said seriously.
Hearing this, the young man looked melancholy, as if he felt lost because Shang Jun did not have the same ideas as him.
"So, you don't understand the true meaning of the sword, and your sword is not as strong as mine."
The young man sighed, then straightened his expression, and instead of doing the usual bow, he did the etiquette of a swordsman, put his two fingers together across his chest, and said: "Sword Peak, Jian Chen."
"Three Thousand Sword Sect, Mr. Shang."
After the words fell, the two looked at each other, as if thousands of swords were chopping in the air, sparks flying, and the sound of gold ringing.
The oiran on the side stepped back slightly, looking at the two with strong curiosity in his eyes.
"Yesterday, you were probably the one peeping from high in the sky." Shang Jun said in a deep voice.
"Peeping? No, that's searching." Jian Chen shook his head and said calmly: "Among the strongest people in the world, only those who wield swords can let me see them at face value. The rest of them are indifferent to me, so I don't need to care about them."
He paused, then looked at Mr. Shang in front of him. The sword eyes in his eyes suddenly trembled. He couldn't restrain his excitement and said: "There are only two swordsmen in the world who are qualified to discuss swordsmanship with me. One of them is you." !”
Buzz!
A sword cry came from Jian Chen's body, soaring into the sky, even covering up the discussion of the surrounding Yidi Mountain disciples.
"Quickly fence with me!"
Jian Chen growled, unable to control his emotions anymore, and wanted to fight Shang Jun on the spot.
Everyone looked confused, not knowing what was happening in that direction.
"Hey, fellow swordsman, that's it! Kill that guy named Shang!"
A discordant voice sounded, and Zong Qing stood in the distance, shouting at this side.
Shang Jun was indifferent, glanced at Zong Qing, then looked at Jian Chen, shook his head and said: "The protagonists today are not you and me. Yidi Mountain is at a critical period, are you sure you want to fight me here?"
Both of them are young monks. Even if they take action, they will not violate the rules of Yidi Mountain.
"We sword cultivators should be happy with our grudges and draw our swords!"
Jian Chen was trembling all over, his moves were gathering together, waiting for Lord Shang to take action.
Seeing this, Shang Jun was not afraid and touched the sword box behind his back.
"The elder is here!"
However, at this moment, a high-pitched shout interrupted the duel between the two.
