Great Dao Ji

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 our 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 a few people's footsteps, they naturally reached the top of the mountain in less than a moment.

The three-wheeled sun hangs high in the sky, casting golden rays of light, reflecting on the rolling snowfields.

"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 don't know if this royal Taoist can accept the position of the 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 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.

Beside him sat Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Yun Haitian, the chivalrous king of the Chivalrous Sect, Sanyin of the Huangjue Temple, and the great monk Sanmu.

And behind the Taoist was a gate with two colors throughout, like a strange pattern of two black and white fish swimming around.

The pattern was unprecedented, with black in white and white in black, mating and swirling. At first glance, there was an indescribable Taoist connotation.

The Taoist sat in front of the strange pattern, his face was calm, but his breath was heavy and deep, like a mountain, like a deep sea, and like the starry sky hanging high in the sky.

At first glance, people felt free and couldn't help falling into silence.

He could feel that this huge mountain top had been shrouded by an invisible and intangible aura.

The reason why the square where thousands of people gathered was silent was because of this Taoist.

"Such a powerful divine will!"

Mu Hanfeng was shocked, and a sense of awe arose spontaneously.

Beside him, Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu were even more unable to stand in this invisible aura.

"Wanjian Villa came uninvited, congratulations to the Taoist for establishing a sect!"

Mu Hanfeng took a deep breath and said loudly.

His voice was high and loud, filling the area of ​​dozens of miles, and immediately broke the silence of the mountain top.

Shua shua shua~

On the mountain top, 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 for establishing a sect"

"Dalongmen"

"Baiyue Villa"

"Zhen Gang Dao"

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others were also shocked, and then they all bowed and spoke loudly.

The sound of the Qi surging and the sound of Mu Hanfeng not falling resounded through the clouds and the mountaintops.

"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 at once:

"Please sit down!"

An Qisheng's voice was neither loud nor loud, but it was calm, but it suppressed the sound of the five people surging their Qi internal forces.

The whole square was instantly calm, without any ripples.

The five people looked at each other, presented gifts, and sat down.

"The Taoist martial arts are getting more and more magical."

Wang Jianglong couldn't help but exclaimed.

Sound waves are invisible, it is easy to suppress them, but it is extremely difficult to eliminate them. As soon as An Qisheng opened his mouth, the voices of the five people disappeared. This skill was the first time he saw it.

"It's just a few tricks. If you are interested, Brother Wang, I will teach you later."

An Qisheng looked down at the whole square, his eyes deep and calm.

Wang Jianglong smiled and nodded: "To be honest, Taoist, I am very interested."

Any martial arts is extremely precious, let alone An Qisheng's "little tricks"?

Other great masters of the divine veins may feel embarrassed to ask for advice from others, but he naturally would not have such an idea.

He came from the Beggars' Sect, what has he not experienced?

His Dragon Subduing Palm is based on the convergence of many martial arts in the Beggars' Sect.

Yun Haitian glanced at the sun hanging high in the sky, and bowed slightly:

"Brother, everything that should come has come, it's time to start."

"No hurry."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, his eyes leisurely fell down the mountain:

"There is still one who has not come"

"Hmm?"

Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong thought slightly in their hearts, and both looked down the mountain.

Boom!

There was a roar of sound waves at the bottom of the mountain, as if thunder was rolling down from the bottom of the mountain.

When the sound started and had not yet fallen, the hurricane had already roared in, blowing all over the huge square, and the clothes of more than a thousand people fluttered for a while.

"Who?"

Everyone was shocked.

Looking back, they saw a burly man in a long gown standing tall at the end of the steps on the mountain road, on the edge of the mountain top, in the gradually falling airflow. His constantly changing facial features turned into a rough and cold face as the airflow fell.

And his beard grew out.

"Face features are not fixed, the Hundred Changes Demon Lord, Yangshe!"

"The Lord of the Hell Demon Sect, the great master of the Divine Vein, Yangshe?!"

"People from the Six Hell Demon Sect are here too?"

There were bursts of exclamations on the square, and many people recognized Yangshe's identity.

Some people subconsciously wanted to draw their swords, but they cried out inwardly after touching nothing. Many of them came to Nanliang County early and knew the existence of the Sword-Removing Stone, so they didn't bring any swords here at all.

"Wang Quan Daoist?"

Yang She stood coldly, his arm dropped, and a seven-foot-long ferocious curved knife appeared in his palm:

"I heard that you have set up a sword-removing stone at the foot of this mountain, but it seems to have no meaning."

His voice was neither loud nor low, but the sarcasm in it was evident.

In front of the mountain gate, countless people changed color secretly.

"Let you go up the mountain with a knife"

An Qisheng put his hands on the armchair, his expression was calm and with a hint of coldness:

"I am afraid that you will not die with a sense of conviction!"

The second chapter is here, and I will continue to write the third chapter.