In the battle of Longmen Mountain, nine major sects of famous and righteous sects came in a fierce manner, but in the end they suffered heavy casualties and ended in a bleak situation. [x.c

A total of forty-four masters besieged Ling Yun, but they were killed by Ling Yun and seriously injured three of them. The two of them escaped from the Divine Sword Villa.

The remaining half of the masters, the thirteen people from the two sects of Shaolin and Wudang, somehow, never attacked Ling Yun; the eight members of the Shenquan Sect and the Northwest Iron Gun Lei family were shocked by Ling Yun and retreated; there was another person who was even more ridiculous and funny, and he did not appear on the top of Longmen Mountain from beginning to end.

The person who did not appear was of course a little Taoist priest from the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan, Mo Wudao.

In this battle, Ling Yun had a strong record, which was his first real battle against the ancient Chinese martial arts world, and Ling Yun won the best!

After tonight, Lingyun will surely be famous all over the world and shock the entire ancient martial arts world!

"It seems that the path of cultivation in this life is not lonely, at least it is like this now..."

Ling Yun used his light skills to the extreme, galloped down the mountain, constantly thinking about the gains and losses of this battle in his heart, and muttered secretly.

Longmen Mountain is located directly north and west of Longpan Mountain. The straight-line distance between the two mountains is about fifteen kilometers. This distance, according to Lingyun's current speed, it takes less than ten minutes to rush back to Villa No. 1.

However, there are all low mountains with undulating ridges between these two mountains, one by one. If Ling Yun crosses the mountains and ridges, he will run at least twice the distance, which is purely thankless.

After all, Ling Yun is not Jester, and he can fly in the sky without any obstacles. At least it is not possible now. No matter how good his light skills are, he still has to run with two legs.

What's more, after a series of battles, Ling Yun was seriously exhausted and suffered some internal injuries. If he crossed mountains and rivers, he would probably be exhausted before he could get home.

Ling Yun would not do such a stupid and self-harm business. He obediently went down the mountain road, intending to find the mountain road first and run back along the road. Even though it was a little farther, the road would be smooth and easy to run. He could also recover his internal strength while running and treat internal injuries.

Ling Yun had a vague premonition that the enemies in Villa No. 1 were much more fierce than those on the top of Longmen Mountain. There was a real battle waiting for him, and that was the main battlefield tonight!

He was going south, so he was walking down the mountain on the south side of Longmen Mountain. Fortunately, at this time, the ones who should be killed have already been killed. The ones who should be gone have also left. Lingyun went down the mountain without any obstacles, and the more he rushed, the faster he rushed.

"Huh? Why is it that time now, there are still people climbing the mountain?!"

Just as Ling Yun was about to reach the middle of the mountain, a black shadow appeared in his sight, and as the distance got closer, the black shadow became clearer and clearer.

"It turned out to be a Taoist priest? Damn. I came to this wilderness in the middle of the night, so I wouldn't have come to enjoy the mountains and rivers, right?"

"wrong!"

Ling Yun's eyes were as lightning as lightning. He immediately saw clearly that it was a young Taoist priest wearing black, oh no. He should have been a blue Taoist robe, carrying a package on his shoulder and a wooden sword in his hand, climbing up step by step on the mountain road.

What made Ling Yun feel funny was that this little Taoist priest was actually climbing a mountain, and his speed was not much faster than that of a seventy-year-old man. And every time he walked a distance, he stopped to rest for a while, twisted his head and looked at the dense forest on both sides, as if he was afraid that someone would jump out of the dense forest to block the road and rob.

"Is this also a master of a famous sect? But if he is a master of a famous sect, how could he climb such a mountain?"

Ling Yun was both puzzled and funny. Because of curiosity, he gradually slowed down. His figure flashed slightly, and he came to the little Taoist priest and stopped.

Of course, Mo Wudao climbed the mountain slowly along the mountain road. Although he gritted his teeth and decided to go up the mountain, he really didn't want to face Ling Yun early. He was so thrusting his butt that he didn't want to climb up. He almost stopped every three steps and rested every five steps. He kept till now, and only walked halfway up the mountain.

Mo Wudao was walking and was about to stop and rest for a while, a cold wind suddenly blew up. He couldn't help but look up and saw a black figure falling in front of him.

"Oh my god! Ghost!"

Mo Wudao almost didn't feel scared on the spot. He staggered suddenly and turned around and ran away without hesitation. He completely forgot that he was a Taoist priest from the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan, and he was a professional ghost catching.

Ling Yun held back and didn't make him laugh. He turned his handsome face red, and his body jumped gently again, landing directly under Mo Wudao, just blocking his way.

"Hey, little Taoist priest, look clearly. I am a human, not a ghost."

Mo Wudao was in a panic and almost hit Ling Yun's arms. When he heard this, he immediately stopped his steps, raised his head suddenly, widened his eyes, and looked at Ling Yun's face carefully.

"No, sorry, I was scared to death just now. You, who are you, which sect... Why did you get off from above?"

Not everyone has the stunning vision like Ling Yun, so Mo Wudao is naturally worse. He took advantage of the moonlight and it took him a long time to confirm that Ling Yun was a human being, but he still stuttered and said unscrupulously. It was obvious that he was too scared just now and had not recovered.

When Ling Yun heard this, he immediately understood that this must be a righteous "master" who went up the mountain to cause trouble for him. However, the courage and skills of this little Taoist priest really made Ling Yun feel funny and fun, and he was too lazy to bully him.

So Ling Yun asked with a smile: "Who are you? Which sect, why are you going up the mountain?"

When Mo Wudao heard this, he thought that he was a well-known and sected person. He felt a little embarrassed about his performance just now. He became brave and coughed dryly, and began to report to his house.

"I am the closed disciple of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan, Mo Wudao. This time I went up the mountain, I naturally wanted to ask Lingyun for an explanation, but I came a little late..."

Mo Wudao noticed that Ling Yun's face was covered with blood, and even the clothes on his shoulders were torn. He asked again: "My friend, don't you know what's going on at the top of the mountain now? Is it fierce? Look at your body full of blood, are you injured? Do you need my help?"

It turned out to be from the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan. Ling Yun instantly remembered Liu Deming and Taoist Master Wuchen who were killed by him, and couldn't help but smile.

"The battle has ended on the top of the mountain. The battle was quite fierce, and many people died. I also suffered some internal injuries..."

Mo Wudao heard that the battle had ended, and he was a little stunned. But he felt a sense of relief in his heart and asked, "Who is dead? That... how is that Lingyun now? Can my friend tell me the truth?"

Ling Yun was so happy, but he was also a little puzzled. This time the famous and upright sects besieged him, fighting the idea of ​​making him die, and his strength was also good. But when the battle was over, the little Taoist priest didn't ask him directly if he was dead, which was really surprising.

So he asked with a smile: "What? So many top masters from famous families and upright schools besieged Ling Yun. Do you think he still has a chance to go down the mountain alive?"

Mo Wudao was born with a familiarity. After chatting with Ling Yun for a long time, he had already thrown his initial vigilance and fear out of the sky. He simply came up and whispered with Ling Yun mysteriously: "Brother, everyone is my own people, I will tell you, according to the hexagram, Ling Yun will not die tonight. It will be useless for many people to go to our famous and upright sect. I am very good at fortune telling, really..."

Ling Yun suddenly felt a little surprised and couldn't help but take a serious look at Mo Wudao's eyes.

Mo Wudao looked at Ling Yun's eyes. He knew that he was right, so he couldn't help but smiled treacherously, his eyes full of pride. The meaning was very obvious, I'd like to tell him.

Ling Yun nodded and smiled and said, "Well, you're really sure. I'm Ling Yun."

"puff!"

"Huh Dong!"

Mo Wudao's face turned pale in an instant, his legs became weak, and he squatted on the cold mountain road with a thud!

Fighting with others is endless joy. Lingyun is overwhelmed. He squatted down with a smile, looked at Mo Wudao's frightened eyes, and gently reached out and patted his shoulder.

"You guys, you are talented! You can tell fortunes... Let's talk about it, what's the point of asking me for?"

Mo Wudao was so scared that he was scattered. He swallowed his spits wildly, his body stiffened, and kept rolling his eyes. He stretched out his hand and waved at Ling Yun, saying, "Wait, wait, wait a moment... Let me take a breath first... Let's talk!"

Mo Wudao felt so regretful at this moment, thinking to himself, "You sister, I'm reluctant to go up the mountain, just don't want to meet this evil star. Now, I actually met here. What should I do now?"

If I had known this, it would have been better to go up early, at least with those dozens of people, so someone would have helped me!

Ling Yunxin said that this guy is really a weird guy. He has reached this point and he is still thinking about chatting with him.

"Hurry up, I have limited time."

When Mo Wudao heard this, he was even more shocked. He completely misunderstood Ling Yun’s meaning and hurriedly said, “Brother, don’t, don’t do this. I never wanted to kill you, nor did I think I would fight with you. I just wanted to go up the mountain to ask you for an explanation. You… don’t have to kill me, right?”

Ling Yun almost laughed angry. He slapped Mo Wudao's shoulder and said loudly: "Who said I want to kill you? I mean I have an urgent matter to do. If you have something to say, you can say nothing and let it go!"

Ling Yun also wanted to solve the Maoshan School's affairs. No matter which method was used, now that he has seen it, he naturally has to finish it.

Mo Wudao was slapped by Ling Yun and was so scared that he almost jumped up from the ground. When he heard Ling Yun say he would not kill him, he felt relieved and relieved.

"Well, my Maoshan Sect Liu...Liu..." But he was still afraid of death. When he spoke, he stuttered again and didn't dare to say it.

Ling Yun said helplessly: "I'll tell you, Liu Deming of the Maoshan Sect and the Taoist Master Wuchen were all killed by me. Just say what do you want to do? Do you want to fight with me and avenge them?"

Ling Yun said it out loud, then looked at Mo Wudao quietly to see what he said.

Mo Wudao shook his head like a rattle, and after thinking about it, he said, "I can't beat you now, but you have to tell me why you killed them?"

Ling Yun pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and picked up Mo Wudao from the ground.

"Follow me, why kill them? You will understand when you go and see."

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Ling Yun’s good friend, Mo Wudao, finally made a gorgeous appearance! Well, there is no doubt that Mo Wudao will be a very outstanding character in the future, and it has a great effect. Please stay tuned.
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