"Ah, who is it? Can she be the only one who can command Huangshan? What about the other descendants of the evil spirit of Zhuque?"

Mo Ran did not answer him directly, but said: "Thousands of years ago, the one who conquered the evil spirit of the Vermilion Bird was named Song Qiao, whose name was Xingyi."

Xue Meng was shocked and rushed out: "The Lord of Huabi, Song Xingyi?"

"Um."

"He, he is the last butterfly bone beauty in the history of cultivation to be able to become the master!"

Mo Ran had no expression on his face and said, "That's right, so the last person who could open the Gate of Phoenix Mountain was already dead in the sea of ​​fire in the Rufeng Sect. It was Song Qiutong."

Xue Meng's mouth was wide open involuntarily. Just as she was about to say something, a commotion suddenly broke out in the distance. A large group of green monks from Bitan Village suddenly surrounded the barrier at the front of the foot of Huangshan Mountain.

"Master Li!"

"The owner of the house!"

Chu Wanning's face changed slightly, her eyebrows were burning. He walked over to the other side. He pushed the crowd away. Li Wuxin was supported by his disciples. His face was like white paper, and his mouth was spitting blood. The smelly blood sticks to his gray beard, his lips were blue and his eyes were rolling up. He was already unconscious and said in a trembling voice: "It's the first... it's the first..."

Because Li Wuxin withdraws his power, the barrier backlash that the remaining masters have suffered is even stronger. Huang Xiaoyue is temporarily the leader of Jiangdong Hall, and his magic power is a little lower than that of other masters. At this time, he can no longer bear it and it is difficult to turn his head.

However, although Jiang Xi's face was pale, he still had the energy to look at Li Wuxin and said, "He was hit by the Phoenix Nightmare."

The curse of the phoenix attached to the barrier of the Phoenix Mountain. Once someone wants to tear the cracks and try to go up the mountain, it is very easy to be swallowed by this nightmare.

This is similar to the illusion of Jin Chengchi Picking Heart Willow, but the phoenix nightmare is difficult to eliminate, and the person who is hit often cannot wake up again.

Seeing this, a group of disciples in Bitan Village knelt on the ground for a long time. Some even more, they burst into tears: "Master of the Manor! Wake up, Master of the Manor—"

Li Wuxin laughed in his dream for a while and muttered, and suddenly broke away from his disciple Zhen Congming who was holding him, lay on the ground and danced, laughing loudly: "I got the first one! It's the first one! It's the first one!"

Among the disciples of other sects who were surrounded by the back, someone whispered: "What is the first?"

Li Wuxin would definitely not answer them. He was immersed in the joy of the nightmare, opened his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth with sticky blood and saliva, and smiled in great intoxication. After a while, it seemed that the nightmare suddenly turned, and his old face, like a dead tree, froze, and turned out to look angry.

"No - you can't do this! You can't do this! You have to return the secret scroll of Bitanzhuang's swordsmanship to me! How can you break your promise!"

After a while, it turned into a sad face again.

This is really terrifying. Li Wuxin has always been an old Taoist priest who wants to save face, and he is the lord of a village. He has never had such a face in front of others.

Not like a sect or a Taoist priest.

Not even like a man.

He salivated his face, and his grief was twisting in the wrinkles, as if he was trying his best to stuff his dignity into the wrinkles that were spread across his face. He begged: "There is really too much eight billion gold. The secret scroll of swordsmanship was originally from Bitanzhuang, and it was my Grand Master. It was because the sect was lonely at that time, and there was no spare money. I really couldn't help but sell it to you... The leader... Please, please, a little less..."

Everyone looked at each other around him.

Eight billion gold?

Sword Note?

Then someone suddenly remembered that because of his strong temper and bluntly speaking, many sects in the world of cultivation have attracted attention. After a disaster, no one from the left is willing to lend a helping hand. After that, the entire villa of Bitanzhuang was getting worse and worse, and even the remaining money to subsidize the disciples for three consecutive years could not be distributed. Later, for some reason, suddenly became rich again, but for some reason, since that generation, Bitanzhuang's original water-breaking sword technique, which was originally powerful in Jiuzhou, has become lonely, and later disciples have never been able to use the essence of it.

For this reason, there are always people in the world who laughed at Li Wuxin, saying that it was because he did not teach well that Bitan Village, the former Sword Saint, became the last of the upper world of cultivation.

But at the moment, everyone was shocked to realize that things might not be as simple as they thought before - could the disaster in Bitanzhuang be able to return to the world by selling the sword guide?

Some of the unscrupulous businessmen who took advantage of the situation to rob, immediately thought of Gu Yueye, and many eyes quietly swept Jiang Xi's face.

"It would be a lonely moon night..."

"Maybe it is the master of the leader Jiang..."

Li Wuxin was still struggling in pain underground, rolling around, and Zhen Congming couldn't even hug him. He cried and shouted, and then got up and kowtowed around, and blood and snot flowed down.

"Give it back to me. I have raised most of my life, and I have only 5.1 billion gold in total." Li Wuxin wailed, "It's only 5.1 billion gold... I really tried my best to do what you want. It really doesn't have that much money. I can't kill, rob, and make money by doing all the bad things, right?! The noble school earns tens of thousands of gold a day, but Bitan Village really doesn't have that much money... Please..."

When they heard that "the noble school made ten thousand golds a day", those who had not looked at Jiang Xi before began to scan Jiang Xi. The Xuanyuan Pavilion under Jiang Xi was the largest black market in the cultivation world. If it weren't him, who else could there be?

The young disciples in Bitan Village were angry, but their eyes were already red, and they shouted at Jiang Xi: "President Jiang! It turns out that the three most important volumes of the Bitan Village Sword Score are actually on your lonely moon night?! You need eight billion gold to export, you... how can you be so shameless!"

Before Jiang Xi could speak, there was a person on the left, saying hoarsely: "The truth is not clear, how dare you add a charge to Chief Jiang?"

The person who spoke was Huang Xiaoyue, who was almost unable to breathe.

The old guy's hands that were holding the barrier were shaking, and he wanted to speak to Jiang Xi to show his loyalty. What was his idea? It was obvious.

The disciple of Bitan Village was extremely annoyed and rushed up to scold Huang Xiaoyue, but was firmly held back by his fellow disciples, who advised him: "Zhen Fu, don't mess with them."

Mo Ran was stunned when he heard this name.

Calling it the past, he might think that this name is as smart as it is, making people laugh out loud, but at this moment, he suddenly felt very bitter when he looked at the old man who kept kowtowing and bowing in the mud.

I can't laugh at all.

"Five billion won't do it...then...then...then fifty-five billion?" Li Wuxin was crying, constantly wiping his tears on his sleeves, "Fifty-five billion, I'll go to trade for the Chang family in Yizhou, and sell some magic weapons and spirit stones, and you can get it. 555 billion... Master, you can do it well, send me a compassion... and return the sword recipe to me."

He kowtowed down with a hunched over, and his forehead was broken until the end, and blood flowed.

"The Broken Water Sword Note is the soul of Bitanzhuang..." He cried, "Before the master's transcendence, my only wish was to let me redeem the sword note. I have been doing my best in my life... I have been going from black hair to white hair, and the person I begged for has also changed from your father to you... I have also begged Luo Fenghua..."

"ah!"

Everyone suddenly lost their color.

Luo Fenghua?!

Li Wuxin asked Luo Fenghua?!

It's not a lonely moon night... it's... it's...

Looking back, no one was walking around, but immediately set aside a path, because almost all the people from the sects turned their heads and looked at Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi in the corner.

"It's the Confucian style sect!"

This time there is no need to whisper. Someone shouted out.

"So shameless!"

"Just talk about the sword technique of the Rufeng Sect suddenly made so much progress in decades, and even the legacy of the sword saint! A beast!"

"I was given the Lingshan Conference back to Nangong Sisan! What's the skill that I stolen from the swordsmanship!"

“It’s so disgusting!!”

Nangong Si stood there with a blank expression. Of course, he didn't know about the evil scandals of the Confucian Sect. The evil committed by his father and ancestors were originally supposed to fall on the Seventy-Two City of the Confucian Sect, but now he has to bear it alone.

He did not escape, nor did he say anything, his face turned gray and he stood silently.

Ye Wangxi wanted to shake his hand, but Nangong Si took his hand away quietly, and he stood in front of Ye Wangxi.

"He actually has the face to come..."

"His father is so brutally savage. What good thing do you think your son can be?"

The people in Bitan Village were most indignant and shouted to them: "Get out! Don't you get out yet?!"

"The top ten sects have no place in the Confucian Feng Sect! What are you doing here! Get out!"

"Dogs, men and women, shameless!"

There were a lot of excited Peng Bai's voices, cursing and cursing all around, and all the faces were filled with such distinct hatred.

Suddenly someone rushed over, Biyi rolled over, it was a disciple of Bitan Village. The man grabbed Nangong Si's collar, and Ye Wangxi immediately said, "A Si!"

Nangong Si only pushed her away in the flash, and then was pressed to the ground by the disciple of Bitan Village. His fist fell like raindrops and hit his face, chest, ribs, abdomen, one punch after another, without using spiritual power, but his fist was dull, fierce, and crazy.

At this moment, there was another cold voice suddenly, and he said sternly: "Stop."

The heavy punch was not stopped and hit Nangong Si's handsome face. Nangong Si suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, his hair was scattered, and he lay on the ground, full of mud.

The angry disciple had to swing his fists again, but his arm was pinched.

He looked back in anger and said, "Beast! Don't want you-"

No words spoken.

Because the person standing in front of him is the world's number one master, Chu Wanning.

"stop."

Chu Wanning looked down at him with a cold spring, and she couldn't tell what it was on her face. She seemed to have a lot of emotions, but she seemed to have nothing.

He just held the boy's arm tightly, pursed his lips, and said for a while: "Stop hitting."

Nangong Si coughed out another mouthful of blood on the ground. Ye Wangxi hurriedly wanted to help him, but he swung it away: "Don't worry about me, I should accept it for my father's responsibility."

The young man became even more angry when he heard the sound. He struggled to get rid of Chu Wanning's hand and wanted to fight again.

Chu Wanning's eyebrows stood up: "Stop hitting!"

"Don't worry! You are on the top of life and death, and it's not your turn to care about this!" The young man went crazy and roared at Chu Wanning, "Why do they treat my master like this? Why?! Why do they treat Bitanzhuang like this?! Bitanzhuang has been pretending to be a cattle for Rufengmen for many years!! Why... Why do you... Why!!"

He started to cry.

Behind him was Li Wuxin's moans and begging.

Li Wuxin was still begging Nangong Liu, who actually didn't exist in his consciousness: "Luo Fenghua said he was willing to replace the sword score with mine... but he didn't know where he was placed... you promised me... the leader... you promised me..."

"I'm seventy-nine this year, and I'm not going to live for a few years. I don't have enough cultivation in this life. Maybe I can't become an immortal. I can't see my master... But the only thing he told me is that I can't do it." Every word of Li Wuxin was like a blood clot dug out of his throat. He was crying, "I can't do it, the leader... give it back to me... give it back to me..."

"Please..."
To be continued...