Accompanied by the first ray of sunrise in the morning,

A bunch of bonfires rose, bringing warmth and the aroma of barbecue. The blood of the wolf corpse did not attract new wolves.

There were no seasonings around the two, but the demon wolf's flesh and blood were full of spiritual energy, the flesh was delicate and delicious, roasted until slightly burnt, and the aroma between the lips and teeth was still in endless aftertaste.

Meng'er patted Weigong's belly and said with satisfaction: "The demon wolf meat is indeed different from ordinary herdsmen. Your barbecue technique is also quite good."

Feng Xiaohan was holding a wolf's leg and chewing it, ignoring her.

Meng'er looked at the white bones like a hill behind him, and was no longer as surprised, but her face changed slightly.

Being able to eat without getting fat shows that he has strong spiritual transformation ability.

Meng'er asked, "What's the sword technique you used before?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "Luzhou Mountain Shui Sword is one of the eight Mountain Shui Swords."

"The sword is grand and magnificent, and it is indeed worthy of the name of mountains and rivers."

Meng'er nodded slightly and said, "The move I used is called the White Snake Blade, the seventh style of the Sky Knife."

"Sky Knife?"

Hearing this name, Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who is the Kiln Tianyi Dao?"

Meng'er said: "It's the ultimate sword style of the sky sword, the strongest sword on the grassland."

She looked at the sword on the other party's back and the lotus on her waist, and suddenly said, "I don't know how long it will take to go along the way, why don't we exchange it?"

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "I don't have any objection, can you... do it?"

The two of them are not talking about exchanging swords.

But sword and sword techniques.

When Zhao Xueer was in a small town at the foot of Changming Mountain, she said that many geniuses in ancient and modern times practiced the way of swords and swords, so she stopped practicing.

Feng Xiaohan practiced not swords, but Wan Yan.

All the three thousand laws in the world go toward the great way.

The Wanyan magic power uses the great way to predict the Tao method, and naturally there is the great way in hand, so Feng Xiaohan can learn all kinds of methods at a glance.

Not only can swords and swords be practiced together, but all three thousand Taoist practices can be practiced.

But for ordinary people, the sword and sword are already in conflict, and the swords and swords are erratic in their hearts. How can the heart of Tao be stable?

Meng'er learned the Taoist scriptures of the Tang Dynasty and practiced swords, and she was quite successful.

If sword art is added at this time, it will most likely affect future practice.

But Meng'er smiled and said, "Just open your eyes, I won't go into it. Besides, if you dare to play with me, why can't I practice swords with you?"

Combining swords and swords is the dream of countless people.

Since it cannot be done, what's the point of just looking at the scenery on the other side?

As Feng Xiaohan's backhand, even Jiang Wen was caught in the thought, thinking that this sword only had one move.

It turned out to be the final style of the entire set of knife techniques.

...

...

Kyoto City ushered in the first heavy snow of this year. The city is covered with silver and the world is vast.

If you stand in the tallest building in the palace, Zhaixing Tower, and look into the distance, you can see a hill west of the city.

There is only one stream and a forest.

The leaves in the forest have fallen, the dead grass is covered with snow, and the scenery is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

But when Changming's disciples went down the mountain to experience training, they would come here to take a look, especially the disciples of Qingzhu Peak.

Because this hill is very lonely, except for Kyoto City, there is only this small hill within a radius of a hundred miles.

So it has a name called Guqiu - Guqiu of Guqiu Mountain and Water Sword.

When the snowflakes fall,

A recliner appeared on the top of the hill.

There was someone on the chair, holding a cup in his fingertips, still steaming, and there was an upside down tea cup on the table next to him.

He is waiting for someone.

I don’t know how long it took, but the heavy snow did not stop. The snow was getting thicker and thicker, but there was no snow on his clothes and tables and chairs.

It seemed that even the wind and snow were hiding from him.

A breeze suddenly fell nearby, and the snowflakes raised around him. However, the hair that was a little whiter than the snow floated.

Guo Mingzhe glanced at the teacup on the table and said, "You probably aren't waiting for me."

Wan Yetian opened his eyes and looked at the city in the wind and snow without saying a word.

Guo Mingzhe understood what he meant and said, "Don't you invite me to sit?"

Wan Yetian thought about it and still didn't say anything, but there was a chair on the other side of the table and a cup on the table.

There is tea in the cup.

Guo Mingzhe sat down and picked up the teacup and sipped it. He frowned slightly and said, "This tea is not good."

When he left Langya Peak, he would come out to see someone and take away Xuanhuang Sword Book, but no one expected that the person he wanted to see was this person.

The other party doesn't seem to like talking.

Guo Mingzhe took the initiative to explain: "I learned that a drunk man in Jinzhou City saw you a while ago, so he thought that you would ask Panpan to say goodbye to Xiao Cui. He should agree to her and His Royal Highness the Princess explain the situation personally, so he came here to find you."

Wan Yetian took a sip of tea and nodded slightly.

Guo Mingzhe smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the white-haired mad demon also knows how to be considerate."

Wan Yetian said lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

If he wants to kill him, he should at least bring a saint or more Lingxiao realm masters. But he knew that the other party came alone and did not have any powerful aura to approach here.

Is this sincerity?

"I came to see you, of course there is something wrong."

Guo Mingzhe looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Wan Yetian said, "I don't want to do anything."

Guo Mingzhe asked: "But not long ago, you just attacked Wangyue Pavilion and now you are outside Kyoto again. Who would believe it?"

Wan Yetian snorted coldly, too lazy to explain.

"All the sects discuss the Tao, Mo Qiu and Jiang Wen, the disciples of the Demon Sect, killed my righteous disciple in the ruins. Just then you survived, and then attacked the Wangyue Pavilion. This led many people to think that the disciple of Tianji Pavilion discovered the entrance to the ruins was not a coincidence, but the arrangement of a devil in Hanshan."

Guo Mingzhe said seriously: "We discussed this matter for a long time at the foot of Wangyue Mountain, and the final conclusion was that the Demon Sect was about to enter the world, and you are their confidence."

Wan Yetian said lightly: "I am white-haired, not the Demon Lord. The current Demon Sect has nothing to do with me."

Guo Mingzhe said: "But you are the ancestor of the demon sect and the spiritual leader of the demon tragedy."

Wan Yetian said with a blank expression: "I just died and then came alive. It's that simple. The matter of Wangyue Mountain is just a whim. I want to prove something, otherwise the eight of them will still be alive?"

His tone was cold, like the ice condensed on the surface of the stream.

Guo Mingzhe was silent for a long time and said seriously: "I believe it."

Wan Yetian's face turned colder because he guessed the other party's next sentence.

Guo Mingzhe's voice was like a dry well, without any turmoil, and he said calmly: "But we won't believe it."

I believe it, but we won't.

There is more than a simple word "men" between "I" and "we", but also the will of all righteous sects.

They do not allow any person or thing that may endanger the world,

This conversation can be said to be a negotiation.

As long as Wan Yetian is willing to leave this continent, or will never come out, just like the Demon Sect has been doing these years.

The righteous sect can choose to forget the small movements of the Demon Sect.

In this way, worldly peace can be maintained until the next thousand years.

This was discussed on Wangyue Mountain that day. Guo Mingzhe learned about his whereabouts and wanted to try it.

At the same time, he also knew that Wan Yetian would not agree.

There was a wind blowing in the forest, blowing off a few snow on the branches and floating the heat from the tea.

Wan Yetian didn't say anything. He left the lounge chair, stood in the wind and snow, and looked into the distance.

Guo Mingzhe looked at the black back and his expression changed slightly.

The next moment, the snow on the hill stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the snow in Kyoto City also stopped, and the clouds dissipated and the sky cleared.

Because Wan Yetian wanted to see the sky, there was the sun, the wind, snow and floating clouds, and the sun did not dare to hide.

Such a divine power,

Who can let him go?

Just... just five saints?

Wan Yetian's mouth curled up with a smile, full of sarcasm.

The people of Xuanhong and others were not good back then, and the people of today are even worse.
Chapter completed!