This sword sacrificial meeting is an annual event of Hidden Sword Villa.

But except for the very beginning, when I saw Villa Master Shen and his son Shen Liang at the entrance, I didn't see any of the other core members of the villa.

For a sect like Hidden Sword Villa, there are at least hundreds of core disciples and family worshipers in total, not to mention the patriarchs of affiliated families and the helmsmen of companies. Counting these people, Hidden Sword Villa will at least have hundreds of people tonight. Several hundred people attended.

But tonight, these people seemed to have disappeared. They had never been present at the dinner party from the beginning, and even the guests were only some peripheral disciples.

But now, such a big thing has happened, and even the organizer of this conference, the owner of Zangjian Villa, Shen Fufeng, has disappeared.

The reason for this is very intriguing.

At this time, a practitioner with a scarred face jumped onto the podium, kicked the table, and said viciously.

"Tell me, what do you know?"

He was carrying an empty scabbard on his back, and it was obvious that he was also the one who suffered the loss of the flying sword this time.

"ah!"

There was a sudden shock under the table, followed by a scream.

"I... I'm just an auctioneer. Hidden Sword Villa asked me to come here. I don't know anything!"

A fat body emerged from under the table, looking at the ferocious cultivators around him, his whole body shaking like a sieve.

He was the fat host who hosted the sword ceremony at the beginning.

At this moment, Fatty only felt regret in his heart.

If he had known that something like this would happen, he would never have accepted this job.

"Fart, if you don't say anything, I will break your neck!" the scar-faced man said fiercely, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the fat man's neck, and lifted him up.

The fat man's legs were dangling in the air, struggling helplessly. His whole face was red due to lack of oxygen.

"Stop, Jing Kuangjian, he is just an ordinary person, how could he know such a secret thing!" A middle-aged scribe frowned and said slowly.

His face was as pale as paper, as if he had suffered a serious illness. Apparently, he had suffered a lot of injuries from the flying sword riot just now.

"Gong Yangzang, let him go, who will pay for my sword?" the scar-faced man said viciously.

"If you kill him, you still won't get your flying sword back, and you will be punished by the Righteous Alliance." The middle-aged scribe said solemnly.

Practitioners do not have to abide by secular laws, but there are laws that practitioners need to abide by.

If you kill ordinary people for no reason in public, you will be punished by the Righteous Alliance.

"Then what do we do now?" After hearing the middle-aged scribe's words, Jing Kuangjian's expression softened slightly, he put down the fat man in his hand and asked.

At this time, the poor fat man had fainted due to excessive fright.

"In my opinion, this Feijian riot has nothing to do with Zangjian Villa." Gong Yangzang said.

"What do you mean it has anything to do with it? I think Hidden Sword Villa is behind it!" the owner of Tianjian Sect said angrily.

In this flying sword riot, he suffered great losses.

Fifteen black swords were all lost.

Including the three that were thrown away at the sword discussion conference in the capital, their Tianjian Sect had no black swords left.

Such a loss would be devastating to his Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Hidden Sword Villa, this is looking for death! I, the Tianquan Sword Sect, will fight with him until death!" The leader of the Tianquan Sword Sect said coldly, his lips turned frighteningly white due to excessive blood loss.

His arm was cut off by a flying sword, and he was considered the most miserable of all.

But precisely because of this, he has the deepest hatred for Hidden Sword Villa.

"It's too early to draw conclusions now, but since I can't find anyone from the Hidden Sword Villa, I've already called the Zhengqi Alliance and I think someone will come over soon." The middle-aged scribe paused and continued,

"However, we are all cultivators, and we cannot just wait. If you are willing, you can follow Feijian with me to see who is controlling everything."

"Mr. Gongyang is right. Instead of sighing here, it is better to go to the back mountain to see what happened."

"I am coming too…"

"No matter Hidden Sword Villa or other forces, with so many people taking action together this time, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Well said, count me in!"

Gong Yangzang's words immediately aroused the approval of many people, and a temporary team of practitioners was formed.

…

At this time, Mu Taoren was walking out with Song Mengyun, Chu Ruixue, and Tuoba Qingcheng, preparing to leave Hidden Sword Villa.

"Wait a minute, Master Mu, your White Crane Temple has always been a clear leader in the world of cultivation. I hope we can invite you to come with us this time so that we can take care of each other." The middle-aged scribe looked around for a while and then saw the person in front of him.

Mu Taoist, who was about to leave, called him from a distance.

Compared to those sword cultivators who lost their flying swords and whose strength was greatly reduced, Mu Taoist's strength is a real golden elixir stage perfection.

Gong Yangzang naturally wanted to fight for such a strong support.

"The old Taoist priest will not get involved in your sword cultivating matters. With my young master here, I think there won't be any big trouble." Taoist Mu shook his head and refused bluntly.

"Stinky Taoist, what are you talking about!" Jing Kuangjian slapped the table, and the table on the rostrum was immediately turned into powder with one palm.

"The old Taoist priest's strength is limited and there is nothing he can do to help. By the way, I would like to advise you not to go there." Mu Taoist said, walking towards the outside of the villa without stopping.

"Mu Zhenren, are you really unwilling to help? Do you know something?" The sect leader of Tianjian Sect frowned and said.

"You don't want to be kidnapped by morals, the skills of an experienced Taoist are not that cheap." Mu Taoren flatly refused.

Immediately, the Mu Tao people left Hidden Sword Villa, leaving behind everyone who looked embarrassed.

...

On the other side, Ye Xiao was hanging on the flying sword and slowly flying towards the back mountain.

Because the flying sword killed someone, Chuxue's sword flew swaying as if he was drunk.

Just like this, one person and one sword landed at the end of the group of swords.

However, Ye Xiao is not in a hurry. Since someone is controlling the sword group, if you follow Feijian, you will definitely be able to see the person controlling everything.

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"

The sword light flew extremely fast, and after flying in the air for a while, it lowered its flying altitude.

He flew into the woods and walked through the mountains behind the Hidden Sword Villa.

"Bang bang bang"

Wherever it passed, it was like a razor, completely erasing the entire mountain forest, leaving a very obvious trace.

After flying in the woods for about five minutes, the sword group finally arrived at an open area.

"This is Sword Pond!"
Chapter completed!