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Prince Han and Xu Xian separated in Yunshan Pavilion and rushed into Nangong Quan's bedroom. He was eager to report to Nangong Quan the news of the trip to Tiandu City, as well as the news that Ling Yunfeng and the others were being hunted by Rakshasa Hall.

But when he hurriedly opened the door, he found that Nangong Quan was not in the bedroom at all. The quilt was folded neatly. Nangong Quan, who usually looked slovenly, had tidied his room.

Originally, Prince Han was planning to risk being scolded by Nangong Quan, but he did not expect that he was not in the bedroom at all.

"Is it possible that the sun is out in the west today, so the master went to the martial arts training ground so early?" Prince Han thought, the martial arts training ground in Yunshan Pavilion is different from the other two elders.

It is the residence where the disciples are hidden, as if Nangong Quan's practice of martial arts by his disciples is some kind of shady secret.

However, he really couldn't place the training ground where the main entrance of Yunshan Pavilion was, because if Nangong Quan, who was always idle, was seen by outsiders, he wouldn't know how the Tianshan sect was delaying his disciples! Not to mention Yun

Shan Pavilion is also the palace closest to the entrance in Kunlun Realm. Sometimes Mu Yunfei can't figure out why Mu Yunfei would let this guy be the face of Tianshan Sect.

Thinking of this, Prince Han didn't even have time to close the door, so he turned around and ran away.

Because Yunshan Pavilion is a branch established relatively recently, there are only more than 80 disciples in total, including the 20 disciples who were just admitted at the recruitment meeting, and Luo Tianyang is naturally among them.

Among these eighty disciples, there are nine inner disciples, Prince Han accounts for one of them. Bai Si has not returned from abroad, so there are only seven inner disciples left.

Tianshan Sect’s sword training is divided into morning training and afternoon training.

In the morning, the disciples of each branch will practice swordsmanship under the leadership of their respective masters. In the afternoon, the disciples of the three sects will gather together and practice swordplay together on the widest training ground at the main gate of Kunlun Realm.

There were more than a few hundred people, and the scene was spectacular. This was also what Nangong Quan proposed. As early as hundreds of years ago in the Tianshan Sect, disciples of each branch still practiced under the leadership of their respective masters.

Nangong Quan suggested that disciples from each branch could practice swordplay together and learn from each other's strengths, which would be more conducive to the competition and development of the disciples.

In the final analysis, it was just an excuse for his laziness. Nangong Quan had never participated in this lunch practice in decades.

Mu Yunfei also agreed, but after Mu Yunfei's death, Mu Yunqi no longer allowed the Tianqianmen disciples to practice swordsmanship with them. In his eyes, he was their best master, Sikong Yi, Yin Mingyue

, especially what can Nangong Quan give them?

"Senior Brother Wang is back."

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang is back." When the sword-training disciples saw Prince Han hurried into the training ground, they all put down their swords and gathered around him.

"Senior brother, senior brother, is Tiandu City fun? Is it noisy? Is it prosperous?"

"Hey, senior brother, where is senior brother Bai Si who is going with you?"

"Yes, yes, haven't Junior Brother Xu Xian and Xu Kun come back either?" Several disciples were shouting around Prince Han.

Many of them have not been down the mountain for many years

, because the gate of the Tianshan Sect is not something they can enter or leave if they want. If they want to go down the mountain, they must get the master's permission, otherwise it will be considered as going down privately, so they are full of daydreams about Tiandu City.

Others were concerned about the other disciples who were going with him.

"We'll talk about those things later. Where's the master? Where's the master? Qu Songming, where's the master?" Prince Han didn't see Nangong Quan's figure when he was looking from a distance, so he looked around at the trees around him.

Just in case Nangong Quan was drinking or falling asleep in the tree.

The man named Qu Songming is an inner disciple of Nangong Quan, ranking fourth.

He looks short and fat, so he gives people a naive impression, but he is actually a golden immortal.

"Master, he's not here!" Qu Songming scratched his forehead, leaning on the ground with the tip of the sword in his hand.

"Isn't he often absent? Brother Wang, don't you know him yet? When have you ever seen the master come to see us practice swordsmanship so early? Normally at this time..." You can't tell a person's face. This little fat man turned out to be a talker. His

Prince Han of Fire Land was eager to talk nonsense and wanted to give him a slap in the face.

"I said, where is the master?"

"Master? I saw him in the morning. Don't tell me that the master got up early today. He went to the kitchen first in the morning and ate three fried dough sticks. I even chatted with him for a while, as if he was about a call.

..." Qu Songming, who was belatedly aware of this, did not realize that Prince Han was already rolling his eyes at him and continued to speak slowly.

"Where did he go? If you keep nagging me, believe it or not, I'll chop off your pig's head with a knife!" Prince Han didn't even bother to talk to Qu Songming. He pulled out an inch of the silver sword in his hand and exposed it.

Cold light.

"Master is teaching Junior Sister Yan Qingcheng's skills in Tiansongya!" Qu Songming was so frightened that his eyes widened and he shrank his head, revealing the layers of his chin.

"If you had said no, it would have been over, wasting so much of my time." Wang Zihan glared at him angrily, took back the sword in his hand, and turned to leave.

"Senior brother, what's going on? You're so angry." Just as he turned around, the disciples behind him left and started talking.

"Yes, yes, I have never seen my senior brother like this. Isn't he usually very elegant and easy-going?"

"It can't be Senior Brother Bai Si and Junior Brother who are dead!" Someone suddenly screamed softly.

Prince Han heard these words, but he didn't pay attention at all, and he didn't want to explain to them. He knew that if no one rescued Bai Si and the others, they might really become three dead bodies.

Prince Han was walking down the martial arts training ground. Just as he was about to leave Yunshan Pavilion, a disciple in Tsing Yi suddenly blocked his way.

"Who is it again?" Prince Han was really about to get angry, but he took a closer look at the person coming and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Because the man with a straight face and a green robe in front of him was Luo Tianyang, who had just entered the profession.

Prince Han naturally knew that Luo Tianyang and Luo Qingshui had a close relationship.

"What's wrong with Qingshui and the others?" Wang Zihan met Luo

When the sky meets the sun, I feel that he always has the same face, as if someone owes him a lot of money.

"They didn't do anything, they were just having fun in Tiandu City." Wang Zihan dodges his eyes and blunders.

"Nonsense, you are so nervous, something must have happened to them!" Luo Tianyang suddenly took a step forward, and Zhou Zhen was filled with anger.

It has only been a few days, but his strength seems to have improved a lot compared to when he was just like a mountain!

"Nothing happened to them." Wang Zihan's voice gradually became lower. He was so domineering to Qu Songming just now, but he softened when he came to Luo Tianyang. It was true that he was soft and not soft.

"That's right, we got separated, and then they were targeted by people from Rakshasa Hall, but don't worry, Junior Brother Bai has already gone to pick them up." After much hesitation, Wang Zihan finally said it. After all, Luo Tianyang has the priority to know.

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"Rakshasa Hall!" Luo Tianyang read out these words fiercely.
Chapter completed!