Wang Yan walked past the people of the World Association. The gang members looked at Wang Yan's figure, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, and fearing them like tigers.

"Gangmaster, do you want it..."

Wen Chou Chou shook the chicken feather fan in his hand, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said to Xiongba.

"No, this person's skill has reached the first-class level, you are not his opponent!"

Xiongba looked at Wang Yan who was walking further and further away, and his heart was filled with huge waves and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

At this time, the world came to a new age and was about to show its ambition. But a young warrior who emerged from somewhere was able to fight with him at a young age, and was even far stronger than him in terms of understanding. Although his internal strength was stronger than the opponent, Xiongba was not sure at all to keep him. He could only suppress the murderous intent in his heart and let Wang Yan leave.

After coming out of Lingyun Cave, Wang Yan planned to go to Zhonghua Pavilion to find Tianjian Wuming, hoping to get Wuming's guidance. Although Nie Renwang is also a top-notch player in the world, he is much worse than Wuming. Therefore, when Nie Renwang has no skills to teach, seeking more powerful people to guide him is the most effective way to improve himself.

By chance, when he saw Xiongba by chance, Wang Yan found that he was not as powerful as he thought. His martial arts skills were not much different from those of the Nie Renwang, but his internal strength was much stronger. Although he took one step ahead of the Nie Renwang at the realm of a first-class warrior, he still had an insurmountable distance from his innate nature.

As a force in the world that can be directly compete with the world, Wushuang City has many strong people in the city, and at the same time, it is mixed with fish and dragons. Wuming lived in seclusion here and has never been discovered, which really corresponds to the ancient saying "The big hidden in the city."

Wang Yan looked up at the plaque in the restaurant. The three big characters "Zhonghua Pavilion" were written in dragons and snakes. The characters were upright and the center of gravity was particularly stable. They had the momentum of starting to shake Kunlun and crossing the five mountains. The shape of the characters was also straight and not slanted. A vast aura was deeply restrained in it, without any leakage of sound and color.

"Everyone says that the words are like the person, it turns out that's true!"

With a sigh, Wang Yan stepped up to the second floor, and the waiter immediately came up to meet him when he saw this.

"Do you want to stay in a hotel or be a top player? The chef of the small shop has been a master for decades, so you will definitely satisfy you." The waiter followed behind him and said diligently.

At this time, Wang Yan was holding the Fire Lin Sword in his hand. Although he was wearing coarse cloth clothes, his face was full of heroic spirit. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was a young warrior. Such a person was very generous and most generous when he first entered the world. The waiter also took this eye on this and followed.

"Pree a pot of good tea, and two more buns!" Wang Yan said.

"That's all!"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the waiter curled his lips in disappointment and went downstairs.

"It looks like five or six people, but I didn't expect it to be a poor man!"

Wang Yan's internal strength has reached the top, and the waiter's muttering sounds are heard in his ears, which makes Wang Yan sigh.

After riding for more than half a month, Wang Yan's tongue had almost recovered, but no matter whether he was eating or drinking, he still smelled of herbs. For more than half a month, he had been clear water buns every day, and it was almost fading out of the birds. But the reality was so helpless. If you want to completely remove the strange smell in your mouth, you probably would have to spend half a month.

After swallowing the buns in a few bites, Wang Yan paid the bill in the contemptuous gaze of the waiter. Although he wanted to leave here quickly, he could only think of his purpose of coming here with shamelessness.

"Please report to your shopkeeper, and say that Wang Yan, a disciple of Nie Ren, asked for a meeting!" Facing the waiter's disgusting gaze, Wang Yan clasped his fists and said.

"Snow-drum mad sword King Nie?"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the waiter's breathing stopped and his eyes immediately became very sharp.

After a moment, the waiter nodded and turned around and left.

"I'll report to my master immediately. I don't know whether to see you."

Wuming lived in seclusion here, except for a few people, no one else knew about it. Moreover, the King of Nie Renhe was also the number one person in the world. Although the other party did not say it clearly, if he could ask for his master here, he must know his identity. For the sake of reason, the waiter should ask Wuming for instructions.

The time has not passed for too long, and the waiter is back in less than a cup of tea.

"My master is invited, please follow me!"

The waiter led the way in front, Wang Yan followed closely and quickly moved to the backyard.

"My master is inside, please, please!"

The waiter pushed open the door of the backyard, bowed to Wang Yan and turned around and left.

Stepping into the courtyard, Wang Yan didn't look around and saw the person sitting in the courtyard at a glance.

At this time, a long gray cloth gown was not as good as a warrior, but she sat there as if the center of the world, attracting all her eyes.

"Wang Yan, a disciple of the Nie Renwang, pay homage to Senior Wuming of Tianjian."

Wang Yan could not feel the power of Wuming, but he believed in his intuition. Moreover, there was only this person in the entire courtyard except him, so he must be Wuming.

It is rumored that Wuming is the fate of the lonely star in the Tiansha. All the people close to him will not die well. His parents died early, his lover was killed, and his brother turned against him, causing Wuming to kill the top ten sects in anger. The entire Zhongyun Martial Arts Formation was once depressed. Later, he blocked the invasion of Japanese warriors and shocked the little ones. Each man and his sword made the supreme reputation. In the end, he realized that the martial arts world were all people who were greedy and were in power. He could not help but retreated from the martial arts world and lived in seclusion in Zhonghua Pavilion. He condensed his lifelong insights into the sword, created an inexplicable sword technique, and achieved a generation of martial arts myth.

Wuming is a legend, but it is also a tragedy. He is obviously the number one in the martial arts world in the world, but he has been injured. He was assassinated by his disciples, poisoned, and plotted, and basically did not play any role except a famous reputation. He was instantly played and beaten up when he appeared, how unlucky it would be. However, this did not affect his position in Wang Yan's heart at all.

Wuming was miserable all his life, but he had a sense of righteousness in his heart. All kinds of hardships did not change his heart, but instead made him more persistent. Although he often missed major events because of his kindness and soft-heartedness, he was still a hero of a generation.

"I didn't expect that with Brother Nie's indifference, he would even accept disciples, but it seems that there is something extraordinary."

Ring pointed to the seat in front of the stone table and signaled Wang Yan to sit down.

"Senior, praise it!"

Wang Yan held his fists and bowed, and sat on the stone bench.

"Did Brother Nie ask you to come?" Wuming asked.

"No, I am a junior, and I plan to challenge the strong people from all walks of life. After passing by, I come to pay my respects." Wang Yan replied.

"I know very little about my seclusion here, and it does not include Brother Nie. How did you find it!"
Chapter completed!