Mu Hanfeng and the other two untied their swords and left, and they couldn't help but calm down in front of the mountain.

"It's time for noon to go up the mountain! I'll come to understand the mystery of this sword-removing stone later!"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Changlin brushed his sleeves and said aloud:

"What do you think?"

"That's exactly what it means!"

Mr. Lan retreated his eyes and responded.

Although they wanted to see the reactions of the people coming to Wanjian Villa, they were mostly attracted by the stone tablet.

Mu Hanfeng could see that there was mystery, so they could naturally see it too.

“That’s right.”

Assimilation of the Jin in the Great Dragon Gate, Yuan Baifei from the True Gangdao looked at each other and nodded.

Zhao Changlin threw it casually, and the flowing light penetrated the mountain wall, and it was completely out of the handle.

Jin Chenghua and Yuan Baifei also both threw out their own weapons and sank into the opposite cliff.

Only Lan Da took out the weapon and handed it to the disciple of the Chivalrous Sect who was welcomed by the guests not far away:

"I wonder how did Master Wang Quan say when he erected this stone tablet?"

The others also looked at the disciple.

The disciple of the Chivalrous Sect was stunned at first, then he restrained his expression, controlled his posture, learned the tone in his memory, and said calmly:

"If I had to attack the mountain, I would probably have the Shura field in the world."

Lan Da and the others felt admiration.

The words of this Taoist Wang Quan were very obvious. Once the sword was lifted up the mountain, no one would be harmed.

In the dullness, absolute confidence is revealed.

Of course, this is limited to Xie Jian going up the mountain.

However, with this sword-removing stone, the only one who can hold the sword to go up the mountain is probably the only one with the powerful Divine Vein.

The divine vein has merged into the body and it is impossible to unplug the sword.

Because the magical vein sword and weapon are separated from the body, it has a separate name.

Soldiers.

As several people went up the mountain one after another, many other martial arts people had nothing to say.

Such masters have all pulled their swords to the mountain, what else do they have to say?

Immediately, these martial arts people took off their weapons.

The few disciples who were welcoming guests also retreated and allowed many martial arts people to go up the mountain.

The steps of Wangquan Mountain are thick and flat, as if they are piled up by large stones.

Mu Hanfeng walked forward.

Mu Fengliu couldn't help but speak, "Uncle Qi, why did you unlock the sword like this? Doesn't it make people think we are afraid of Taoist Wang Quan?"

Mu Hanfeng kept saying, neither salty nor lightly:

"What's the point of having a sword in your heart, but not a sword in your hand?"

Mu Fengliu looked speechless:

"Uncle Qi, can't you speak well? Can you still play the game with your nephew?"

Mu Hanfeng twitched his mouth and said:

"You're right, you're really afraid."

"ah?"

Mu Fengliu was stunned.

It is said that he is Uncle Qi, but Mu Hanfeng is only ten years older than him, but his qi has condensed. He is also an absolute master and a genius in the world.

Moreover, he is unruly and often dissatisfied with the older generation.

Is this so frightened?

It would be fine if I met someone, but it was just a stone tablet.

But Mu Qingliu interjected thoughtfully:

"Uncle Qi, do you think that stone tablet has other mystery?"

"good!"

Mu Hanfeng praised and looked at Mu Qingliu:

"If I expected it would be right, there is a divine will of the king's Taoist king. If I insist on walking with the sword, I am afraid that I will stimulate that divine will."

"Just for such a small thing, a divine will is left behind?"

Mu Fengliu was a little surprised and confused.

What's the difference between bringing weapons up the mountain or not?

If you are not intentionally an enemy, you will not be an enemy even if you are willing to be an enemy. If you are determined to be an enemy, a sword-removing stone will not stop all enemies.

"Just like my Wanjian Villa, no swordsmen are allowed to enter."

Mu Hanfeng's eyes are faint:

"This person is here to set rules."

"Set rules..."

Mu Fengliu closed her mouth.

Wang Quan Mountain is not high, only dozens of feet. With the footsteps of a few people, it naturally takes less than a moment to reach the top of the mountain.

.,....

The three-wheeled sun hangs high in the sky, radiating golden lights, shining on the continuous snow fields.

"Dafeng, it's been a long time since I came here for twenty years! Wang Quandao, the Taoist of Wang Quan, has gone from a dying old man to the top of the world in just two years, and even Hong Ri was killed by him..."

The sheep and snake paced on the official road full of snow.

His body is tall and tall, but he is wearing a long gown like a occupant, which makes people worry that his clothes are being burst.

A mist was emitting all over his body, which was faintly visible, and it was obvious that his face and facial features were constantly changing.

Men, women, young and old, handsome and ugly are all free to change.

"The old guy Hongri has been relying on his seniority for so many years, but he died just so soon. Unfortunately, his beautiful disciple, named Bai Xian'er, seems to have not seen anyone for a long time..."

The sheep snake said to himself, but its pace was extremely fast, and several ups and downs had passed through the long official road.

Seeing the Mount of Wang Quan standing at the end of the official road:

"I wonder if this Taoist Wang Quan accepts the position of the next sect leader...

Invitation!”

As the wind and snow roar, faint words float in the wind and snow.

.........

The top of Wang Quan Mountain is flat, as if it was cut by a sword.

A brand new Taoist temple stands at the end of a white jade-like platform. The Taoist temple covers little land, and it only looks like a few miles.

The top of the mountain is very quiet, but there are not without people, there are many people.

Mu Hanfeng looked up.

I saw that there were about two thousand people sitting on the big platform, leaving a wide gap in the middle.

Following this gap, you can see it.

At the end of the road, before the Taoist temple, there was a Taoist in white.

He sat beside him the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Wang Jianlong, the chivalrous hero Wang Yunhaitian, the three seals of Huangjue Temple, and the Sanmu Monk.

Behind the Taoist, there is a gate with two colors, two strange figures surrounded by black and white swimming fish.

The figure was unprecedented, with black in white, and white in black in black, and merging around. At a glance, there was an indescribable Taoist connotation.

The Taoist sat in front of the strange figure, his face was calm, but his breath was heavy and deep, like a mountain like a deep sea, and like the starry sky hanging high in the sky.

It makes people feel at a glance and feel free and can't help but fall into tranquility.

He could feel that the huge mountain top was already shrouded in an invisible and intangible aura.

The reason why thousands of people gathered was silent is because of this Taoist.

"Such a powerful divine will!"
To be continued...