Mo Wangchen asked curiously, and there were three wooden houses on the top of the mountain.
Come to think of it, besides Fatty and Zhang Yue, there should be one more person who is right.
"Now there are two of us living there, but before, there was one other person."
The fat man nodded and said this.
"Lin Feng?" Mo Wangchen narrowed his eyes.
When he first came to this mountain, he felt that there was a familiar kendo law flowing in the air here.
He thought it was just an illusion, but at this moment, he was probably sure that Lin Feng once lived here.
"Fat man, what are you yelling about outside? You're making so much noise that I can't even practice peacefully."
Suddenly, a voice came from the wooden house, and immediately, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old walked out of it.
She spoke to the fat man first, then noticed Mo Wangchen's presence and couldn't help but frown.
"Who is this? Didn't I tell you that outsiders are not allowed to come here? What if it disturbs the aura of law left by Brother Lin Feng?" The woman was none other than Zhang Yue.
Everyone said that this woman had received the true inheritance of Lin Feng, but because she had always lived in the Sword Sect and rarely went out, few people knew about her strength.
"Uh... this... he... he is... Lin Feng's friend!"
The fat man spoke in a daze, obviously very afraid of Zhang Yue. In the past, he was often bullied by Zhang Yue.
"Well, that's it, this person is a friend of Junior Brother Lin Feng!" As he spoke, the fat man kept blinking at Mo Wangchen.
"Brother Lin Feng's friend?"
Zhang Yue was suspicious, obviously not believing it, and she also saw the way the fat man was blinking. She immediately yelled, "You damn fat man, you dared to let people go up the mountain, and now you dare to lie to me here. I think you have to deal with it again."
Alright?"
"What are you talking about? The son of my dignified sect leader is so stupid. Can you speak more politely?" The fat man trembled. He was obviously a person who was obsessed with face. At this moment, in front of Mo Wangchen, he didn't want to lose face.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of swords whistling. Zhang Yue drew her sword and made a move to kill him, "Ah! Little ancestor, I was wrong!"
The fat man immediately became frightened and hid behind Mo Wangchen.
"Wait a minute."
Mo Wangchen opened his mouth and then said to Zhang Yueyan, "He didn't lie. I am indeed Lin Feng's friend."
"How to prove it?"
Zhang Yue obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't continue to take action.
In the past, Lin Feng traveled all over the world and made a great name. Although he has left Tiannan now, he should still have many of his former friends. Maybe the Mo Wangchen in front of him is actually one of them.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen smiled, stretched his palm fingers into the void, and in an instant, derived the law of his sword.
"Bah!"
He condensed his sword with the law and slashed towards the endless sky. This sword was copied by Mo Wangchen according to his own memory, the sword that Lin Feng Hengkong used to kill Yan Rudao on the birthday of Emperor Xuan Sheng.
Although at this moment, he really copied it, it only had its shape but not its meaning.
"Hate the snow with cold heart?!"
Not far ahead, Zhang Yue had a surprised look on her face, "This is one of the moves of Xue Zhai's swordsmanship. Han Xin Hate Snow is one of Brother Lin Feng's most powerful moves. Do you really know him?"
"Sir... er... Lin Feng has helped me many times, so the two of us naturally recognize each other." Mo Wangchen said with a smile.
Then, he described Lin Feng's appearance and his character according to his memory.
"Do you really know each other?"
On the side, the fat man was a little dumbfounded. He told Zhang Yue just now that Mo Wangchen was Lin Feng's friend. In fact, he was just lying. But how could he have expected that this strange young man was actually friends with Lin Feng?
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"I know most of Brother Lin Feng's friends, but why haven't I met you? Moreover, what level has your cultivation level reached?" Zhang Yue frowned.
When Mo Wangchen copied Lin Feng's sword skills just now, he felt that there was a shocking aura in the sword light.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen smiled without saying anything. He put his two fingers together and pointed towards Zhang Yue in the air.
In an instant, the sound of swords roared into my ears, and a sword light slashed straight towards Zhang Yue.
Facing this sudden scene, both Zhang Yue and Fatty were shocked.
"Crack!"
Zhang Yue raised his sword and swept across it, neutralizing Mo Wangchen's attack.
But soon, the opponent's second sword struck again. She didn't have time to think about anything, and her cultivation was pushed to the extreme, and she resisted with all her strength.
The third sword, the fourth sword, until dozens of swords later...
Zhang Yue had already discovered that Mo Wangchen did not want to kill him, but that the other party was giving some kind of instructions.
The intensity of each attack was just within the range that she could barely bear. This was forcing her into a desperate situation, thereby stimulating her potential.
On the side, the fat man also saw what Mo Wangchen meant, and did not act rashly, but stood there and watched quietly.
He was stunned and felt that the scene in front of him must be that he was dreaming. The young man in white didn't look big, but his strength was terrifying to the extreme. Even a swordsman genius like Zhang Yue could not help but pale in front of him.
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Finally, after Mo Yue Bai Sword, Zhang Yue could no longer bear the pressure, her body was weak and limp, and she knelt on the ground, gasping for air.
"Damn it, a swordsman genius a hundred times better than my little ancestor!"
The fat man was filled with excitement. Among the younger generation, apart from Lin Feng, he had never seen anyone who could force Zhang Yue to this extent.
Although he really wanted to kneel down immediately and worship Mo Wangchen as his master, so that he could teach him his shocking swordsmanship, so as not to be bullied by Zhang Yue again in the future.
But now, seeing Zhang Yue's appearance, the fat man ran over worriedly and helped him up, "Are you okay?"
Zhang Yue shook her head. After a while, she took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
However, when she and Fatty looked at each other again, Mo Wangchen had long disappeared.
"Everywhere in this Sword Sect is filled with the rules of swordsmanship left by the ancient sages. It is indeed a holy place for sword practitioners..."
At this moment, Mo Wangchen had already left the mountain top, and he was walking within the Sword Sect.
Because the Seven Meridians martial arts competition was going on in the square, other places in the Sword Sect seemed much deserted.
Not long after, he came to a rock wall.
The extremely high mountain rocks are full of vicissitudes of life. There is an ancient sword halfway up the waist, and half of the sword body is nailed into the rock wall.
Under this sword, there is a huge lake, Shenjian Lake!
Mo Wangchen looked around and saw a figure on the mirror-flat lake.
This is a middle-aged man. He is sitting cross-legged above the lake with his eyes closed, and his whole body is exuding a sword energy that rises to the sky.
The middle-aged man is none other than the leader of the Sword Sect, Nangong Mie!