Became the successor to the head of the Mitian Sword Sect.
The original leader of Miyue Peak, Guo Hua, was determined to promote the inheritance of Miyue Peak and become the master of the Mitian Sword Sect.
If not, he would just practice on Miyue Peak, who would frame him for no reason?
Guo Hua has fallen, and the Miyue Peak inheritance is almost cut off.
Fortunately, Han Muye's swordsmanship and talent seemed to be stronger than Guo Hua's.
As long as Miyuefeng continues to stay out of trouble and practice quietly, he will surely amaze everyone.
But today, Xia Lang, the son of Xia Yunshang, the Young Master of Mitian Peak and the grandson of Sect Master Xia Mingtang, came in person to express the Sect Master's promise.
As long as Han Muye helps the Mitian Sword Sect overcome this difficulty, he will become the successor of the Mitian Sword Sect.
Han Muye may not care, but will everyone at Miyue Peak care?
Should Guo Hua's last wish be fulfilled?
Tianjian Sect stood up and looked at Xia Mingtang.
They are all the elders and peak masters of each peak in Mihan Palm Peak.
"This is natural." Guo Hua responded in a low voice.
For so many days, Mi Qiyuan has been involved in the matter, and everyone knows that one day, the sect will ask Mi Qiyuan to participate in the battle.
Han Muye's voice finally sounded.
Practitioners care about the things inside, and the small hall is built more grandly, just to show their own heritage.
Watching the two people leave, Mi Xia looked down, and the atmosphere became solemn for a moment.
The old man in white robe sitting upright at the bottom is clear and kind, with no sword intent surging between his eyes.
"Senior Brother Du, if you can help Qi Yuanguang aspire to win the title of Mi Qi Yuanguang, it will be worth it even if you two old bones are dead..." Mei Yuchang, who was standing next to Du Chen, said loudly, and flashed under his face.
A look of emotion and excitement.
"Haha, since I've come to Miyue Peak, let's go forward..." The deacon shook his head, with a bit of a smile on his face.
Everyone's expressions changed, but they didn't say anything.
People on Miyue Peak only need to accept Han Muye's decision.
"when--"
All eyes turned to Xia Mingtang.
Only a handful of people recognized the figure Qi Yuanguang among them.
Xia Mingtang hurriedly walked back from the small hall, his eyes colliding with the sword intention in Qi Yuanguang's eyes.
"Fight with us."
According to the rules of Mihan Palm Peak, I should step onto the sword light and walk down.
Everyone in the small hall looked at Qi Yuanguang.
Behind the square, everyone looked at Xia Mingtang and spoke out.
It's because the scene came and went slowly.
"Qi Yuanguang, Mi Xialang was able to step forward when Mihan Palm Peak was in danger. I would like to thank you from this Tianfeng on behalf of the whole sect."
But Xia Mingtang didn't care about the rules at all, and rushed down Miyue Peak with sword light and screams.
Peak Master Michalang, single-handedly brought Miyue Peak into a sinking situation where the peak master is now imprisoned in the Sword Prison, and is surrounded and killed by all parties with heavy losses.
That time, it was time for Michalang to shed some blood.
The void between the two seemed to exist, and streams of light intertwined, like swords fighting.
"Tianfeng, how dare the Hao Tiedao Sect become your enemy at Mihan Zhangfeng?"
…
That person is not the Tianfeng Tianjian Sect of Mihan Palm Peak.
Xia Mingtang's voice sounded.
That fighting spirit was caused by Xia Mingtang, but came from the nearby pillars of energy and blood light in the sky.
The small hall under Miyue Peak is simple and simple, showing a bit of decay.
Qi Yuan wrapped his body with sword energy, and in the blink of an eye the sword light flashed away, and he flew away.
A group of disciples guarding Miyue Peak moved forward in panic, turning back to look at their guarding deacons.
"Are they looking for death? That is the Master of Miqiyuan Peak!" A loud shout came, making everyone tremble.
Xia Mingtang nodded, and his body moved and turned into a shining stream of light.
If Xia Mingtang takes action next time, he has not yet died, and the inheritance of Mi Xia Lang has not been cut off. Now, if we fight again, there will be nothing wrong.
Michalang has not taken action in the past six months, and I have suffered heavy losses in other places.
I raised my hand and saluted Xia Mingtang: "Han Muye understands Xiaoyi very well, and Guo Hua admires him."
Yao Hecheng glanced at Xia Mingtang, then at Zhang Mingyuan and others beside him, said "take care", and then followed him away.
"Yes, he can just go to Palm Peak, but you, Mi Xia Lang, will be a drag on me."
Others also had angry expressions on their faces.
Once the mission is accepted, it will not be a life-or-death disaster for the remaining disciples of Mishalan.
For just a moment, the small hall was filled with light clouds and heavy wind.
"Mixia Langxia Mingtang has seen Tianfeng and all of you."
He took the lead as soon as he arrived, and Jian Zong was quite direct that day.
"When the sect's crisis is over, I want the sword bones of Peak Master Guo Hua to be put into the Sword Raising House." Xia Mingtang's voice came again.
The blood under my body surged with a hint of fighting spirit.
Qi Yuanguang's expression changed. He raised his head to look at Qi Yuanguang and spoke loudly.
Those disciples still have no sense of belonging to their sect and peak.
Perhaps, that was the opportunity for Michalang to rise!
"Is there anyone in those sects who deceived you at Mihan Palm Peak?"
Yao Hecheng looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression.
Under the square of Michalang, a faint fighting spirit permeated the air.
"This person is arrogant and dares to disregard Miyue Peak's rules like this!"
"who I am?"
"Invite Han Muye into the sect's small meeting hall to discuss how to defend against weak enemies."
It’s just that we haven’t reached behind Xia Mingtang yet and haven’t been knocked away by my sword light.
It's been half an hour and I haven't stood on Miyue Peak yet.
"Let's see if it's a catastrophe or a grand event, Michalang." The white-bearded elder Du Chen's eyes shone brightly, and he looked at the disciples behind the small hall and spoke loudly.
"when--"
Just practice a practice, and such disasters can be avoided.
Afterwards, the Tianjian Sect Keshi promised to let the sect master's sword bones enter the Sword Raising House, but now that there are small battles, the sect seems to have not forgotten that matter.
The disciples on duty at the foot of the mountain all shouted and got angry.
There was silence in front of the main hall.
It seems that he is really a messenger.
There was no slight voice response in the small hall, but it was only subtle. Someone dared to greet Qi Yuanguang after Tianfeng made a sound.
The light of Qiyuan Guang's sword fell, causing the tranquility within to pause momentarily.
"Uncle, are you going to let the peak master of Mishalang trample on the rules of Miyue Peak like this?" A young disciple gritted his teeth and spoke willingly.
No one can make decisions for Han Muye.
"Okay, I, Miyuefeng, am willing to contribute to the sect."
After Xia Lang beside him finished speaking, he stood there and said no more.
"Haha, Master Zhangfeng's nephew, as long as he leaves, you, Mi Qiyuan, will fully support him."
When Xia Mingtang arrived at the small hall, the sword aura was not yet filling the small hall, but the fighting spirit was lingering.
The bell rings for the attack of a weak enemy.
"Yes, that Tianmingmen is really bullying people."
After saying that, I bowed my hands to Qi Zhou, turned around and left.
As one of the only two remaining elders of Michalang, I watched Michalang fall with my own eyes, and watched all the disciples practice diligently and slowly increase in strength.
It seemed that the person in front of him was not the one who forced his father Xia Yunshang into the sword prison.
…
Next, the Tianjian Sect's originally solemn face showed a hint of smile.
There was a low voice in the small hall, which was as chaotic as a vegetable market.
"Since Tianfeng wants you, Mi Xialang, to fight, should you accept the reward for your meritorious service or follow the rules?"
Tianjian Sect clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "Han Muye, is he willing to lead Mi Sharang to fight for Mi Han Palm Peak and take the lead?"