In early summer, when the sun shines during the day, the streets and alleys of Changling are already hot, but when the sun sets, the streets and alleys shrouded in darkness quickly cool down, so many people in Changling have been covered in thin cotton coats in spring.

Mo Ying walked towards the beautiful residence of the moon in the night, just like in the past.

He walked through the bamboo forest, walking slowly while pondering the sword poses that Wang Jingmeng told him yesterday.

His mind was completely immersed in it, and he almost hit the bamboo in front of him several times when he turned the road.

But not far from the gate of Luoyue Yaju, he suddenly raised his head, and all his attention was instantly attracted by a young practitioner.

The young practitioner was about the same age as him. In the night, he could only see that he was wearing a black single dress and his side face was visible.

With just a side face, Mo Ying could be sure that the other party's age should be almost the same as his. At the same time, he could be sure that he did not know this practitioner.

However, it is certain that this young practitioner should be very strong.

Because at the moment when he saw this young practitioner clearly, he felt a trace of inexplicable chill and arousal on his skin.

This feeling is like just entering the sword library and seeing a famous sword hanging in front of me that had just been unsheathed.

Where did such a strong man come from?

This thought had just emerged in Mo Ying's mind. Before he could speak out, the young man who had arrived at the gate of Luoyue Yaju had already turned around.

This is a very handsome young practitioner. The most impressive thing is that his nose is very sharp, straight and beautiful, but at the same time, it also makes the man look very cold.

"You should be Mo Ying from Tianyi Pavilion?"

The young man just glanced at Mo Ying and asked.

Mo Ying was slightly stunned and nodded subconsciously, "What are you?"

"Wenguanyue has no sect or sect, but she has learned swords from my uncle since she was a child." said the young practitioner.

Mo Ying looked at him curiously. He heard that the other party had a Guanzhong accent and couldn't help but say, "Are you from Guanzhong?"

The young man nodded and said, "It's just that I arrived in Changling ten years ago."

Although Guan Yue answered questions and answered this article, his tone was cold. Although he was a similar peer, Mo Ying felt that he didn't know how to talk.

He paused slightly, feeling that the other party came here, which was naturally related to Wang Jingmeng, so he asked again: "Where are you here?"

"I'll ask how Wang Jingmeng's injury is."

Wen Guanyue said: "I have been out of the mountain for fourteen days... I have seen it gradually become impatient."

Listening to his first half, Mo Ying thought that he and Wang Jingmeng were old acquaintances and were concerned about Wang Jingmeng's injuries, but listening to the second half, Mo Ying immediately reacted, "Do you want to compete with him in a sword?"

Wen Guanyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and he was about to answer, but at this moment, he suddenly stopped.

In the faint night, a girl happened to walk out of the courtyard where Luoyue Yaju was in front of him.

The girl had a quiet mind, just like a girl next door, without any aura, but there was a sword around her waist.

Wen Guanyue's pupils contracted slightly, and then returned to the same as before.

He recognized that it was the jasper sword he wanted.

"This sword is in your hands now?"

He took a breath slowly, without moving, and then said directly to the girl.

Yan Xinlan had already seen this young practitioner. Listening to this mindless question, she looked at the person with some confusion and said, "What?"

"I want to win this sword."

Wen Guanyue said this, paused for a while, then looked at Yan Xinlan and said, "I think I am more worthy of this sword."

Mo Ying was not far behind him. Hearing this sentence, his face suddenly became a little ugly.

This sentence is not only rude, but also a bit arrogant.

Yan Xinlan glanced at Wen Guanyue and did not reply immediately.

"Before I came, I naturally thought that this sword was in Wang Jingmeng's hand." Wen Guanyue looked at her, still standing there without moving, and said, "Since he has been searching for Changling Sword Master to compete with swords, I thought of using this sword as a bet and I will challenge him, and the winner will win."

His voice was very loud.

Perhaps it was intentional that the entire Luoyue Yaju should be able to hear it.

Mo Ying's brows frowned deeply.

He couldn't help but want to say something, but at this moment, he heard familiar footsteps.

"This sword is not mine from the beginning, this sword is originally her sword."

The voice of Wang Jingmeng, whom he was familiar with, rang out.

Wang Jingmeng's figure appeared not far behind Yan Xinlan.

Wen Guanyue felt unhappy, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought that Wang Jingmeng's words meant an excuse to refuse.

But before he could speak something, Wang Jingmeng looked at him and continued: "If you want to use this sword as a bet, you will naturally not look for me, but for her."

"she?"

Wen Guanyue was stunned.

When he was stunned, Yan Xinlan glanced at him again.

At this moment, there was a little indescribable aura in the calm.

"You want my sword, what are your bets?" Her voice rang.

"If I defeated him, this jasper sword will come to me. If you defeated him, I will serve you for three years." Wen Guanyue looked at her and said.

Yan Xinlan nodded and said, "Yes."

Wen Guanyue laughed.

When his smile just appeared, many sharp airflows appeared around him.

"If you don't want to compete in this sword, tomorrow at noon, the river will be on the banks of the dead," said Wang Jingmeng.

Wen Guanyue was a little surprised and his brows frowned.

"I have been injured for seventeen days and have not competed with anyone in swords."
Chapter completed!