On the way, Mu Lingxi told Zhang Ruochen another thing. After he pretended to die, Xuan Ji Sword Saint took Huang Yanchen as his disciple.

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that the reason why Master did that was actually helping him protect Huang Yanchen.

In this way, Huang Yanchen had a sword saint as his backer. Even if the people from the Holy King's Mansion of the East Region were quite dissatisfied with her as her heir, no one dared to touch her easily.

Zhang Ruochen just silently remembered this kindness from Master.

"Since Yanchen has arrived at Liangyi Sect, Master should have arrived too!" Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

Zhang Ruochen also wanted to meet his master. After all, Master helped him a lot. As a disciple, how could he not pay homage?

The outer sect area of ​​Liangyi Sect is not only a place for outer sect disciples to practice, but also dozens of cities have been built.

Every city is a trade.

Among them, the five cities have the longest history, cover a vast area, abundant spiritual energy, and are no less prosperous than the royal city of a county and country. Therefore, the Liangyi Sect sent a large number of people to empty the five cities, specifically to receive guests.

There are two months left to be the Sword Contest. The five major cities are now quite prosperous and lively. There are traffic on the streets, and monks from various forces can be seen everywhere.

Although it is a sword competition, in addition to the sword monks, there are also many other monks who join in the fun.

The monks from major forces in the Eastern Region were placed in Shentai City.

The Sword Contest invited all the sword cultivators in the world, including the Wushi Money House, the Black Market, the Demon Cult, the imperial court... and there were many conflicts and hatreds among the major forces. Even though the Liangyi Sect had sent saints to take charge of the five major cities, they still had conflicts at any time.

"Sister Chen and the genius of the Holy King's Mansion in the East Region live in Lanyu Inn."

Suddenly, Mu Lingxi stopped and said, "I...I won't go with you..."

"Swish!"

Mu Lingxi's figure flashed, turned into a graceful phantom, rushed into a lane, and disappeared.

"Lanyu Inn."

Zhang Ruochen walked forward, came to the center of the street, looked at the inn on the left, hesitated for a moment, but finally did not walk in.

"Senior brother, senior brother, are you drinking tea? Junior brother, I just came back from Qianlishan Mountain, do you want a bowl of Wu Yinjian?"

Next to the street, an inner disciple wearing a blue Taoist robe set up a tea stall and was staring at Zhang Ruochen with a smile on his face.

Zhang Ruochen walked over, found a table to sit down, and said, "The inner disciples are also coming out to set up a stall?"

The inner disciple's skin was quite dark, looking twenty-seven or eight years old, and his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm.

He brought a bowl of tea and put it in front of Zhang Ruochen, and smiled and said, "Senior Brother, you are a Holy Distribution. For you, the Sword Contest is naturally a grand event of a storm. However, for us ordinary inner disciples, we cannot participate in the Sword Contest at all, so of course we can only take this opportunity to earn a spiritual crystal."

Zhang Ruochen was wearing a green Taoist robe, and he was obviously a disciple of the saint of Liangyi Sect.

That's true. The inner disciple was very respectful to Zhang Ruochen and did not dare to neglect the slightest.

"It is said that the Fog Hidden Spike can improve the spiritual power of cultivators, but it is a rare good tea. How many spiritual crystals are there?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"I dare not take my senior brother's money." The inner disciple smiled.

Zhang Ruochen smiled, took out a top-level spirit crystal and handed it to him.

Next, Zhang Ruochen looked at Lanyu Inn opposite the street while drinking tea.

The Lanyu Post Station is very gorgeous and quite vast. Cultivators come in and out at any time, and many of them are descendants of the Saints family.

"Boom!"

The stone slabs on the street were slight vibration.

After a moment, a ball of hot flame rushed over from the end of the street, and a wave of heat spread out in all directions.

"Ga!"

In the flames, there was a blood golden crow more than ten meters long. It pulled a gorgeous car frame the size of a palace and parked outside the Lanyu Inn.

The Blood Golden Crow is a lower-level barbarian bird of the sixth level, and can explode the combat power of the first-level semi-saint level. When it lands outside the Lanyu Station, the breath emitted out makes all the monks around them extremely frightened.

Zhang Ruochen was also moved, looked at the frame, and said, "I actually used the Blood Golden Crow as my mount. I don't know who is in the frame?"

In the tea shed, the inner disciple was trembling all over, and he didn't dare to show his vigor. He whispered: "Senior Brother, you don't know anything. The person in the frame is a very amazing figure."

"We are also here to participate in the sword contest?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"That's right."

The inner disciple nodded vigorously and said, "Also, he will definitely be the first person in the sword competition, and no one can compare with him."

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "It's not necessarily true! The Kunlun world has hidden dragons and creeping tigers, and there are many talented people. Who dares to say that he must be the best in the world?"

"Others may not dare to be the number one, but he must be able to do so. Because he is the young lord of Wanxiang City and the descendant of the Sword Emperor, Xue Wuye." said the inner disciple.

"It turned out to be him." Zhang Ruochen said.

One of the four great swordsman holy places in Kunlun Realm is Wanxiang City.

Eight hundred years ago, the city lord of Wanxiang City, Xue Hongchen, was the best in the world in swordsmanship, and was known as the "Sword Emperor".

Eight hundred years later, Xue Wuye, the young city lord of Wanxiang City, emerged from the sky. The sword master was chasing the sword emperor with his talent and was known as the first sword master in the Kunlun world in five hundred years.

I really didn't expect that before the sword contest was reached, I met this person first.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen became a little expectant of Xue Wuye. He didn't know who would be stronger than the Sword Emperor when he was young?

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed and he looked at the gate of Lanyu Station.

Huang Yanchen walked out of Lanyu Station, wearing a goose-yellow robe, revealing his snow-white and slender neck. The royal blue length hangs straight down from the top of his head, like an iceberg, and a faint cold air radiates from his whole body.

Seeing Huang Yanchen, Zhang Ruochen's eyes showed bright light. It has to be said that she has indeed lost weight a lot after only a few months of not seeing her.

"Smoke and Dust..." Zhang Ruochen's heart was quite bitter.

If it weren't for the imperial edict from Empress Chi Yao, maybe he and Huang Yanchen had married. How could there be so many twists and turns?

On the frame of the Blood Golden Crow, a beautiful girl in white walked down.

She had a bun on her head and a thin sword on her back. She looked like she was sixteen or seventeen years old, and she looked very beautiful.

The girl in white walked to Huang Yanchen, bowed and said, "Miss Yanchen, my young city lord invites you to visit Shentai City together."

Huang Yanchen glanced at the girl in white and said, "No interest."

Then, she walked up the street with her hands on her back, still as cold as ice. There seemed to be no human touch on her.

"Swish!"

The girl in white had a very good cultivation. She moved her footsteps gently and turned into a series of white figures, appearing in front of Huang Yanchen again, saying, "My young city lord is sincerely invited. If the girl continues to refuse, the young city lord may be very sad."

A cold light appeared in Huang Yanchen's two dark blue pupils, and he said, "Go and tell Xue Wuye, if he dares to continue to provoke me, don't blame me for being polite."

In the tea shed.

The inner disciple said, "Senior brother, are you strange? What a romantic figure in the young master of Wanxiang City. With his talent, his family background, and his appearance, even the most arrogant woman in the world, it may be difficult for him to resist his charm."

"But he fell on the same woman three times in a row. I really don't know how that girl Yanchen was so inhumane?"

"Besides, there are so many beautiful women around Xue Wuye, but why do you want to provoke her? Strange, it's just strange."

Not far away, a cool look on the face of the girl in white showed, and she said, "No woman has ever rejected the young city lord three times in a row, Huang Yanchen, you are shameless."

"Swish!"

The two fingers of the girl in white pinched into a sword technique. The sword on her back flew out of the sheath, dragged out a long sword light, and stabbed Huang Yanchen.

I have to say that Xue Wuye is indeed powerful. Even if he is just a maid around him, he is a top-notch sword master and has cultivated to the realm of clear sword heart.

"I really didn't expect that the people in Wanxiang City were so arrogant and unreasonable."

Huang Yanchen's face remained unchanged, but there was a cold light in his eyes. He also pinched the sword technique and summoned a holy sword.

At the same time, a rich holy energy surged from her eyebrows, flowing around her delicate body, forming a holy energy field.

"stop."

In the frame, a young man full of magnetic voice sounded: "Golden heart, who allows you to be rude to Miss Yanchen? Why don't you apologize to Miss Yanchen immediately."

"Young City Lord..."

The girl in white stared at Huang Yanchen with cold eyes, and had no intention of coming forward to apologize.

"If you are so disobedient, you won't have to follow me again in the future." A faint voice sounded from the frame.

A confused look appeared on the face of the girl in white. Knowing that the young city lord was already angry, she hurriedly walked forward and bowed to Huang Yanchen: "I'm sorry, Ningxin shouldn't have offended Miss Yanchen just now, please forgive me."

"snort!"

Huang Yanchen snorted coldly, put away the sword, then turned around and left, disappearing into the crowd on the street.

On the frame, a handsome young man sat on the white fox fur carpet, picked up a glass wine glass and tasted the wine.

On both sides of him, four beautiful women with a beautiful national beauty stood on each side, each carrying a sword, all with a cultivation level in the Yulong realm. Two of them even reached the ninth transformation of Yulong.

The girl in white named Ningxin was just standing at the end of the left.

On the left, a sword servant closest to Xue Wuye, holding a jade flute with bright eyes and white teeth, said, "Young City Lord, why bother to make trouble for yourself, but to provoke the disciples of Xuanji Sword Saint?"

Xue Wuye smiled slightly and said, "She is not just a disciple of Senior Xuan Ji, but also has other identities. Anyway, I have a deep meaning... You won't be jealous, right?"

"You should know that I don't like jealous women. If so, no one can accept that I am too kind to other women, please leave now so as not to be sad in the future."

Xue Wuye looked at the eight sword servants, but saw that they were still standing there without leaving.

Suddenly, he sighed, obviously a little disappointed.

Then, Xue Jinwu pulled the frame and left Lanyu Inn.

"Junior brother, the tea is good."
Chapter completed!