Meng Ran stood outside the Zhenwu Sect, narrowing his eyes and looking at the scenery halfway up the mountain. ↖ Top↖ Xiao↖ said, x.

A long gown was pressed against him, and it was covered with dust, and the original color could no longer be seen.

His face was yellow and thin. From a distance, he looked like a down-and-out scholar. Even the wooden long sword in his hand was used as a crutch for transportation by him, and it seemed to be a decoration.

Although the Zhenwu Sect is located, it is towering like a cliff. At this time, Meng Ran could only see the shadows of some buildings within his eyes.

He sighed, and the mountain wind blew, causing a few coughs. He leaned on his sword and slowly crawled towards the Zhenwu Sect.

In the world, the fist is the biggest.

Although Qin Mu was not very famous, his actions in the capital three months ago were not something that the forces in the martial arts world could underestimate. In just a few dozen days, the name of Zhenwu also resounded throughout Jiuzhou.

Some people gritted their teeth, while others looked down on it.

Some people are even more excited and are waiting for the storm to come.

Like Meng Ran, there are many people on the mountain alone. As he walked along the way, people kept passing by him and heading towards Zhenwu Sect.

These people were dissatisfied with Qin Mu's reputation and tried to step on Qin Mu's throne; some of them admired Qin Mu's skills and wanted to learn from their masters. The rest were all over the place, and they were spies from various forces. Outside the Zhenwu Sect, there were still mixed things.

But Qin Mu seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a group of ignorant villagers and two empty and majestic buildings.

This time, the challengers are naturally sarcastic. Even those who are determined to become disciples are extremely disappointed. This place of Zhenwu was occupied by some wine and meat lovers. They were seeking pleasure and no one came to stop them.

In this way, the forces of all sizes in Jiuzhou do not know the true depth of Qin Mu. They only said that he was as timid as a mouse. The more outrageous the rumors at the time, they laughed louder today. However, because of the forces behind them, they had long regarded Qin Mu as a dead person, so naturally they would not clarify for him.

Meng Ran, however, ignored the expressions of the people around him and walked slowly on the mountain road.

Above the cliff, bursts of laughter came.

Until he walked up the mountain.

Along the mountain road, there were a group of rich men from the world, eating meat and drinking. They were so happy. Most of them were thick men with muscles and greasy figures. They looked at Meng Ran in surprise, then looked at the scabbard covered with soil, and bursts of laughter suddenly burst out.

Meng Ran seemed to be unable to hear their ridicule at all, turned to look at the smoky scenery on the mountain, staring at one place, and became immersed.

The seemingly Meng Ran's ignorance angered the strong men in front of him. A black-faced man in the lead stood up with a cold smile on his face. He raised his hand and touched the long sword in Meng Ran's hand.

"I'm as thin as a monkey, but I dare to take a sword?"

The palm of the palm fan's big palm fan brought a tremor and a tremor. Meng Ran's body shook a few more times, and it really responded to the four words "weak and can't help but wind".

Others looked like they were watching the show, and the smile on the big man's face became a little bigger.

Meng Ran moved his fingertips and picked up the hilt of the sword in his hand.

It was obvious that the scabbard was made of wooden, but others seemed to see a trace of fire when the sword blade was unsheathed.

It was like a meteor crossing the horizon, leaving only a trace of blood in the strong man's throat.

The people around him took a breath and retreated more than three feet away.

People in the martial arts world have more kung fu than kung fu in their hands. This weak scholar is obviously a ruthless man with a sword beheading.

Meng Ran, however, ignored the expressions of the people around him and was still staring at the void in front of him.

"You are a smart person."

A faint sound came from the air.

I saw that it seemed that the light was bright and generous around me. Even the two buildings on the mountain had been transformed. The round altar began to gradually reveal a red light, while the half-moon-shaped hall seemed to have all the stone skin on its surface, revealing the inside of gold and jade.

In front of Meng Ran and others, a group of people appeared.

Qin Mu and Linglong Guisheng and the others were standing in the void just now. Linglong had big eyes staring at Meng Ran in a pretty way.

"I waited for three months, but you are the only one who has some understanding."

Ignoring those people in the world who were like ghosts, Qin Mu looked at Meng Ran in front of him with a smile, and said casually: "What's the matter if you come to my Zhenwu Sect?"

After establishing his own sect, Qin Mu had no intention of caring about the people coming and going, so he set up this formation. He was not a person with a sharp mind or extremely profound cultivation, and he was afraid he could not see it at all, so he trained two disciples in the mountain.

There is another meaning, which is to see if there are some unconventional jades in this world that have not been collected by the seven major sects.

Speaking of which, whether it is martial arts or immortals, it is really a serious elite education. If it is not materially developed, the so-called ideal of national promotion will inevitably not be realized.

Not to mention the fact that one is poor, rich and powerful, is the essence of martial arts and the improvement of personal strength.

In this world, the strong will always win, and the winner will become stronger, so the strong will become stronger and the weak will be weaker. Who will use resources to the weak in this world?

Therefore, the role of genius was infinitely magnified in this Jiuzhou world.

It’s just that Qin Mu is different from others. He doesn’t care about the spiritual body, holy body, and he only attaches great importance to the will or spirit of his disciples.

This illusion array was prepared for those who have extraordinary spiritual awareness.

But in the past three months, there have been many people coming and going, but the only one who saw that it was strange was Meng Ran in front of him, which surprised Qin Mu.

Meng Ran pursed his lips and solemnly placed the sword in his hand on his chest to speak.

"Meng Ran from Qingzhou, come to worship the mountain"

When others heard his name, they were shocked again.

Even Qin Mu was familiar with him. When he turned his head, he remembered the origin of the name, raised his eyebrows and looked at the half-large boy in front of him:

"No Return Sword?"

Wuhui Jian Meng Ran is actually about the same age as Qin Mu, but his reputation in the world in his early years was much higher than Qin Mu.

He himself is the son of a small family in the world, and he had a reputation for precociousness in his early years. However, when he was eight years old, his family was destroyed by his enemies, so he could only hide in the dark room and escape.

In other words, five years later, Meng Ran was just in his early thirteen years old and was already a native of the Great Zhoutian. With a long sword, his combat power was far superior to his peers. He destroyed the enemy's family and avenged the deep hatred.

Now he has been more than three years. He is looking for the famous master to challenge him everywhere. Although it is not a victory in every battle, his terrifying swordsmanship has made him among the top swordsmen in the world. It is rumored that in just ten years, he will be the number one sword in the world. Now, there are not many people in the world who dare to speak out and defeat him.

But today I came to Zhenwu Sect.

Meng Ran's eyes did not fluctuate at all, but looked at Qin Mu coldly, and the sword in his hand began to tremble.

Qin Mu seemed to have not felt the sword energy of the person in front of him. He stared at the boy who was only sixteen years old but had a vicissitudes of life for a while and asked, "Why are you coming to me?"

"They said you are the best in the world."

Qin Mu knew who "they" were.

This is the best in the world, and it is a bit sincere and malicious, and everyone can see clearly.

"So you came for the best in the world?" Qin Mu's mouth curled slightly, and his eyes fell on his hand holding the sword. Although Meng Ran's body looked a little shaped and erect, the hand holding the sword was extremely perfect, and his slender fingers seemed to be carved out.

"Of course, if I learn martial arts, I will naturally be the best in the world. If I win, you give me this mountain gate. If you win, my life will be yours."

Meng Ran's words seemed to be a little sharper than his sword.

Qin Mu smiled, looked at him with some pity, and said, "I don't know if you are the best in the world, but I don't want your life."
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