In the afternoon, Mo Hanshan and Qin Niang arrived at the foot of Mount Hua in a carriage, and then the couple got off the car and headed up the mountain together.

Huashan is steep. Even with Mo Hanshan’s current skill, after using his light skills to take Qin Niang up the mountain, the sky has already darkened.

"Who?" As soon as Mo Hanshan and Qin Niang walked out of the pine forest, they heard a cold shout, and then a simple-dressed young man flashed in front of them.

In the darkness, the young man who could not see the faces of the two people took action directly, and the fists and palms were used to thrive, which made the surrounding pine branches tremble.

Puff...Puff... The sound of qi fighting and the sound of fist and palm collision continued to sound. The young man who was shocked all over the body staggered back, and Mo Hanshan couldn't help but shake his shoulders, and took two steps back to stabilize his figure. Then he smiled and said, "It's not bad! Boy, it seems that the kung fu with your master on the mountain has not been in vain in the past few years, and he is almost catching up with his master."

"Master?" When the young man heard Mo Hanshan's voice, he hurriedly stepped forward and looked carefully. Then he couldn't help but kneel down in surprise and said, "Master, are you back? Chengzhi pays homage to Master's wife!"

"Okay, okay, get up!" Mo Hanshan also smiled and stepped forward to help Yuan Chengzhi up, patted his shoulder and said, "Boy, you're grown up!"

Yuan Chengzhi, who scratched his head and smirked, hurriedly called Mo Hanshan to sit in the stone house not far away, served tea, and then prepared dinner with the mute.

After eating and drinking, the four of them went to rest separately because it was already late.

In the middle of the night, in one of the stone houses, Mo Hanshan, who was sleeping on the stone bed with Qin Niang, suddenly opened his eyes and heard the sound of orangutans coming from outside. They were two orangutans raised by Yuan Chengzhi since childhood.

Mo Hanshan, who quietly stood up, opened the door silently and saw a figure outside holding a thin bamboo tube to blow.

The man's face changed drastically when he saw Mo Hanshan. Without waiting for him to move, Mo Hanshan had already made a move like lightning and slapped it out with a palm. With a "puff" sound, the thin bamboo tube had already entered the man's mouth and shot out from the back of his neck, bringing out a blood light.

Uh... the thin man with wide eyes widened, his thin face twitched slightly, and without even a scream, his body fell back weakly.

Mo Hanshan, who snorted coldly, had a illusion, and he headed towards the stone house where Yuan Chengzhi lived not far away...

As soon as Mo Hanshan approached the stone house, he could only hear a "puff" sound, as if there was a palm slapping on his body, but it seemed that there was no force. Then the sound of his body falling to the ground. At the same time, a tall figure staggered back to the door. The bald man was very conspicuous under the moonlight.

With a muffled sound, he stepped forward and slapped Mo Hanshan on the back of the man's head like a slap in death. With his palm turned around, he patted his shoulder from the front, and sent the tall figure who was bleeding from the seven orifices outside, and then stepped into the stone house.

At this time, Yuan Chengzhi was already unconscious in the stone house. Mo Hanshan went up to check, then got up and lit a candle, picked up a pot of herbal tea on the table, and poured it on Yuan Chengzhi's face.

Soon, Yuan Chengzhi, who had woken up in a daze, couldn't help but wonder when he saw Mo Hanshan: "Master, what's going on? Just now..."

"You kid, you have practiced all your skills in vain and have no sense of prevention at all!" Mo Hanshan, who was sitting at the table, said angrily: "A thief just now came up to the mountain and fainted with the incense. If you hadn't been on the mountain and had noticed it, you would have become someone else's meat ticket at this time."

As Mo Hanshan spoke, he stood up and walked out. Yuan Chengzhi hurriedly followed. When he came to the door, he saw a tall bald man lying outside on the ground with blood on his seven orifices. Yuan Chengzhi couldn't help but say, "Master, have you killed him? Who is he? Why did he come to our Huashan?"

"Husband!" At this moment, Qin Niang also heard the movement and put on her clothes and asked, "Husband, what's going on?"

"They are disciples of the Shiliang Sect. They came here to find the secret treasures left by the Golden Snake Langjun," Mo Hanshan said.

Jinshe Langjun? Yuan Chengzhi was a little confused when he heard this, but Qin Niang couldn't help but look slightly moved. Over the years, wasn't the reason why Mo Hanshan had the reputation of the Golden Snake Hero because he had used the Golden Snake Cone of the Golden Snake? At first, people in the martial arts world thought he was the Golden Snake Lord, but later they gradually felt that he was not, and regarded him as the successor of the Golden Snake Lord.

Seeing Yuan Chengzhi's puzzled look, Mo Hanshan then explained: "This Golden Snake Lord is a strange hero, both good and evil. I will tell you about his story tomorrow. Chengzhi, go and wake up the mute, and you two will deal with the bodies of the two disciples of the Shiliang Sect."

"Yes, Master!" Yuan Chengzhi, who responded respectfully, quickly turned around and ran towards the stone house where the mute lived not far away.

Early the next morning, Mo Hanshan was practicing martial arts in the open space beside the cliff of Xifeng Peak. The seemingly simple and slow movement gave people a feeling of being as fairy as an immortal. Mo Hanshan held a strange weapon like a black slender dagger in his hand, which looked extremely sharp. There was a faint cold light on the blade under the sun, and blood grooves were opened on both sides. There could be vaguely seen dark red blood stains, like military spears, and like long-range flat spear heads...

Swish... Swish... Mo Hanshan seemed to slowly wave the black blade in his hand, but it seemed to cut the space... and slowly as Mo Hanshan combined his body and footwork, his figure was like a illusion, and the black blade in his hand also turned into phantoms, making the surrounding space slightly distorted, and the faintly captivating cold and sharp aura spread out...

"Master..." A clear shout came. Yuan Chengzhi, who was flashing from a distance, saw the blurry phantom where Mo Hanshan was, and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly and stare at him with a look of surprise: "This..."

"Chengzhi, come and practice with your master!" The figure opened his eyes and looked at Mo Hanshan who was smiling. Before the phantoms around him had completely dissipated, the figure rushed straight towards Yuan Chengzhi. The black blade in his hand turned into a cold light and stabbed directly towards Yuan Chengzhi.

Keng... Yuan Chengzhi hurriedly drew his sword to block it, and flew away with a slight shock. He saw Mo Hanshan catching up with him like a ghost, and the black blade in his hand stabbed him again like a maggot.

Yuan Chengzhi, who was busy using Huashan's sword technique, felt that the black blade in Mo Hanshan's hand could predict what sword move he used every time, blocked it in advance, blocked the sword in his hand with the smallest force and the most clever angle, and resolved the power of the sword move, making Yuan Chengzhi feel that the sword in his hand seemed to be trapped in a mosquito in a spider web, and the more he struggled, the harder he could break free.

In the end, the black blade in Mo Hanshan's hand stabbed directly and poked slightly, and then it was like a little poking. First, he hit the sword in Yuan Chengzhi's hand near the sword body, which made his palm ache and he almost couldn't hold the sword. Then, the black blade in Mo Hanshan's hand stabbed Yuan Chengzhi's wrist like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, scaring him so much that he hurriedly stopped and pulled the sword in his hand to block it.

Keng... At this time, Yuan Chengzhi's sword that could not be held tightly was knocked by the black blade in Mo Hanshan's hand and flew out immediately. The black blade in Mo Hanshan's hand was still chasing Yuan Chengzhi, forcing him to retreat continuously...

"Haha... Chengzhi, you lost!" Mo Hanshan, whose black blade tip was almost pressed against Yuan Chengzhi's throat, stopped, looked at Yuan Chengzhi's forehead, sweating protruding, and his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but smile.

After Mo Hanshan withdrew his hand, the black blade in his hand disappeared while his hand had disappeared. Yuan Chengzhicai couldn't help but ask with lingering fear: "Master, what weapon are you? You are so powerful and terrifying!"
Chapter completed!