Chapter 550 Old Friend

Lijing Town.

Lijing Town is now the largest town by the lake, even better than Milin Town in the center of Milin County. This place has been riddled with holes. The Li family did not mention the county system of Milin and divided this place into towns. In terms of governance, the more dispersed the population is, the less it can compare to Lijing Town.

The restaurant was buzzing with people, and people were coming and going on the light red wooden steps. There was a monk sitting on the top floor with his shaved head, staring at the wine glass quietly.

The people who can drink and have fun here are not ordinary people, most of them are young people with the surname Wang. Several guests looked sideways and were frightened in their hearts. After a quarter of an hour, they ended the banquet in a scattered manner and dispersed in a hurry.

There were no people in the restaurant immediately, and the number of pedestrians around became sparse. The monks in white armor gradually appeared in the crowd. Li Chenghuai led the people over, and when they got to the bottom of the restaurant, he quickly walked up without hesitation.

Nowadays, there are many transfers in the Li family, and many positions are vacant. As his cultivation and age have gradually reached enough, he works under his elder brother Li Chengliao. He is Li Xizhi's biological son, and Li Chengliao often relies on him in everything.

But as soon as he entered the building, he was quickly stopped by a middle-aged man in white. His face was somewhat handsome, and he showed the calmness of a middle-aged man. He was very powerful and solemn. He said softly:

"The young master is a descendant of Qingdu. It is not appropriate to come in person. I will go up and meet him."

This person was An Siwei. Behind him, Chen Yang was dressed in black. His eyebrows were slightly apart, and there was a hint of uneasiness and suspicion in his eyes. Li Chenghuai nodded and the two of them stepped forward.

After stepping on the vermilion steps, the monk was sitting in front of the table. The table was filled with good wine and meat, which seemed to have been taken from the neighboring table that left in a hurry, looking a little embarrassed.

He didn't say anything, just picked here and there with chopsticks, and stared blankly.

Seeing the two people coming up, An Siwei cupped his hands and said softly:

"I've seen the master! I, Mr. Li, am thinking about it...I don't know about the master..."

The monk's eyebrows were slightly short. Although his face was clean and his hair was cleanly shaved, he could still faintly see his resolute temperament. He tapped the two pairs of jade chopsticks lightly and said:

"Ms. Li is prepared for danger...so capable..."

His voice was hoarse, but there was an implicit coldness to it. After hearing his clueless answer, An Siwei became suspicious and said in a deep voice:

"But he is so thoughtful and dull that he cannot hear the Zen words clearly. What does the master mean..."

The monk poured the wine and replied in a low voice:

"I once said that Li Tongya and Li Xuanxuan were ambitious. I never believed it, but after seeing the results, it may not be unbelievable."

The wine made a crisp sound in the jade cup. An Siwei could hear the disrespect and felt very unhappy, so he only replied:

"It seems that the master has heard something...but after all, the current situation is changing and fate is at stake. The outcome cannot be determined by a single judgment."

When the monk heard the word destiny, he smiled and asked:

"Who are you, An Jingming?"

An Siwei's face darkened as he heard this, he paused for a breath, and finally replied:

"It's my dear brother."

Just after he finished answering this sentence, the three of them felt the cold wind blowing against their faces and rustling. The young man in white appeared in the building, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said softly:

"My Excellency, Li Xijun, has met the mage."

Although the Li family was not a Taoist, he could still estimate the strength of his opponent. Li Xijun only felt that this person was dignified and threatening, and he felt a little wary.

The monk sat still and replied hoarsely:

"Wumu Temple, Xumu, I have met Taoist friends."

'It's him…'

Li Xijun only felt familiar. He had captured two people back a few days ago. The old Dao Fuyuan from Xiaoshi Mountain was affected by Wu Mu Lianmin and was deliberately released by the mage to find out the news.

He mentioned the name of this mage, who was Xumu, and Li Xijun only said coldly:

"The mage is really good at using his body as a monk to peek..."

Xumu waved his hands disapprovingly and replied softly:

"It's just a little trick."

He stared at Li Xijun's eyebrows for a moment, as if recalling something, and said:

"I have something left with the nobles. I want to see Li Xuanxuan... I wonder if he is still alive?"

Li Xijun was silent for a moment and waved to An Siwei. He quickly went to Qingdu. Master Xumu pointed to the seat opposite him and said with a smile:

"Xi Jun, please sit down first."

Xumu then said:

"I have also heard of Li Tongya in the north. He did great things... but it's a pity that he died later. All the grudges were in vain in the end, right?"

Li Xijun was wary of the means behind his words and did not respond easily. Xumu took out a copper sword from his sleeve, and the cold light made his face bright. He said softly:

"I also fought against him when I was young. I had a common name at that time."

He turned the sword over and whispered:

"Yu Mujian."

Suddenly, you could hear needles dropping in the restaurant, and the atmosphere became quiet and strange. Chen Yang stood aside and felt that the hair on his body stood up, as if he was on the edge of a knife, and he was in a dilemma.

Li Xijun looked calm, put one hand on the sword, and said softly:

"It turns out to be senior."

Xu Mu responded, and the atmosphere became gloomy again.

"Crunch."

But they saw the old man coming up hurriedly. Li Xuanxuan was holding the magic weapon ax that had not been used for decades. His clothes were a little messy and he just stared at the two of them.

"Qiang!"

Li Xijun had already drawn his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground, protecting the old man behind him. He had crushed a piece of jade with his other hand and stared closely at the monk in front of him.

Xumu sighed and replied:

"Long time no see...Fellow Taoist Xuanxuan."

"Your Excellency is..."

Li Xuanxuan was stunned when he heard this, and stared at his eyebrows carefully twice, but these eyebrows were somewhat familiar. He searched carefully in his memory twice, and finally overlapped with a monk.

He was horrified and his lips trembled slightly:

"You...you're actually back!"

"The sharpness of its advance is the speed of its retreat. The green edge is hidden before it is unsheathed."

Xu Mu sat quietly, staring at the bronze sword. The cold and bright light shone on his white and clean face. His voice was hoarse:

"When I was young, I used my sharp edge for everything. I left my clan angrily and went to the northern border. I killed demons and practiced swordsmanship. I walked thousands of miles and crossed Taihang."

"If you put your feelings on the sword, everything will be in vain. So looking back for a hundred years, the eldest brother was exhausted and his body was destroyed and his family was destroyed. The middle brother was exposed and burned himself to stop the fierce enemy. The younger brother sought immortality to survive, but was killed by the enemy..."

At this moment, hair was slowly growing on top of Xu Mu's head, and his body gradually became much taller. He seemed to have returned to the demeanor of Yu Mu Jian back then, but there was still only a sword in his hand in his eyes.

"Senior Tongya said that Xumu has been thinking about it for so many years, and now he thinks he can do it, so he came back to get the sword."

"Click."

The gloomy white air spurted out from his five orifices and washed through the restaurant. The wooden steps sprouted branches and quickly decayed. The steamed chicken on the table struggled twice and grew hair. The white air screamed twice, then turned into dust and disappeared.

The impact of the white air hit his face. Li Xijun drew his sword and swung away. He lifted the two of them and sent them outside the restaurant. Chen Yang was farther away and wiped some of the corners of the white air. A few pieces fell off the hem of his gray clothes. silk.

As Yu Mujian breathed out, the white energy was already spurting out. The white energy in the five orifices gradually stopped, but the white energy was still spurting out from under his robe. He said coldly:

"I wonder how much Xijun has obtained the true inheritance of Li Tongya."

Li Xijun sheathed his sword, made a seal with one hand, stopped the white air coming from him, and said calmly:

"There are many mortals here. Master, please go to the lake to compete with me."

Yu Mujian narrowed his eyes slightly, drew his sword and stepped forward, and in an instant he appeared on the lake. Li Xijun took another step and also appeared, and ice and snow fell from the sky.

Yu Mujian turned the copper sword upside down and placed it on his waist. His copper sword was round and rough, without edge or edge, and shone with a dark yellow brilliance. The white air swarmed towards the sword, converging into a vast expanse of white, rolling like running water. He road:

"This sword is called [Copper Tibetan]. It is made from copper from Yanshan Mountain, water from Shaoming Mountain in the North Sea, and fire from Cituo Mountain in Yinghua County..."

Li Xijun lowered his eyebrows and looked at him carefully, his heart sinking slightly:

"This sword is strange...I don't know if it can be defeated. Qingdu Mountain is a foundation-building formation. How could he go crazy? At least the juniors will be fine."

He didn't move his sword and replied:

"The name of the sword is [Han Lin]."

Yu Mujian suddenly drew his sword, and suddenly he saw white air spreading like a sea and waves from the lake like a white curtain. The cold light was like a blade, making a hissing sound and sinking with great force.

The white blade flew across the lake, seemingly slow but actually very fast, causing the water in the lake to surge and suffocating people's hearts. The [Tu Jun Kuiguang] that Li Xijun had been preparing for a long time was released immediately.

He put two fingers together, and dozens of white air spurted out. The sunflower light fluctuated and turned into cold snow and wind as thin as pine needles. They gathered together and rushed towards the white air.

As soon as Li Xijun finished casting the spell, he immediately raised his sword without waiting for the result. The slender blade danced with a fierce snow-white light. The strange phenomena around him were washed away completely, but now the snow slowly started to fall again.

Yue Que's sword arc brightened for a moment, breaking through the turbulent white air like a sea and waves. Yu Mujian could see it clearly, and his eyes showed excitement. He took a step forward and swung the sword again.

At this moment, a light suddenly lit up above his head, and the dazzling light flowed down. Yu Mujian's heart skipped a beat. The bright colors emerged, and the white stone bricks condensed one after another, fitting closely together, and transformed into a A huge pass city gate came out.

"Where did the thief come from! How brave!"

The city gate was towering, with many lines engraved on its two white door legs, mysterious witchcraft, and high eaves and teeth. Standing on top of it was a young man in a Taoist robe, cursing in shock and anger.

He had to raise his head to draw his sword, but there was a bright light in the city gate, hazy, as if facing a blazing sun, pulling away the white air in the air, making his face hurt.

Li Ximing was really shocked and angry. He had practiced in seclusion for many years and knew that it was not easy for his family to be summoned by Qingchi. He paid attention from time to time. Li Xijun had already prepared a way to call him.

Now he was awakened by Li Xijun's method for the first time. He hurried out and saw white air surging on the lake. Shi Xiu drew his sword and killed his younger brother. He was angry and full of murderous intentions.

He only activated the rolling cultivation in the sea of ​​qi, regardless of losses. Every white masonry in the "Huangyuan Pass" emits light, and the white in the pass is even more dazzling, illuminating brightly. Yu Mujian He was suddenly attacked, so he didn't panic and just stretched out his hand to catch it.

Now he pulled a long piece of cloth from his sleeve, shook it in the air, and a piece of golden mantra fell out. They were all like tadpoles, lingering in the air, forming a golden shield to protect him.

Most of Shi Xiu's methods are difficult to judge. Li Ximing couldn't tell whether his method was a magical weapon or a spell for a moment. He suppressed Huangyuan Pass with just a thought.

"Boom!"

This bright white pass crashed down. Yu Mujian hid for two times, unable to escape. Huangyuan Pass pressed directly against the golden shield. The bright light flowed, and the power of suppression began to move. The golden light collided, emitting a crackle of white gas. .

Li Xijun's head had already broken free from the white air, stirring up a sheet of snow-white, cool and fierce. He raised the long sword in his hand and threw out three smart and cunning white lights, which were submerged in the white air.

Yu Mujian just pressed against Li Ximing's Mingguan, paused for a moment, and the spell on his body made a sonorous sound, and then he freed his hand to resist the wear and tear. Halfway through the spell, he had to frown and stop.

He swept away the white air in front of him with his sleeves, grabbed it with two fingers, and forcibly restrained a stream of light. The white sword light kept struggling in his hand, making harsh friction sounds.

Without enough time to react, he reached out with his other hand again and pulled away a stream of light. Only then did he have the opportunity to draw out the copper sword from his waist, white air spurted out, and flushed away the two streams of light.

When he took back his original hand, there was already a small hole on the back of his hand. Yu Mujian didn't take it seriously, and closed the bloody hole with a light touch.

"good!"

He was not angry but happy. When he saw this set of sword moves, his eyes burst out with surprise and joy, his face was full of joy, and he sighed:

"What a great sword move! What a method! What a fantastic idea! It doesn't stick to the form, it's like coming from the sky... You haven't understood the true meaning. If the founder comes with the sword, the three flowing lights will make me spin around!"

He recited with joy, but after such a toss, the golden light on his body had flickered on and off. "Huangyuan Pass" was specialized in suppressing and polishing, and it could turn gold into sand in one breath. Its power should not be underestimated.

Although Li Ximing does not have any outstanding skills or fighting experience, the current skill is a real fifth-level skill. In the later stage of foundation establishment, he can use all his strength to attack. In terms of the immortal base's suppression alone, it can be compared with the three sects. There was no difference between the outstanding direct lineage. Even Yu Mujian had to temporarily put away his wandering thoughts and showed a look of surprise.

My family knows their own affairs, and his golden spell shield is not an ordinary spell. It is one of the top spells in Wumu Temple. After decades of cultivation, ordinary foundations are difficult to shake, but after a few breaths, it becomes somewhat It’s too much to take.

He only freed his hand, white light emerged, supported the Mingguan with one hand, pulled out a golden spell with the other hand, pinched the incantation to cast the spell, and said:

"The empty prison case, all human kindness..."

After the man vomited the mantra, he stretched out the hand holding the Ming Pass, symbolically shaking the pass. With a slight step of his body, he actually escaped from the bottom in ten steps. Showing body shape.

The golden light shield on his body brightened quickly and slowly returned to its original color, but snow fell one after another behind him. The white snowflakes all moved sideways an inch, picking out a cool snow-white color, and the snow-white and translucent sword light flew Get up and stab him in the back of the heart.