Li Muran and the shopkeeper were shocked, stopped immediately, bowed and said to a place in the clouds: "I am here to pay homage to Elder Hu, an old friend of Senior Hu."

"Old friend?" A sword light flew out from the clouds and turned into a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe.

Li Muran's heart moved. This person was not astonishing, but his aura was not weak. He was a spiritual cultivator.

The middle-aged man looked at Li Muran and the others suspiciously and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Muran said respectfully: "I can't express the master's words clearly that only after seeing Senior Hu and presenting a token, Senior Hu will naturally understand.

"It's good to have a token," the middle-aged man nodded: "Come with me."

After saying that, the middle-aged man stretched out his finger at the colorful light shield in the clouds, and immediately a sword light broke out of the air, cutting a gap in the light shield. The gap did not heal, but gradually expanded, forming a channel several meters wide.

"It turns out that they are also sword cultivators." Li Muran's heart moved. The middle-aged man's methods and this spiritual light shield seemed to be inspired by the sword energy.

The middle-aged man took Li Muran and others into Lingshan. As soon as he stepped into Lingshan, he breathed in a breath of spiritual energy. Li Muran immediately felt an indescribable feeling of comfort in his whole body.

"What a pure spiritual energy," Li Muran praised it in his heart. This place is worthy of being the best spiritual vein in the spiritual world. Perhaps because of the high altitude, the spiritual energy here is lighter and more refined than the heaven and earth energy of Tianjian Valley.

In Lingshan, there are dozens of large and small halls and some caves built along the mountain, and several monks are practicing swords not far away.

Afterwards, Li Muran and others were taken into a hall by a middle-aged man and saw a handsome young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes.

The young man's aura was a little stronger, and the middle-aged man was quite respectful to him.

"Senior Brother Yi, these two people claimed to be entrusted by the master's old friend to come to pay homage to the master." The middle-aged man bowed to the young man and said.

Senior Brother Yi glanced at Li Muran and the others and asked the middle-aged man: "Which master is it entrusted?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "They refused to say that they had brought a token. As long as the master saw it, he would naturally understand."

Senior Brother Yi nodded: "Then let them hand over the token and present it to the master."

"Yes" the middle-aged man agreed and then looked at Li Muran.

Li Muran immediately took out a jade slip from his arms and handed it to the middle-aged man. There was a ban on this jade slip. If someone invaded with his divine thoughts, it would naturally be impossible to hide the eyes and ears of senior monks such as Elder Hu.

The middle-aged man took the jade slip and was about to take Li Muran and others to pay homage to Elder Hu. Suddenly, Senior Brother Yi raised his hand and waved his hand: "Let's go back and forth, you two have no evidence. Just two or three sentences to want to see the master. I'm afraid this won't work."

"We have the token in our hands. Senior Hu will understand everything when he sees it." Li Muran said.

Senior Brother Yi snorted coldly and said, "If this token is fake, wouldn't it waste your precious time? If the token is harmful, it will be even worse."

Li Muran frowned: "If so, my younger generation and others are willing to be punished."

Senior Brother Yi smiled and said, "There is no need for punishment. Since he is the master's old friend, he must be a master. Since that master asked you to come here, it means that you must be very strong. Yi has cultivated the innate sword energy and can sense that this fellow Taoist's natal magic weapon is a sword, and his body is also stained with a lot of sword energy. I'm afraid he is also a sword cultivator."

Li Muran nodded slightly, revealing a look of doubt. It is true that his natal magic weapon is the Star Sniffing Sword, but the sword energy on his body is because there are too many sword cultivators in Tianjian Valley.

Senior Brother Yi continued, "Since that's the case, why not ask fellow Taoists to discuss with us and show some magical powers and methods a little, and we will know the truth or false."

Li Muran was stunned. The other party just wanted to test his sword skills. The so-called identity verification was just an excuse that was not clever.

As a sword cultivator, it is normal for curious to see the skills of other sword cultivators. Just like Jian Chi, every cultivator who goes to Tian Jian Valley will compete with him for a move to see what is good for the other party’s sword skills, and there is no malicious intention in itself.

Li Muran smiled bitterly and said, "I have a low cultivation level, how dare I fight with a spiritual cultivator like my senior?"

"Of course it's not that Yi and fellow Taoists are having fun." Senior Brother Yi smiled and said to the middle-aged man: "Junior Brother Lu, please call Master Fang and others here."

Junior Brother Na Lu said he had left. After a while, he brought three Yuanshen cultivators to the hall.

The three people have different cultivation levels, namely the early stage of the Yuanshen, the middle stage of the Yuanshen and the late stage of the Yuanshen. It seems that most of them were selected by the monks surnamed Lu from the Yuanshen stage of the Yuanshen stage, and they are likely to be the most powerful monks in various realms of the Yuanshen stage.

Senior Brother Yi said to the young monk in the early stage of the Yuanshen: "Nephew Han, please practice sword skills with this fellow Taoist who has come from afar."

"Yes," the monk surnamed Han agreed without asking the reason.

"Fellow Taoist, please" the monk surnamed Han bowed to Li Muran, and then walked to the open space in the center of the hall.

Li Muran frowned. The man didn't even ask his name, but wanted to fight with him.

The shopkeeper is a Meizu monk. Once he takes action, he will easily reveal his identity. If he does not use the Phantom magic power, his strength will be greatly reduced, so Li Muran can only fight.

Li Muran walked helplessly to the center of the hall and bowed to the monk named Han: "Fellow Daoist Han, this discussion is intended to communicate. Please show mercy to your subordinates. Click here.

Li Muran's words were a common polite word, saying that he was not going to fight with the other party in life and death. Unexpectedly, the monk surnamed Han said coldly: "When you shoot the sword, you will do your best and will not show mercy. Please be careful with fellow Taoists."

Li Muran frowned when he heard this, and was about to say something else. Senior Brother Yi laughed and said, "Do not be accustomed to it. Master Han's sword technique emphasizes no distractions and no distractions, so he won't think too much. But fellow Taoist Don't worry, Yi will not hurt fellow Taoist here."

"Thank you senior" Li Muran nodded, and he had to accept the other party's "good intention".

"Please" The monk surnamed Han opened his mouth and squirted out a long blue sword, held it in his hand, with the sword edge slanted upward, held his fists at the hilt of the sword, and gave Li Muran a sword asking ceremony. The meaning of this ritual is to ask the other party to sacrifice his sword.

Li Muran nodded, waved his sleeves, and a green light flashed, and a wooden sword was sacrificed.

"Please" Li Muran held the sword with one hand, and the sword tip turned to the front right, and gave a sword gift with one hand, which meant to let the other party take a move.

These sword techniques and etiquettes are common etiquettes that sword practitioners can learn, so naturally everyone understands them. However, Li Muran was holding a wooden sword magic weapon in his hand, which surprised everyone.

Senior Brother Yi couldn't help but look dark. He didn't expect that the other party would use such an inconspicuous wooden sword to meet the challenge of cultivators of the same level. You must know that the green sword in the hands of the monk surnamed Han was a sharp spiritual treasure.

"Fellow Taoist really wants to use this sword? Nephew Han's strength is quite extraordinary," said a monk surnamed Lu.

"No," Li Muran nodded.

"That's good at it." The monk surnamed Lu no longer advised him.

The shopkeeper stepped aside and showed a smile on his face. He had seen the mystery of Li Muran's wooden sword with his own eyes, so he naturally had great confidence in Li Muran.

Senior Brother Yi and the other two-faced Yuanshen cultivators showed some anger on their faces, believing that Li Muran's actions were a bit contemptuous of his disciples. On the contrary, the monk named Han was silent at all, as if nothing had happened.

Li Muran's heart moved. The monk surnamed Han was in a good mood. His move also deliberately angered the other party so that the other party's sword move would reveal flaws, but it seemed that it had no effect on this person.

The monk surnamed Han held the Qingfeng sword in both hands, concentrated his mind and energy, and a large amount of true magic power kept pouring into the sword in his hand, causing the sword to emit a hazy green light.

"Porn" the monk surnamed Han suddenly shouted lightly and suddenly slashed out a sword.

A blue sword light flew out with a "brush" sound, and instantly turned into a giant of several feet, slashing towards Li Muran in the waist. This sword light was extremely sharp and imposing. Although the sword moves were simple, they were very powerful.

Before the first sword light was cut to Li Muran, the cultivator surnamed Han slashed out two sword lights in succession. The two sword lights were faster than the other. Although the three sword lights were not cut out at the same time, they almost slashed near Li Muran at the same time and attacked his three upper, middle and lower routes respectively.

The advanced cultivator reacted very quickly, but the three sword lights covered a wide range. Even if they could dodge one of them, they would probably not be able to avoid the other sword lights. Therefore, these three consecutive slashes are indeed very clever sword techniques. It takes a lot of time to practice to be able to attack the enemy at the same time and contain sharp murderous intent.

Li Muran had already seen that this man's sword technique was good at sharpness. While this man was killing three swords in a row, he gently waved the wooden sword and shot a sword technique.

It seems like a very ordinary sword technique that does not even contain much magic power, but suddenly it stimulates five amazing sword lights. Each sword light tear a crack in the surrounding void.

"Ah" a few screams came from all around, and this scene surprised many people and their eyes widened.

Judging from the momentum of the sword light tearing the void, the power it contains is far greater than the sword light slashed out by the monks surnamed Han.

It is also the simplest sword move, and it is also the pursuit of the strongest power, but Li Muran's methods are obviously much more clever
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