Recently, there has always been a devil named Yuwen Wenjing in all corners of the world.

Chapter 67

The so-called Martial Arts Alliance is not of any school or faction.

It is more like a temporary place for people from the rivers and lakes to gather and meet, so its building is not as grand as its name.

A few simple courtyards clearly divide the Wulin League, with the meeting hall in the front, the Elder Pavilion in the middle, and the Suoxie Tower in the back.There is more than one meeting hall, there are five or six seats in total, the largest one is called Wuyi Hall, and at this time the hall is crowded with heroes from all walks of life.

The six elders are located in the first seat, and there is an aisle in the middle of the seats, where Shen Lang and Nanjiang Bamojian are standing.

Shen Lang was covered in mud, his white robe was covered with dirt, his eyebrows were slumped, and his face was covered with blue beard. He seemed to have received great trauma.The eight men in black robes behind him didn't get there either. Although their faces were covered by black veils, they could vaguely see their haggard figures, and their tiredness could not stop coming out.

However, one of the nine people was different. His waist was straight, his head drooped slightly, and his eyes looked down obliquely indifferently, as if he was not moved by external objects.He stood in the middle of the Eight Black Swords, with a silver-white sword on his waist, his arms folded under his chest, and he looked particularly eye-catching.

Nanjiang Black Sword is famous for its "Black Sword". The other seven people all carry black swords on their backs, but he has a white blade hanging on his waist, so it's hard not to attract attention.

And those with sharper eyes could see that his sword was originally owned by Shen Lang.

This sharp-eyed person is Luo Yu.Luo Yu first saw Shen Lang, but he felt that the sudden influx of the Frameless Hall did not seem to come from Shen Lang, so he moved his eyes to the Eight Black Swords, and then his eyes were locked on one of them. On the ink sword.He had a premonition that this Mo Jian was definitely unusual, not just him, almost everyone present noticed that Mo Jian, but when Luo Yu saw the Jiaolong Caozhi worn by that person's side, his expression suddenly changed. enriched.

He knows better than anyone else what kind of sword Jiaolong Caozhi is, and it was considered overkill to give this sword to Shen Lang back then.Although Shen Lang's kung fu is not bad, but if he wants to display the strength of Jiaolong Caozhi, it is really far behind.Luo Yu gave him the sword in the hope that the sword could make up for Shen Lang's shortcomings and save his life at critical times.

But now, the life-saving sword has belonged to another person, and it looks so harmonious with him, as if the sword belonged to him.

Luo Yu was not surprised.

The six elders of the Wulin League come from various sects, and they are all highly respected people, each with their own abilities.The one with the highest martial arts virtues and the deepest prestige should belong to the Shaolin monk Jia Nai, and the youngest but well-connected one is the Sanren Gong Wanhong.So the big task of running the meeting fell on these two people again.

Gong Wanhong got up first, stepped down from his seat and walked in front of Shen Lang, patted him on the shoulder excitedly and said: "It's a blessing that you can come back safely, this journey is hard, you know and I know it. Wulin can have you, Shen Lang, to straighten the way, really It's the luck of the world."

Shen Lang has a heroic order, and the short distance from the capital to Quyang is like a challenge with his life. Although what Gong Wanhong said is a lot of exaggeration, it is true in the end.When he came up, he didn't ask for the hero's order, but first comforted him, which showed that the Wulin League attached great importance to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang nodded and said: "Elder Gong is serious. With Nanjiang Eight Black Swords accompanying him on this journey, Shen Lang dare not call it hard work."

Gong Wanhong hurriedly turned to Bamo Sword again, and said some righteous words according to the gourd painting. Mo didn't like to be flattered by others, so he didn't take off his veil and didn't respond. Gong Wanhong saw that he had said so much, and none of the eight people He responded, feeling embarrassed, so he turned his head and wanted to talk to Shen Lang.

But the moment he turned his head, he noticed something strange.

He saw Yuwen Wenjing and his sword.Originally, Gong Wanhong had noticed this man's sword a long time ago, but he didn't worry about it.Looking at it again now, he was utterly bewildered.

There are eight people in Nanjiang Bamojian, outsiders don't know, but Gong Wanhong knows that one of them has died.He didn't count the group of people when they came in just now, but now there are still eight people, and there is one more person holding a white sword.

Gong Wanhong turned his head hastily again, took a careful look at Yuwen Wenjing, and then asked, "This Mo Jian...what's his name?"

It was impossible for Mo Wei to pretend to be dead, so he had to go forward and explain: "Because my junior brother passed away, and the eight ink swords were missing one of them, I couldn't form the formation, so I invited... Uncle Mo Xin to help."

He deliberately said that Yuwen Wenjing's seniority was high, just hoping that Gong Wanhong would not say more because he was afraid of the reputation of the Southern Border Demon Sword.After Gong Wanhong heard this, he really respected Yu Wenjing, and said: "It turned out to be Mr. Mo Xin! Disrespect and disrespect! I will definitely remember the sacrifices made by Nanjiang Mojian for Jianghu. Don't worry, Mr. Mo Xin, this old man is fighting for this I will seek justice for Young Hero Mo Feng!"

Yu Wenwen nodded calmly with calm eyes, and Mo Wei said again: "My uncle cannot speak innately."

Gong Wanhong touched his nose and felt that his nose was ashamed again.

At this moment, Shen Lang took out the Hero Token from his arms and handed it to Gong Wanhong. In an instant, everyone in the room locked their eyes on the thing and stretched their necks to take a look.

Monk Ganai gave a fake cough, and the sound of the Buddha filled the room in an instant, bringing back the restlessness of the people in the room.

Gong Wanhong returned to his seat with the Hero Token in his hand, and passed it to the other five people to study it. All five of them had doubts on their faces, but they finally said firmly: "This is indeed the Hero Token!"

Everyone was boiling and discussing:

"The Hero Order has arrived at the Martial Arts League, which means—the plan to crusade against Mu Baiju is about to start?"

"Haha! The good days of the Devil Cult rebels are finally over!"

Everyone showed joy, whether it was true or not, they always put on an appearance of generosity, and everyone had an awe-inspiring expression that was incompatible with the Devil's Cult.

Afterwards, several elders of the Wulin League gave speeches, all of them spoke generously and sternly denounced the evils of the Demon Cult, and finally made a final decision: The crusade against the Demon Cult is urgent, and the Hero Order will be launched immediately to order the heroes to start a full-scale counterattack.

The crowd cheered and sang, the atmosphere was hot and the momentum was huge.

Luo Yu broke out in cold sweat.

His cold sweat came from his wound. At this time, everyone in the room responded to the call of the six elders and stood up one after another. Luo Yu was so crowded that he couldn't stand still. The wound felt like burning, and the pain was unbearable.Lian Fei is an impulsive person, a few words from the elders of the Wulin League made his blood boil, he clenched his fists and wished he could go to the Demon Sect immediately, so remember the scholar Gao Xiaopang.Luo Yu was quickly squeezed out of his side, to the periphery of the crowd.

Yuwen Wenjing saw that there were no Demon Cultists to make trouble, and guessed that the other Yuwen Wenjing would never fool himself into a trap at this time, so he felt bored, so he slowly hid his breath and retreated out of the crowd, and in a blink of an eye saw the pale-faced Luo Yu.

Yuwen Wenjing frowned, and was moved for a moment.

Why is Luo Yu here?

He was puzzled in his heart, but soon this confusion disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he thought instead: What does his business have to do with me.

So he turned around and left.

At this moment, the crowd let out a shout, and the person in front of Luo Yu stepped back excitedly, accidentally knocked Luo Yu down, and that person didn't pay attention to what was going on behind him, and didn't even turn his head.Luo Yu clutched his abdomen with a bitter expression on his face, blood red from his fingertips.

Yuwen Wenjing's steps stopped suddenly, and finally moved in front of Luo Yu by some kind of magic.

Luo Yu first saw a pair of black boots and black trousers, and then went up to a black robe, black clothes and black cloak, with a gorgeous sword hanging from his waist.Luo Yu's heart trembled, and he struggled to stand up and ask the man where the sword came from. Then, as soon as he raised his arm and pulled his abdomen, he grinned in pain.

Yuwen Wenjing reached out to pick him up and brought him into his arms.

"Who hurt you!" His voice was low and cool.

Luo Yu felt that the voice was very familiar, so he raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"

Yu Wen Wen was silent for a while, then picked up Luo Yu and flew out.His movements are extremely skilled, as if this behavior has been rehearsed many times.

At that moment, he completely forgot that the person in front of him was no longer a child.

Yuwen Wenjing carried Luo Yu to the courtyard behind the meeting hall, and found a gazebo to put him down.Luo Yu was so delirious from the pain that he didn't even have the time to pay attention to how unreasonable his actions were.

He vaguely sensed that the man in front of him seemed to be leaving, so he quickly sat up and grabbed the man in black, saying, "Don't leave!"

Yu Wenwen paused for a moment, then turned around and pulled off the veil, exposing his face to Luo Yu.

"Now, do you still want me to stay here?"

Luo Yu's eyes widened: "Why are you... why are you here? You snatched this sword!"

"It turns out that what you care about is this sword." Yuwen Wenjing sneered, "This sword should belong to me in the first place, what is meant by snatching it?"

"You're talking nonsense! This sword was clearly given to Luojiazhuang by Bai Shiliu a hundred years ago for safekeeping. Why is it yours!" Luo Yu retorted stubbornly.

"This sword belongs to Tang Si. I am his direct disciple. I was supposed to inherit everything from him. It's just that I haven't had time to take it away after sleeping for a hundred years. Bai Shiliu just let the Luo family keep it. You really think it belongs to the Luo family." Something?" Yuwen Wenjing sarcastically said.

Luo Yu knew that he was mocking him for giving away other people's things, so he blushed immediately, and said ironically: "Didn't you betray your teacher and enter the magic way a long time ago, why are you now inheriting the mantle of Fourth Master Tang? Hmph, it is clearly It's just coveting the Jiaolong Caozhi!" After saying that, he stepped forward to snatch it.

Yuwen Wenjing's expression changed when she heard the words, she pushed Luo Yu away, and said in a cold voice: "What do you know! Tang Si is my master, and this will never change! Even if I become obsessed with evil, murder, set fire and do all kinds of evil, he is also me." master!"

When he said this, he was a little emotional.

Tang Si is more important than Bai Shiliu to Yuwen Wenjing.Back then Yuwen Wenjing was obsessed with Bai Shiliu and did all kinds of crazy things, but he never thought of using force.Because Bai Shiliu belonged to Tang Si, Yuwen Wenjing knew early on that his relationship was destined to end without a problem.

His love was a tragedy from the very beginning, probably because he knew it very well in his heart, that's why he was extremely crazy.It was extreme madness, and it also showed his respect for Tang Si.Otherwise, if the madness really came to an end, how could he still remember his love for Tang Si, how could he still abide by his respect for Tang Si without doing anything?

Yu Wenwen has a clear heart and has seen everything through.

Luo Yu was pushed towards the stone table, and his waist was hit again. He let out a soft "hiss—" and took advantage of the momentum to hold onto the stone table. When he looked up and saw Yu Wenjing's flustered face, his heart softened for some reason.

Yu Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Luo Yu over, rubbed his waist with internal strength, and said in a low voice: "I don't care what others say about me, but the only thing I can't say is that I'm not Tang Si's disciple."

Seeing him like this, Luo Yu felt a little guilty, Nuonuo said: "You really are in love, people who don't know, you still think that the one you like is your master."

"You don't understand." Seeing that his pain subsided, Yu Wenwen let him go, eyes full of nostalgia, and said: "The relationship between master and student is sometimes more important than the love between men and women. "

Luo Yu nodded half-understood, and said: "Well, this sword is yours. Now that it is returned to its original owner, you have to cherish it." After finishing speaking, he looked at the sword with some reluctance. glance.

Seeing his childish expression, Yu Wenwen couldn't help secretly laughing, the strangeness of the first meeting was gone, as if she had returned to the time when she and Luoying lived in peace.

At this time, Luo Yu looked strange again and said: "You came here... probably because of another Yuwen Wenjing? But I don't understand why you changed your identity again, Mo Xin? Nanjiang Mojian? How did you talk to them?" Put on a relationship?"

Just as Yuwen Wenjing was about to speak, she glanced and saw a person walking outside the pavilion, the smile in her heart suddenly froze, and a layer of frost condensed on her face.

Outside the gazebo, Shen Lang and Gong Wanhong came together, aiming for Yuwen Wenjing.

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