On Mount Hua.
In front of a towering building, hundreds of young disciples dressed in the same clothes were neatly arranged.
He was practicing martial arts.
But at this moment, the sound of hooves approached.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the mountain path in confusion.
Just then, they saw a group of people dressed in black riding over on dragon horses. One of them was holding a huge plaque in his hand.
Upon closer inspection, it was the wooden plaque hanging on the Huashan Sect's mountain gate!
This scene angered the disciples present. They shouted,"Where did this thief come from? How dare you touch my Huashan Sect's plaque?”
The signboard of the mountain gate was the face of a sect. This was what people in the martial world valued the most.
Now that they were being held in the hands of this group of people like playthings, how could they not be angry?
Immediately, a dozen hot-tempered disciples drew their swords and charged towards the group of people.
When the black-robed man holding the wooden plaque saw this, his eyes revealed a cold light. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he waved his arm.
Whoosh!
The huge and heavy wooden board whistled through the air. It carried pure and heavy internal strength and smashed into the group of disciples who could not dodge in time.
Peng, peng, peng!
The disciple at the front turned pale. He was hit by the heavy wooden board and was dizzy. He spat out blood and fell unconscious.
This time, the Huashan disciples did not dare to act rashly.
They formed a circle with their swords and blocked the way forward.
"Who are you?" A young man with an extraordinary temperament squeezed out of the crowd. He had a wine pot hanging from his waist. His cultivation was extraordinary. Although he was young, he had already entered Peak Rank-1.
Seeing that the surrounding disciples looked at him with trust and respect, his status should not be ordinary.
Lin Yuantu rode his horse forward and looked down from above. With a breath of zhenqi in his mouth, he said loudly,""The Ninth Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty has arrived in person. People of Mount Hua, hurry up and come out to welcome him!”
Rumble!
The sound spread out as the internal strength poured in.
The surrounding disciples immediately felt dizzy and almost vomited blood as they retreated.
Even the young disciple in the lead had a change in expression. He forced himself to calm down and looked at Lin Yuantu in shock.
Just a single sentence had such power. This person's cultivation was definitely not inferior to his master Yue Buqun!
At the same time, a man and a woman floated out of the palace in the distance like ghosts.
It was extremely fast, arriving in front of everyone in almost a breath's time.
The man was dressed in a green robe with a light belt. He fanned himself with a fan in his right hand and looked like a scholar.
The woman had excellent looks and a plump body. She still had her charm and there was a heroic spirit between her brows.
"Master, Mistress!"
The surrounding Huashan disciples called out repeatedly. They had smiles of relief on their faces, as if they had seen their savior.
However, they did not notice the deep fear and caution in their Master and Mistress 'eyes.
These two people were the Huashan Sect Master couple, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze!
"Are you all from the Imperial Court?" Yue Buqun's gaze swept across the men in black, only stopping on Lin Yuantu for a long time.
Among the people present, he gave him the strongest sense of threat.
Lin Yuantu snorted." Is the Noble Sword of Mount Hua deaf?" he asked. I've already said that the Ninth Prince of the Ming Dynasty is here. Why haven't you all knelt down to welcome him?”
When Yue Buqun heard this, he exchanged glances with his wife and subconsciously glanced at the incomparably conspicuous carriage.
They frowned because they couldn't sense that there was someone inside!
His eyes flashed as he said gently,"Forgive me for my ignorance, but I've never heard of the Ninth Prince of the Ming Dynasty…Please come out and meet him!”
Lin Yuantu snorted and was about to say something.
However, he saw the curtain of the carriage behind him lift a corner, and a black shadow shot out as fast as a swan, heading straight for Yue Buqun.
Yue Buqun's heart jumped, he used his qinggong to the limit and jumped up high.
Swoosh!
In the next moment, an incomparably magnificent and noble five-foot-long blade stabbed deeply into the huge rock he had been standing on.
The shock in Yue Buqun's eyes did not diminish. The terrifying power and sword intent of that sword just now had far exceeded his imagination.
If it wasn't for the fact that it wasn't targeting him, it was still unknown whether he could dodge it.
When did such a mysterious expert appear in the Great Ming Country?
He carefully examined the sword.
He was shocked to find that the part of the sword that hadn't sunk in was engraved with two big words-Shang Fang!
Imperial sword?
Then, an extremely indifferent but somewhat lazy voice came from the carriage.
"I am under Emperor Ming's orders to take over the Six Fan School and control the martial arts world!”
"Those who obey will prosper, those who rebel will die…choose for yourself!”
Yue Buqun stared at the calm curtain with bright eyes, silently chewing on the words "Six Fan School", making sure that he had never heard of it before.
It was probably some newly established organization.
Then, he took a deep breath and opened his folding fan."My Huashan Sect and the imperial court have always minded our own business. You've stepped on our mountain gate the moment you arrived, injured my disciple, and forced us to submit. Aren't you going too far?”
Ha!
A low chuckle came from the carriage."Don't tell me you really think that this king is discussing with you!”
"Lin Yuantu!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"From now on, Ruohua Mountain will not submit. Every second, you will kill a Huashan Mountain disciple!”The young man's voice was extremely calm, and it sounded like a nightmare to everyone present.
"If you still don't submit after the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn…then kill them all. There aren't many left anyway!”
"Understood!" Lin Yuantu bowed respectfully.
Then, he slowly stood up. His eyes revealed a fierce light as he swept his gaze across the Huashan Sect disciples present.
The crowd immediately panicked. Their eyes were filled with fear, and their hearts were cold.
Yue Buqun narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Sir, if you want to kill someone in my Huashan Sect, have you asked me?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he tapped the rock with his toes and disappeared from the spot like a phantom.
Purple True Qi filled the air around him, and smoke filled the sky.
In a flash, he appeared in front of Lin Yuantu and aimed his palm at his chest.
Purple Cloud Divine Art!
Lin Yuantu's lips curled up slightly. He unhurriedly held the sword at his waist and silently unsheathed it.
Clang!
The long sword rang, and the sword intent rushed into the sky.
The snow-white sword light covered his body in an instant. It was like fog and lightning, and he could not figure it out.
The sword intent was ethereal, like an immortal descending to the world.
Yue Buqun's pupils suddenly contracted, a sense of danger from the depths of his soul surged into his heart. He withdrew his palm at the fastest speed in his life and left.
Swoosh!
Blood spurted out as a hideous wound appeared on Yue Buqun's palm.
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