Chapter 4756? 7 Swordsmen

Able to represent Montenegro spar, and inseparable from this thing, Yanxian in the entire Tianyu under Zhenwuyang, even the top cultivator, knows that there is only one person - the young emperor and son Yan.

Right now, in this Northern Heavenly Immortal State, there are several places selling Black Mountain spar, which seems to be some kind of subconscious campaign.

Jian Wushuang has faintly noticed the undercurrent surging under the calm lake.

"This time, I'm afraid our whereabouts will be more secretive, so we will temporarily suspend our approach to Young Master Mo." Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.

Chun Qiu glanced at the young cultivator who was packing and leaving, "Did something happen?"

He shook his head, and then said, "The current situation is unknown, let's follow him to find out."

Chen Qing and Chunqiu nodded. At this time, the young cultivator had already packed up, but he did not leave in the air. Instead, he carried his hands on his back and toured the heavenly city with great interest.

Jian Wushuang and the three also kept a certain distance and probed his whereabouts.

This young cultivator, with a flower bag on his shoulders, and a long gown that is not luxurious but decent, looks like he has traveled a long distance to come to Xianzhou to experience the top pilgrimage.

Jian Wushuang was a hundred meters behind the young cultivator, watching his every move with his divine sense.

But this situation did not last long, and soon following the sudden arrival of hundreds of cranes, the mighty flew low overhead, disturbing Jian Wushuang's gaze.

After the cranes flew away from the sky, there was no trace of the young cultivator in front of him.

With a bad heart, Jian Wushuang looked behind him, Chen Qing and Chun Qiu understood, and their bodies rushed towards different directions.

The disappearance of this young cultivator means that the clues are interrupted. In this sensitive period, Jian Wushuang will never allow the slightest mistake.

The three figures traced in different directions.

The top repairs to and from the ascension gradually sparse, and the spring and autumn rush forward along a street.

At the same time, the immortal mansion pavilions on both sides of the road began to blur.

Chunqiu, who was full of anxiety, was completely unaware of the changes happening around him. When a crisis suddenly appeared in his heart, it was already too late.

A wide cloth of broken flowers suddenly slammed into Chunqiu's neck from behind,

Then came an irresistible general trend.

Being caught off guard by this heavy blow, his eyes darkened and he almost passed out, even if he wanted to move his fingers, it was difficult.

And the figure that held Chunqiu's neck with the broken flower Kuanbu was the young cultivator who had disappeared before.

At this moment, he only has the fierce murderous intent in his eyes, and the unprecedented coercion of power generation is definitely not something that the top ancestral cultivator can control.

One hand controlled Chunqiu, and the other hand held the general trend and pointed like a knife, slashing towards his source without hesitation.

However, at this time, a sudden change occurred!

"laugh--"

The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and the enchantment laid by the young cultivator shattered, and a bit of cold light came.

When the young cultivator noticed this scene, the palm that was originally slashing at Chunqiu Yuanyuan changed abruptly, and directly blasted forward the general trend of power.

The two collided, sending out an emptying shock and canceling each other out.

A middle-aged figure with a vicissitudes of life appeared later, holding an invisible sword and staring at him with sharp eyes.

The four eyes met, the murderous intent in the eyes of the young cultivator quickly disappeared, and then he suddenly threw Chunqiu over, taking advantage of this moment to flee directly.

Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand to catch Chun Qiu, stared straight ahead, but did not catch up.

"Cough, brother Jian, you saved my life again..." Chun Qiu clutched his neck, and the bruised complexion with lingering fears gradually recovered.

Just in the short fight just now, Jian Wushuang judged that the opponent's strength was extremely strong, and it could never be the ancestral realm that he had seen before.

If the young cultivator takes the fight with Tie Xin, I am afraid that he will also be severely injured.

At this time, Chen Qing also came, and when he saw this scene, he hurriedly asked, "How is it, did you catch that guy?"

Jian Wushuang shook his head, "I'm afraid that this time, the situation will change."

"Could they be the eagle dogs under Young Master Mo's seat?" Chen Qing frowned.

"If the eagle dog under the son's seat is fine, I'm afraid it's there, he's not." Jian Wushuang said slowly.

Chen Qing reminded, "Brother Jian, let's get out of here first, it would be really bad if we ran into Young Master Mo's subordinates."

Jian Wushuang nodded. At this moment, they were already on the top of an immortal mountain far away from Tiancheng.

The young cultivator seemed to have some kind of unique magical power. As early as when the scene in Chunqiu's eyes was blurred, he was actually lured out of Tiancheng.

If Jian Wushuang hadn't sensed that his aura was moving away and rescued him in time, Chunqiu would never have been able to survive.

The three figures then left, leaving no traces.

After Jian Wushuang decided to suspend the approach to Young Master Mo, the three of them settled in a heavenly city in the Northern Heavenly Immortal State.

"Brother Jian, otherwise, during this period of time, let's find out where Young Master Mo is in this Xianzhou, and then we won't be unprepared if we hit his nest."

In a pavilion of the Immortal Mansion, Jian Wushuang, who was sitting by the window, was quietly listening to Chen Qing's unbearable loneliness.

At the end, he said lightly, "Let's wait for a while. We're not going to kill Young Master Mo. If we have a choice, try not to fight."

"That said, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will enter the palace of Young Master Mo, and I will have no choice." Chen Qing sighed.

Chunqiu clutched his neck and said, "No matter what, you must be careful. I also feel that we are not at peace this time."

While the three of them were talking, a wisp of dust was quietly rolled up on the ground, and then Qi Dao, dressed in minnows and hats, stepped into the pavilion of the Immortal Mansion one by one.

Jian Wushuang's eyes also locked on these visitors for a moment.

Looking through the bamboo hat, he saw the figures of these seven old guests, all of them middle-aged, with indifferent and dull eyes in their eyes, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.

After the seven old guests entered the pavilion of the Immortal Mansion, they did not stop there, but walked to the top-floor wing to rest.

"Don't tell me, these mino clothes and hats are dressed in style, and they have a sense of independence from the world." Chen Qing looked at the backs of the old guests leaving and analyzed.

Jian Wushuang did not speak, his eyes were already attracted.

He saw that the old guests in the mink clothes had a sharp aura that was hidden to the extreme under the mink clothes.

That unique sharp aura, only Jian Wushuang can be keenly aware of it.

"They are all good swordsmen, interesting..."

An old guest headed, seems to have all the senses, and cast a glance in his direction very secretly.

The four eyes met, and for only a moment, the old guest withdrew his gaze, and then all seven figures disappeared in the wing.