At this moment, a melodious music sound came from far and near from the horizon.

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows and looked up.

She could hear that the music was played by five instruments.

They are qin, jade flute, guzheng, yangqin, and pipa.

Especially the sound of the guzheng sounded very familiar, because she had tried playing it herself.

It seems that the five "saints" from Mule Pavilion have arrived.

Just as he was thinking about this, an ethereal and pleasant sound of the piano that surrounds the beams and clouds suddenly joined the ensemble.

Mu Yan's ears moved, and his expression showed a hint of solemnity.

This is the music of the harp.

Moreover, the performer has extremely high cultivation and level.

Just playing casually, the steady tunes that are both slow and slow, overwhelming, the passionate performance of the five instruments.

This is a master of musicians!

Mu Yan couldn't help but look up and look in the direction where the sound came.

Hearing the music of the ensemble, Qu Guangquan immediately lit his eyes, and he bent his left knee and fell down: "Welcome to the Saint!"

The others in Mule Pavilion also knelt down respectfully and shouted: "Welcome to the Saint!"

As soon as the words were finished, five figures fell first, and it was Yashuang, Yaxue, Yafeng, Yayue and Yayun.

The moment she saw Mu Yan, Yashuang's fingers that were originally playing the guzheng were messed up.

The sharp and harsh sound instantly broke the harmonious performance.

"You... haven't you entered the Impure Abyss? Why are you here?!"

Even Yayun and the other two stopped playing, and the fabric looked at her in surprise.

Mu Yan smiled and said, "Can you not come out after entering the Impure Abyss? Why can't I come here?"

"How is this possible after coming out of the Impure Abyss?!"

"Where are you from? What exactly do you want to do when we come to our Horton tribe?!"

"Bah, you are a witch!" Leng Yumo took a step forward and cursed, "Is this Unjingyuan the back garden of your Mule Pavilion? My junior sister goes in as long as she wants, and comes out as she wants, and it's your turn to take care of it."

"You—! Being presumptuous!!"

Yashuang and the others were so angry that they were terrified.

At this moment, a cold and pleasant voice came from the sky: "Yashuang, why are you quarreling outside? Have you forgotten the demeanor of our Mule Pavilion?"

Elegant, graceful, noble, and square.

It will always be like the fairy who is tall and above, allowing mortals to look up, bow down and respect.

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in a purple gauze dress slowly fell from the sky.

The breeze blew up her long hair and lapels, revealing the woman's beautiful and refined face.

The head and eyebrows are as beautiful as cream, the skin is as beautiful as a jade-like appearance, and the beauty is as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

This is the most outstanding saint in Mule Pavilion in history, the owner of the artifact [Ice and Snow] - Wu Lan.

The villagers in Yuanwu Village had their knees trembling and almost wanted to kneel down.

What San Lan has is more than just beauty and grace.

More importantly, the luxuriousness that has always been high and above all, and the innate supreme saint of Mule Pavilion for the civilians of the entire Northern Land.

Even Wen Huanglang's face turned pale, and he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the person's light.

Everyone in Mule Pavilion had already kneeled down when the piano sounded.

At this time, Sanlan appeared, and Yashuang and others no longer cared about quarrels and quickly bent down to welcome him.

So, on the mountain road of Bujingyuan, there were only five people from Xiaoyaomen left, with straight backs and looking at Wu Lan indifferently.

"Saint, it's this woman who slandered my reputation in the Qingye Hall!" Yashuang raised her head and pointed at Mu Yan indignantly.
Chapter completed!