Starting from Ten Times Zhang Sanfeng's Talent Those Things on Wudang Mountain 295 Selection and half a month later, the city of Chang'an is still peaceful, like a deep lake. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, with no ripples visible, and only undercurrents surging deep at the bottom of the lake.

During this period, Shi Feixuan's internal injuries had gradually recovered, and she should have said goodbye to Meng Xiuyuan. However, considering the situation in Chang'an City at this time, she took the initiative to stay.

Although this teacher girl has been instilled in Cihang Jingzhai's teachings since she was a child and is not the same as Meng Xiuyuan, she has a good heart and compassion for the people in the world, but she cannot fake it.

Therefore, after learning that Meng Xiuyuan would face the threat of the entire Demon Sect and Turkic masters on his own, although Master Feixuan could not help Meng Xiuyuan, she was willing to help him solve some of his worries.

"Mr. Meng, the next shocking battle may be more difficult than that night when you fought the four holy monks alone.

Since you have the confidence to face it alone, Feixuan will naturally believe in you.

But in order for you to devote yourself fully to this battle without being disturbed by trivial matters, I think you should first solve the problem of Junior Sister Shi.

At this moment, all the masters of the Demon Sect gathered in Chang'an, and there were Turks among them, so the situation was very different from before.

Changes will happen later. If you don't want to waste the opportunity, you will have no time to wait for Yang Xuyan and others to take the initiative.

Why don't you let me escort her back to Shu for you, so that you won't have to worry about it and won't let those in the Demon Sect take advantage of your weaknesses..."

At the end of the last healing session, Master Feixuan took the initiative to leave Meng Xiuyuan behind, thus proactively proposing to Meng Xiuyuan.

"Master, Miss, you are serious. If this is true, it will indeed give me one less thing to worry about.

Have you discussed when you plan to leave?"

Meng Xiuyuan's heart moved when he heard this, and he couldn't help but nodded immediately.

Although Shi Qingxuan does not have a close relationship with him, the Demon Sect and the Turks must be using all possible means at this moment. It is unclear whether they will find a way to kidnap Shi Qingxuan and use her as a threat.

Shi Feixuan and Shi Qingxuan, who were in their prime, were walking hand in hand. Unless the other party dispatched three master-level experts, they might not be able to truly deal with them.

"After discussing it, Junior Sister Shi has a cold face and a warm heart. She cares a lot about you, Master, and naturally she doesn't want to stay in Chang'an and be a burden to you.

As for the time for our departure, it is up to you, Mr. Meng, to tell me.

Because only when you really take action and attract the attention of all the masters of the Demon Sect is the best time for us to leave..."

Shi Fei Xuan seemed to have already figured it out. She stood up and poured a cup of tea for Meng Xiuyuan. At the same time, she spoke clearly and softly.

Meng Xiuyuan took the tea cup and took a sip. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"After waiting for so long, the enemies have gradually arrived, and it is indeed time to close the net.

But I still have to wait for one person. When he arrives in Chang'an, I will take action..."

Concubine Xuan was quite surprised when she heard this. She looked at Meng Xiuyuan for a long time. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she asked in confusion:

“I didn’t expect Mr. Meng, who lives alone, to have such a capable partner.

The person who can help in this battle is probably the best master in this world.

I wonder if Fei Xuan has ever heard of this master’s name?”

Meng Xiuyuan smiled when he heard the sound and said meaningfully to Master Feixuan:

"He is still unknown in the world, and he is not considered a master. I think my teacher has never heard of him.

But I believe that things may be different before long..."

…

In the next few days, in addition to meditating in the inn, Meng Xiuyuan would also spend an hour every day to visit Chang'an City.

Xijiyuan, Wuluo Temple, Yuanma Bridge, these places where Meng Xiuyuan walked are all the key places of Yang Gong's treasure that Lu Miaozi emphasized to him before.

Everyone in the Demon Sect has been searching for the Evil Emperor's relics in Yang Gong's treasure for many years, so they can naturally make some guesses. Meng Xiuyuan's behavior naturally touched their sensitive nerves.

Several times, Meng Xiuyuan vaguely felt that someone was watching him secretly, but the other person was also a master and was careful not to reveal his whereabouts, so Meng Xiuyuan was unable to find him among the crowd.

Meng Xiuyuan didn't pay attention to this, but he was a little happy in his heart. The reason why he acted like this was not only because he needed to observe on the spot, but also because he also wanted to attract the attention of these people in the Demon Sect and let them know the key.

The place is coming soon.

If we use the metaphor of fishing, we have now reached the stage of "making a nest". Although the intention is somewhat obvious, the evil emperor's relics as "bait" are so delicious that Meng Xiuyuan's plan has become a conspiracy, and the other party has no choice but not to take the bait.

That night, a burly figure appeared in the inn, finally ending the long preparations and bringing the game to its climax.

"Brother Meng, I'm here!

You said that when my sword is finished, you will let me be your helper and we will deal with the demons from the Demon Sect together. Does this still count..."

Zhang Yong looked elegant and elegant, carrying a dark giant sword on his back. Although his smile was still simple and honest, he also looked a bit more like a man in the world.

Meng Xiuyuan smiled and patted his strong shoulder, led him into the room to sit down, and then he was not in a hurry to answer, but asked:

"Why did it take so long to make a sword? I thought you were afraid of danger and didn't dare to come."

Zhang Yong quickly shook his head when he heard this and replied calmly:

"Brother Meng, please don't accuse me wrongly. As soon as this broken sword was forged, I rushed to Chang'an overnight.

It was Master Lu who wasted his time before and made me arrive late.

Look, brother, he was so busy working that he didn’t even draw the blade of his sword..."

Zhang Yong looked a little aggrieved and immediately took off the heavy sword from his back and held it in front of Meng Xiuyuan with one hand.

"Haha, the name 'Pojun' is quite good. It must have been given by Mr. Lu..."

Don't be surprised, I told him not to use this sword.

"A heavy sword has no sharp edge, and great skill has no skill." This is not just a description, but also the core key of this Kung Fu I teach you.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This sword may seem a little less powerful if it is not sharp, but it also cuts off your retreat, and always reminds you of the correct way to use this sword technique..."

Meng Xiuyuan smiled and shook his head. As he spoke, he weighed the dark heavy sword in his hand a few times, feeling quite satisfied.

This sword is five feet long, one palm wide, and half an inch thick. It is made of extremely solid materials. Although it is not made of extraordinary stones like Meng Xiuyuan's own white jade sword, it still weighs more than two hundred kilograms, making it equally extraordinary.

Made of iron.

It was obvious that Lu Miaozi was very considerate of his request and had spent a lot of money and effort on it. He was not a fool as Zhang Yong said.

"Yongzi, you said Mr. Lu delayed making the sword due to personal matters. What happened?

Given his character, since he promised me to forge the sword as soon as possible, he would never break his promise so easily..."

As Meng Xiuyuan spoke, he danced a few swords casually. The speed was not fast, but he carried an aura as heavy as a mountain. Zhang Yong, who was observing attentively, suddenly felt a little out of breath, as if he was about to be crushed by the extremely heavy sword force.

collapse.

After taking a deep breath and calming down for a long time, Zhang Yong finally answered:

"I heard from Master Lu that he seemed to have gone to the Jiangnan Evil Emperor Temple to visit his old friend, the Evil Emperor, Xiang Yutian.

From the look on his face, I guess it was because I heard the news that Xiang Yutian was still alive from you, Brother Meng, and I couldn't wait to miss my old friend, so I ran over immediately.

But it's a pity that he arrived a step too late after all, and Xiang Yutian has disappeared, leaving only a letter to Master Lu..."

When Meng Xiuyuan heard what Zhang Yong said, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He immediately stopped waving the heavy sword in his hand and asked:

"Then Xiang Yutian is not in the Evil Emperor Temple, where did he go?"

Zhang Yong looked slightly hesitant. He calmly sorted out his thoughts before reluctantly answering:

"Master Lu didn't explain it to me in detail. He just said that according to what was written in the letter, Xiang Yutian felt that he had lived long enough and had no worries, so he left this world.

I don’t know what he means. Did the evil emperor commit suicide?

But I see that Master Lu’s expression does not show sadness, but rather a sense of relief..."

"Um?!"

Even with Meng Xiuyuan's cultivation at this time, he couldn't help but be quite surprised when he heard the news, and his face changed slightly. He never expected that in a short period of time, the evil emperor would have shattered the void and left.

"To put it this way, it's really a pity..."

After pondering for a long time, Meng Xiuyuan sighed quietly.

Ever since the encounter in the Demon-Conquering Cave, this Evil Emperor has always been the strongest imaginary enemy in Meng Xiuyuan's heart.

During this period, Meng Xiuyuan made successive breakthroughs in martial arts, but he did not dare to be careless at all, just for the final showdown with this warrior who had reached an otherworldly realm.

At this moment, when he suddenly heard the news that he had broken into the void and left, Meng Xiuyuan not only felt a little empty for a moment, but also had many doubts at the same time.

If Xiang Yutian was shattered during Meng Xiuyuan's lifetime, is he still considered the strongest person in this world? Does Meng Xiuyuan have to break the void and pursue him to have a chance to leave the Tang Dynasty world?

In other words, if Xiang Yutian is no longer a person in this world, then who should be the strongest person in this world?

"Lord" Ning Daoqi, "Evil King" Shi Zhixuan, or that "Heavenly Sword" Song Que?

Such a situation, which he had never encountered in his previous two lives, made Meng Xiuyuan a little unexpected for a while, and he was not sure what his chance of reincarnation would be this time.

"Brother Meng, are you okay?

Why are you more sad than Master Lu when Na Xiang Yutian committed suicide?"

Zhang Yong's rather "intelligent" voice pulled Meng Xiuyuan out of his thoughts.

"It's okay, let's not talk about this for now... By the way, Yongzi, let's talk about business."

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head slightly, quickly put aside these doubts for the time being, turned to look at Zhang Yong, and said to him solemnly:

"The reason why I asked you to come to Chang'an this time is because I was touched by your words before and wanted to deal with the demons of the Demon Sect together with you.
To be continued...