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Chapter 274 Involuntary

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    Yizhou

    Mystery Valley

    The paradise of the past has become a beacon of war.

    ?Under the attacks of the three major sects, Xuanji Pavilion, which was not known for its force, had almost no power to resist.

    Located at the highest point of the central mountain, Gu Canglan, Yuanjue, and Yue Jianming quietly looked at Li Shen, the owner of Xuanji Pavilion, who was kneeling on the ground.

    "Our Xuanji Pavilion has nothing to do with the world, what do you three mean?"

    Facing the extreme pressure of the three masters, only Li Shen, who was born with great talent, found it difficult to even speak.

    "What do you mean, you should know better than us! Tell me, what is the identity of that mysterious Martial Saint?" Gu Canglan narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice.

    Yuanjue, with only one arm left, stood there like a piece of wood, closing his eyes and meditating.

    Yue Jianming looked at Li Shen with a gentle smile on his face, only smiling but not talking.

    Although Xuanji Pavilion has done a good job of intelligence, the three sects are not vegetarians. When Ren Wuxiu was looking for Xuanji Pavilion, he hardly concealed it. After a little investigation, he could know that he had been here.

    When it comes to Xuanji Pavilion's behavior over the years, everyone will realize that there is a problem.

    The reason why Xuanji Pavilion has been able to exist for so long is that apart from the most basic non-competition and non-participation in fighting in the rivers and lakes.  The Xuanji Pavilion is basically in contact with all the grandmasters, which is equivalent to a microphone for the royal intelligence system of the grandmasters.  And most of the property harvested was also given to the great masters.

    It is precisely because of this wonderful way of existence that it will neither expand nor shrink, and it has survived for hundreds of years.

    This method sounds very good, but it is actually a complete deformity.

    The purpose of any organization's existence is to become stronger and no longer be restrained.  And Xuanji Pavilion is tantamount to castrating himself, just to continue.

    Under Gu Canglan's watchful eyes, Li Shen knew that he had no possibility of being full.  And after thinking for a while, he realized that the only way to survive is to stretch the tiger skin of Lishen Dynasty.

    During the period after Ren Wuxiu's arrival, he didn't sit in the room and sleep soundly every day.  He was among the first to know about the movements and results on the field.

    The Eastern Patrol Envoy of the Martial Saint Realm actually died, and was killed by Song Yifei, the Flying Immortal Sword of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

    When he first received the news, Li Shen's head was like thunder, and he asked his subordinates to confirm it seven or eight times before reluctantly accepting it.

    Later, the Feixian Sword disappeared mysteriously, leaving only Ren Wuxiu who turned into a monster on the battlefield.

    Now that Gu Canglan came to kill him suddenly, he was already patient if he didn't kill him on the spot.  If it wasn't for the appearance of Ren Wuxiu, Song Yifei would not have disappeared, and the Tianmo Palace has already ruled the world.

    "He is from Wuyu, and he is the Eastern Envoy of the Dali Dynasty!"

    "Why did he come here?" Gu Canglan asked.

    In the ruins of the completely destroyed imperial mausoleum, Gu Canglan had seen the inscription recorded by Emperor Shenwu, and already had certain guesses in his heart.

    "For the supreme magic knife! It should be Song Yi the knife used by Senior Song!"

    At that time, the battle was very dynamic, and many people saw the overwhelming black sword glow.

    Sure enough!

    Gu Canglan thought to himself.

    "How did he know that the magic knife was born?"

    The magic knife has been buried in the imperial mausoleum for hundreds of years, and it has not come for such a long time, but it comes at this time. There may be some unknown things in it.

    "Dali Shenchao has a unique instrument that can sense"

    "Why is your heart beating faster?"

    Plop!

    Gu Canglan released a powerful saber intent from his body, and Li Shen's knees were pressed down suddenly, causing cracks in the rocky ground.

    Such a humiliating incident made Li Shen's face turn purple, but he could only grit his teeth and bow his head, not daring to say anything.

    "The three of you are so aggressive, even the grand master can't keep calm for a long time!" Li Shen took a deep breath and argued.

    "Do you treat me like a three-year-old child? If you can really sense it accurately, why put you here?"

    "that is because¡­¡­"

    "No need to explain, tell me, will they come?"

    "Yes! I will definitely come! And the people who come will only be stronger! Even if the warriors of the three kingdoms are added together, they can't"

    Li Shenzheng is going to detail??do it!  "

    In a place close to a tributary of the Jinlong River, there is a small village with a population of less than 100 households - Chiling Village.

    Mountain village dwellings shaded by green trees, bluestone bricks and tiles.  Looking from a distance, the golden corn is crowded with the beams on the house, and a bunch of dried peppers are hung on the pillars of the house. The red Spring Festival couplets and New Year pictures are antique.

    The red clouds and the pine trees on the west mountain should be accompanied by the smoke rising from the roofs of the farmhouses like clouds.

    The shepherd boy played the flute to drive back the "moo" sound of the cattle.  The farmers returned with their hoes on their backs, singing folk songs full of the roughness and vastness of the mountains and fields, without rhythm or tune.

    Three or five groups of gazelles graze on the green grass with their heads down.  The sunset, farmhouse, shepherd boy, grass, wild flowers, and the quiet mountain village are like a wonderful watercolor painting.

    Song Yifei, who was in a deep sleep state, faintly heard strands of guqin playing, and his chaotic consciousness seemed to see a glimmer of light.

    [The sound of the piano coming from a long time, sometimes sonorous and enthusiastic.  Like water blocking a river and rocks, waves holding back a flying boat, sometimes sad and euphemistic, like wind whistling in a canyon, full of twists and turns, sometimes unrestrained and open-minded, like the moon traveling through the clouds, and the water overflowing the flat river.  ¡¿

    [The Tianlong Bayin that I practiced in the past, I have been unable to understand it for a long time, but now I hear the rhythm, and my heart understands] (Remember the website of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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