Chapter 121: Mount Li's Highest Apprentice

The appearance of the man undoubtedly saved Linglong Pavilion.

Although his identity was still unclear, there was no doubt that his words carried weight in the hearts of the crowd. Hence, everyone stopped what they were doing at that moment.

"I am Ning Zhumang, the headmaster of Linglong Pavilion. I thank you for your righteous action, but I wonder what you should address me as?"

As the sect leader, Ning Zhumang took a step forward and walked over to the man. He cupped his hands and asked the man.

"Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Mo Chen Zi." But before the man could respond, Zhong Changhen said.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone instantly sucked in a breath of cold air and cast their gazes on the man.

The man nodded in acknowledgement of his identity. His gaze swept across the crowd and paused for a moment before looking at Zhong Changhen. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zhong's cultivation has improved since we left the Mausoleum of the Sword 30 years ago."

Hearing this, Zhong Changhen smiled bitterly. The difference between the two of them had already been exposed during the battle with the little monk. He could understand why his master was so obsessed back then.

Some people, even though you've put in all your strength, are still unable to compare to them. This feeling is indeed enough to make people go astray.

At this time, Ning Zhumang had also digested the shocking news that the man in front of him was the legendary gravekeeper.

"So he's the gravekeeper. I wonder who this demonic monk is just now?" He asked in a deep voice.

Ning Zhumang only asked the same question as last time.

"Ah!"

A panicked exclamation suddenly sounded. However, two figures slowly descended from the sky and arrived at the man's side.

The two of them were also dressed in black. One of them looked like a young man in his early twenties, and his expression was flustered. The exclamation from before came from his mouth. The other was a young girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was extremely beautiful, especially her purple eyes. They were strange and beautiful, and they were extremely soul-catching. But strangely, although she was still young, her expression was extremely indifferent, unlike that of the young man beside him.

"Companion." Seemingly realizing that the arrival of the two of them had brought some doubts to the crowd, Mo Chen Zi spoke at that time. Then, he changed the topic. "I don't know what that little monk was just now, However, he seems to have been sealed by someone. The battle with Brother Zhong just now has undoubtedly awakened the power of the seal. If we forcefully chase him and force him into the Death Realm, I'm afraid he will inevitably do something shocking. At that time, I can't guarantee that we will be able to take him down. "

Mo Chen Zi's words were vague. He seemed to know something, but he didn't want to say it openly. However, he had helped the Linglong Pavilion after all. In addition, there were many people here, so Ning Zhumang didn't want to ask any more questions. Therefore, he smiled and asked, "I wonder what Brother Mo came to our Linglong Pavilion for this time?"

The gravekeeper had a heavy responsibility, especially after the incident of the Vastsea Stealing Sword thirty years ago. As one of the two remaining gravekeepers, he rarely left the Mausoleum of the Sword. Mo Chen Zi's sudden appearance in Ning Zhumang's eyes was not as simple as a coincidence. At that time, he couldn't help but glance at Xu Han not far away with the corner of his eyes. In his opinion, the only possibility that could cause the gravekeeper to walk out of the Sword Tomb and arrive at the Exquisite Pavilion was that descendant of the Vastsea Stream.

He couldn't understand Jian Ling's attitude towards Canghai Liu, so he couldn't help but secretly weigh it in his heart at that time. If Mo Chen Zi asked him for someone, would Xu Hanbao protect him?

Even though Ning Zhumang's contact with Xu Han these past few days, coupled with the fact that Xu Han had sacrificed his life to protect everyone in Yanlai, made Ning Zhumang's senses towards this youth quite good.

However, he knew very well what his original intention was when he came into contact with Xu Han.

What he valued was the relationship between Xu Han and Tiance Prefecture. Perhaps this relationship could bring some change to the Linglong Pavilion that was swaying in the wind and rain one day in the future, but whether this relationship was worth fighting with the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum was very debatable.

"Him." However, the man quickly dispelled the worries in Ning Zhumang's heart. He extended his hand and pointed at the young man who had just landed beside him.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but cast their gazes on the young man.

However, the young man seemed to be still silently dragged into the sky by the girl. At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and he was constantly stooping to the side to retch. It seemed that the flight to the heavens and the earth was not a very good experience for him.

The surrounding voices suddenly quieted down.

The young man seemed to have sensed something at that time. He stopped his awkward movements and slowly raised his head to look at the crowd. When he saw the crowd looking at him at that time, the young man's face turned red and he hurriedly straightened his body, trying to conceal his previous awkwardness.

"Who is this?" Ning Zhumang frowned. Obviously, he did not recognize this young man's identity.

"Meng Liang!" The young man raised his eyebrows and said.

The peacock that looked like a peacock was waiting for its expected praise.

"Meng Liang?" Just as he had expected, after hearing this name, a burst of cries of alarm did resound in the crowd.

If one were to say what was the most talked about in the current Great Zhou Jianghu, it would probably not be Wang Muji of Beijiang who could not escape the war, nor would it be the upcoming Dao Discussion Conference.

It was Meng Liang, a disciple of Mount Li from the Chen Kingdom who had challenged the younger generation of the Great Zhou Sword Dao!

Even Yue Chengpeng, the son of Yue Fuyao of Heavenly Battle City, was defeated by his sword. The only one in the younger generation who could defeat this overwhelming Meng Liang was Zhong Changhen's high-ranking disciple, Chen Xuanji.

This battle was not only about who the world's number one genius of the Sword Dao was, it was also about the reputation of the Great Zhou's Jianghu.

Therefore, everyone in the world was extremely concerned about this battle.

However, the people from the Exquisite Pavilion did not expect that the rumoured genius of the Sword Dao would appear in such a different way.

Meng Liang naturally felt the strange gazes of the crowd at that time. His face inevitably flushed red, but he was unwilling to lose the face of Mount Li and the Chen Kingdom.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the sword behind him was unsheathed. Meng Liang held the sword in his hand and stood with his head held high.

"Where's Chen Xuanji? Mount Li disciple Meng Liang is asking for battle!" At that time, he shouted loudly. He felt that the only way to alleviate his current predicament was to defeat Chen Xuanji in front of everyone with the sword in his hand.

And he did achieve what he wanted.

At that moment, he had a dignified appearance, a sharp sword in his hand, and the sword intent all over his body. He really looked like a young swordsman.

The surrounding people did indeed give vigilant or exclamatory gazes at that time.

Meng Liang was very satisfied with this. He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, wanting to invite another battle.

However, when his words reached his mouth, the dizziness of being pulled flying by the girl came again, causing his stomach to tumble.

As a result, this Mount Li disciple, who was only about a dozen breaths away, bent his body down again, his face pale as he started to retch in front of the thousands of disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion…

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