The Tianmu Mountain Range stretches for hundreds of miles, the highest peak of which is called Tianjian Peak, and Tianmu Villa is located on Tianjian Peak.

Tianmu Villa has a very long history, even longer than Cangtian Sword Pavilion, and can be traced back to the founding of the Yantian Empire. Tianmu Villa is very large, and has gathered half of the outstanding swordsmiths of the Yantian Empire, with nearly ten thousand people, who are dedicated to making swords.

The royal family and major sword sects forged weapons.

Different from other main sects, Tianmu Villa never participates in any battles between sects and the royal family. It only forges swords safely on Tianmu Mountain. Whoever needs weapons pays first and then receives the items. They are treated equally and there is no favoritism.

The highest cultivation level in the villa is only at the Yuan Luo realm, but no one has ever forcibly seized the famous sword in the villa. Although Tianmu Villa does not participate in any battles, it has some human relations with major forces, and some families and sects

They would take care of the villa out of kindness and give it the respect it deserves. Therefore, no matter how the outside world changes over the past thousands of years, the villa has always been safe and sound.

Tomorrow is the day of Tianmu Villa's sword-making conference. Tianmu Villa sincerely invites all major sects to come and watch. Those who are capable can even take it away for free after the magic weapon is born. The Villa will never be reluctant to part with it.

This is the hot spot of the sword-making conference. It is a glorious thing in itself to be able to take away a magic weapon that has been made by the sword-making masters of Tianmu Villa. In the past thousand years, Tianmu Villa has only held it four times in total.

Every time a divine weapon is born, it will cause a sensation throughout the empire.

Many major sects set out in advance, fearing that they would not be able to catch up to this moment. Even before the sword-making meeting, the entire mountain range was already bustling with people, and the Tianmu Villa was even more crowded. Now many sword-smiths have put down their hands.

work, arranging resting places for guests.

However, there are still some people who are not in a hurry, as if this matter has nothing to do with them.

In the evening, Yan Ting leisurely came to the foot of the mountain. After two days of traveling, he finally arrived here.

He looked forward and found a thatched cottage not far away, with firelight inside. It happened to be getting late, so he would rest in this thatched cottage for the night before going up the mountain tomorrow.

After leading the horse to park outside, Yan Ting walked into the thatched cottage and found that there were already more than a dozen people sitting around several bonfires. They were dressed in different costumes and they were probably not members of the same sect.

Yan Ting found an open place and found a pile of firewood to make a fire to keep warm. The weather had turned cooler in autumn and the temperature at night had also dropped, so he felt a little cold.

"There are already a lot of people, but here comes another person to share the firewood. It's really unlucky." Seeing Yan Ting taking away a pile of firewood, one person cursed in a low voice.

But Yan Ting ignored him and lit a flame on his own, then sat beside the bonfire.

The one with the highest level of cultivation among these people is only a seventh-level Tianyuan. They are generally over twenty-two years old. For ordinary sects, they are still considered geniuses, but if they are higher up, they are not good enough.

I didn't take them with me when I left the door, and I sneaked out again. As a result, I didn't make it in time, so I rested here.

There is no need to get to know this kind of person.

When the young man who spoke saw that Yan Ting was silent, he became more serious and said, "It turns out he is a mute. It's really funny. A mute also comes to participate in the sword-making conference."

Yan Ting still didn't speak, but took out a piece of clothing from the space ring and put it on, and kept spitting out hot air to warm his hands.

Suddenly, another person walked in. This person was dressed in white clothes, clean and elegant, with a cold and beautiful face. He was wearing a pair of white gloves and exuded a heroic spirit.

Yan Ting raised his head slightly, suddenly smiled, and then added a few pieces of firewood to make the fire a little more lively.

The visitor obviously saw Yan Ting, smiled slightly, walked straight towards him, and sat down next to him.

"Why are you here too?"

Yan Ting shook his head with a bitter smile and said: "I went to Yanmo Valley to collect Flame Soul Grass, but was forced to go deep by three Yuan Luo. Then I crossed Yanmo Valley and happened to hear the story of Tianmu Villa from a group of people.

I just planned to join in the fun."

Ye Sixuan frowned slightly: "Three Yuan Luo? Who wants to kill you?"

"If I guess correctly, it should be someone from Zhulu Academy. Didn't Mo Xuanzhang tell you last time that a person named Gu Feichun has been targeting us? I think it was him who did it. In Zhulu Academy, it should be

He is the only one who wants to kill me." Yan Ting said calmly, but murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Ye Sixuan snorted coldly: "It turns out that Zhu

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Deer Academy is not united."

Yan Ting smiled and said nothing.

"By the way, why are you the only one from the Ye family?"

"My uncle has already gone up the mountain with some people. I don't like walking with so many people, so I took a step back and met you at the foot of the mountain." Ye Sixuan said, and suddenly the conversation changed: "You probably don't know,

Is it about the arrival of the raging lion in Yantian Empire?"

Yan Ting looked confused and then shook his head.

"I heard that the Furious Lion's thunder-fire ancient paulownia wood was stolen, and then spread his anger on the Yantian Empire, and also killed two Yuandao realm experts, one of whom was a seventh-level Yuandao. Later, grandpa personally came to

I severely injured it and brought it back to Yanmo Valley. Didn't you notice anything strange when you crossed Yanmo Valley?" Ye Sixuan looked at Yan Ting and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The corner of Yan Ting's mouth twitched, and then he took a breath of cold air. His hands unconsciously rubbed on his thighs, and his eyes wandered wildly.

"I...how did I notice something strange...it was too late to hide. I almost died in there several times in the past month. How could I have the time to care about these things!" Yan Ting licked his lips and suddenly felt guilty.

Oh my god, the Thunder Fire Ancient Paulownia wood he stole really belonged to the Raging Lion, and it directly caused the Yantian Empire to be in catastrophe, killing two Yuandao realms. This chain reaction was too...

"Then the casualties of the Yantian Empire...are they huge?" Yan Ting asked in a low voice.

Ye Sixuan smiled and shook his head: "Fortunately, my grandfather and the others resisted desperately. Only two Yuandao realms and hundreds of people died in the Yantian Empire. However, Cangtian Jiange suffered a big loss. Cangxu Dao and his four swords

All the servants were seriously injured, but compared to Cangtian Jiange, the losses suffered by my Ye family are much smaller."

A look of pain flashed across Yan Ting's face for a moment, and his mood became extremely depressed. Did hundreds of people die?

His greed caused hundreds of innocent people to die at the hands of an angry lion. This feeling of killing others is really uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Sixuan noticed something strange about Yan Ting and pushed him.

"Oh, it's okay." Yan Ting pretended to be relaxed.

Ye Sixuan sneered: "You won't be sad because hundreds of people died, are you? Did you do this?"

"No...it's not..." Yan Ting looked nervous.

Ye Sixuan felt confused and whispered: "It's strange, you are a little unnatural today. Did you do something wrong when you came here?"

Yan Ting looked at Ye Sixuan with wide eyes, patted his chest, and said: "I am a seven-foot tall man. I stand upright and can do anything bad. If a ghost sees me, he will shake his head and run away."

"Humph..." Ye Sixuan chuckled.

Seeing Ye Sixuan smiling, Yan Ting suddenly said: "Actually, you look pretty when you smile. You must have been born well in your family. Your mother is so beautiful, and Mo Xuanzhang looks... not worse than me. One day you will

If you wear women's clothes, a lot of people might come over and want you."

Ye Sixuan smiled bitterly and shook her head. Suddenly her smile froze on her face. What was wrong with her? Mr. Ye, who made people laugh and kill people without blinking an eye, was actually talking and laughing with a man here...

Has her mentality changed so much since the family reunion?

"Have you had enough quarreling? I've heard you chattering since I came in. If you don't talk for one night, you will die, right? Why don't you save what you have to say to your grave?"

Yan Ting and Ye Sixuan looked up and found that a young man had stood up, pointed at the two of them and cursed loudly.

Yan Ting looked at the people sitting around and warming themselves by the fire, and asked: "You are all still talking, and you are all talking and chatting over there, but you have a problem with us. Why do you think we are so small and easy to bully?"

"You are the loudest ones. I'm not happy about it. You guys started arguing non-stop as soon as you came in. It's not over yet. Please try telling me something again." The young man frowned and became angry. He dared to talk back when he saw Yan Ting.

, walked directly to him and pointed his finger at his nose and cursed.

Yan Ting glanced at Ye Sixuan. At this moment, she was lighting up the fire as if nothing had happened. These people probably didn't know Ye Sixuan, otherwise they wouldn't dare to do this even if they had a hundred courages.

Ye Sixuan didn't care, and he didn't care either. He said in a nonchalant manner: "Then let's keep our voices down."

Yan Ting's compromise only made the young man's suppressed anger burn brightly. If Yan Ting confronts him,

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Fortunately, he could find a chance to vent his anger, but he actually compromised...

The young man snorted coldly, and suddenly another idea came to his mind: "Am I asking you to lower your voice? I'm asking you to shut up. Shut up, you understand? Stop talking, otherwise I will kill you."

Yan Ting looked at the young man with dull eyes. At this moment, he was not thinking about how to beat this man, but he was very confused as to why there were so many idiots these days. He always felt that others were easy to bully. Aren't he afraid of being kicked on the iron plate?

, don’t you really think that kicking someone on the iron plate and then apologizing and kowtowing will be useful? Not everyone has the same temper as him.

While Yan Ting was thinking about these things, suddenly a pale light flashed past his eyes, so fast that even Yan Ting could not catch its trajectory.

The young man who had been threatening Yan Ting just now was standing there like a zombie, his hand still pointing at Yan Ting, and a red line gradually appeared on his neck from the flesh color, and then he fell straight down.

Yan Ting frowned and looked at Ye Sixuan next to him, only to see Ye Sixuan slowly put back the soft sword, and then continued to warm the fire as if nothing had happened.

"Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

Several heavy shouts were heard, and several people sitting with the young man ran over at the same time, drawing their swords and surrounding them.

Ye Sixuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at these people, and said calmly: "I am in a good mood today, so I will only kill this one. If you don't want to die, just sit back and pretend that nothing happened."

"You killed my junior brother and you just want to end it like this?" The seventh-level Tianyuan with the highest cultivation level took a step forward and said.

"Revenge for junior brother!"

"Put down your..."

Before Yan Ting could finish his words, a circle of white light suddenly flashed around him, and without even a ripple of vitality, these six people fell down like six boneless maggots.

"You..." Yan Ting's reaction arc seemed to have lengthened several times at this moment. He wanted to accuse Ye Sixuan, but he couldn't say anything.

Ye Sixuan looked at the other side and said coldly: "You know what to do, right?"

The people warming up by the fire originally had the attitude of watching a show, but there was no trace of a smile on their faces at this moment. They all looked like they had seen a ghost in the daytime, with looks of shock and panic on their faces. They nodded one after another, and then escaped from the thatched cottage.
To be continued...