Chapter 135 Zhang Muyun's Engagement

The reason why the disciples of the Qilin Academy are so mysterious and hidden so deeply is a kind of protection to avoid being assassinated by other sects.

"You have to listen to your master's words, your master is also for your own good!"

Lu Ming said seriously.

Qiuyue stuck out her tongue and said, "I know, young master, but now Qiuyue can't accompany him and take care of him."

"Then you have to practice hard. When you reach the fourth level of the Great Martial Master, the young master will take you to the world."

Lu Ming encouraged.

"Really? Young master is not allowed to lie."

Qiuyue's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Of course it's true, when did the young master lie to you?"

Lu Ming smiled.

Time passed while the two chatted, and more than an hour passed quickly.

"Master, I'm leaving, Master should find me."

Qiuyue reluctantly said.

"Go, with your talent, we will soon be able to travel the world together."

Lu Ming pinched Qiuyue's face and smiled.

Qiuyue's big eyes flickered with mist, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Lu Ming's face, then turned around and ran away, like a frightened rabbit, and disappeared into the mountains and forests in a blink of an eye.

Feeling the faint moistness and fragrance on his face, Lu Ming smiled slightly and whispered, "This girl, I haven't seen you for a while, and I'm much more courageous."

Shaking his head slightly, he turned and left.

In the following days, continue to practice and hunt monsters.

Martial skills and cultivation are steadily improving.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, another month has passed.

This month's harvest is gratifying.

The Astral Musket Art finally made another breakthrough, reaching the sixth level, the realm of the unity of human and martial arts.

However, Ling Kongbu has only cultivated to the peak of the second level, and has not yet broken through the third level.

However, Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of martial arts, and the next step is to become a great martial artist.

"It's time to go back."

Counting the time, it has been more than two months since Lu Ming entered the coastal mountains.

The way of cultivation can be relaxed one by one, and one cannot blindly cultivate, and blindly cultivate hard, and sometimes it may not have a good effect.

With a move, Lu Ming headed towards Xuan Yuanjian.

After half a day, Lu Ming returned to the dormitory.

"Senior Brother Lu Ming, you're finally back, I thought you couldn't catch up?"

As soon as he saw Lu Ming, Pang Shi hurriedly said.

"Can't catch up? What can't catch up?"

Lu Ming asked curiously.

"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong's engagement banquet!"

Hua Chi walked out of the room with an invitation in his hand.

"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong are engaged?" Lu Ming was slightly taken aback.

"Seven days ago, Zhang Muyun personally came to send you an invitation, but unfortunately you were not here, so he left this invitation with me."

Hua Chi handed the invitation to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming opened the invitation and saw that the time happened to be today, and the address was at the Sword Dance Courtyard in Xuanjian City.

The Sword Dance Courtyard, Lu Ming has heard, is very famous in Xuanjian City and is known for its elegant environment. Many celebrities will choose to hold the Sword Dance Courtyard whenever they have a happy event.

"Then I'm rushing at the right time, and I'm rushing now, just in time!"

Lu Ming smiled.

Now that the sun has not set, it is not too late.

Zhang Muyun gave Lu Ming a very good impression. He was a good friend. The other party was engaged to Zhuo Yirong, and he came to send him an invitation in person. Lu Ming naturally wanted to go.

"Do you want to go together?"

Lu Ming asked.

"Forget it, this time all the experts are here, so we won't join in the fun."

Huachi Road.

Lu Ming knew that Hua Chi was arrogant, so he didn't say any more, he said goodbye, and walked towards Xuanjian City.

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Xuanjian City's Sword Dance Courtyard was extremely lively.

The red lights are shining brightly, and it is festive.

Zhang Muyun was extremely talented. When Lu Ming was not on the rise, he was firmly at the top of the bronze list. Even Duanmu Yunyang, the rookie king, was crushed by him.

Moreover, he is easy-going, lenient, and has the style of a king, and his popularity in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is very good.

This time, he was engaged to Zhuo Yirong. There were 60 people on the bronze list, and more than 50 people came.

Not only that, but there were also some silver-level disciples, elders and deacons, and even the silver-robed elders.

In addition to Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong's families, there are hundreds of people in the Sword Dance Courtyard.

There was a flat open space beside a small lake in the Sword Dance Courtyard. In the open space, dozens of tables were placed for banquets.

At this time, although the table has not yet opened, the people have basically arrived.

Acquaintances sat at a table and chatted with each other.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a guard stumbled in, there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, and one side of his face was swollen.

"Zhang Ji, what's going on?"

Beside Zhang Muyun, his father stood up and asked coldly.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of other people, and they all looked over in surprise.

"Master, Young Master, there are people outside the door who have no invitations and are uninvited. We just asked, and they hurt people. They have already forced their way in. We can't stop them."

The guard said loudly.

"What invitation? Where are we going, do we still need invitations?"

An arrogant and cold voice sounded, and three young people came over.

"Who are you? Don't you know today is Brother Zhang's engagement day? How dare you force your way?"

A disciple of Qinglongyuan got up and shouted.

His name is Wu Kui, and he ranks forty-third on the bronze list.

"Yo yo yo, what is a big deal for a disciple on the bastard bronze list to get married? What dare you?"

A young man with a sword in his arms sneered.

"Arrogant, let me see what capital you have?"

Wu Kui shouted angrily, his body moved, like a goshawk, he rushed towards the young man holding the knife, and grabbed the young man holding the knife with one claw.

"The little tricks of carving insects, you dare to make an axe!"

The young man with the knife sneered, and he chopped out a palm.

Swish!

The palm of the young man holding the knife was clearly just a flesh palm, but everyone seemed to see a peerless battle saber unsheathed, the sword light rising into the sky, and a bright sword light slashed on Wu Kui's claws.

In the next instant, Wu-gui screamed, and flew back upside down, smashing two tables in a row, before standing up, but his body kept shaking, and one of his palms was dripping with blood.

Everyone was shocked, and looked at the young man with a knife in shock.

With a casual slash from the palm of his hand, Wu Kui was wounded, and this kind of combat power is by no means easy.

You must know that Wu Kui is ranked 43rd on the Bronze Ranking. If you want to beat him with such an easy move, at least the top 20 geniuses on the Bronze Ranking can do it. But these few people are very face-to-face, and they are not disciples of the Four Great Courts at all.

Where did the genius come from?

Zhang Muyun got up and clasped his fists, and said, "Who are these people? Zhang believes that he has never offended you."

"Hey, are you Zhang Muyun, who ranks second on the bronze list?"

One of the young men with a cold expression said.

If Lu Ming was here, he would definitely recognize that this ruthless young man was Jian Wuchen from the Qilin Academy.

The other two were all disciples of the Qilin Academy.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao