When he saw the two young men, the man and the woman, the two young men also saw him.

The eyes of the three young men met through the sunset.

For some reason, Wang Jingmeng felt that when these two people saw them, they were a little happy, but a little disappointed.

These emotions made him not feel alienated. He thought of Gu Liren's blue shirt, and thought that there was only one possibility that these two people should be from the master.

So his brows stretched out, looked at the two young men walking towards him, and asked directly: "Are you people from Bashan Sword Field?"

The girl was a little surprised and nodded, "I am Yan Xinlan, he is Lin Zhuojiu, are you Wang Jingmeng?"

Wang Jingmeng also nodded.

Before he said anything else, Lin Zhuojiu looked at him and asked seriously, "How to prove that you are Wang Jingmeng?"

Wang Jingmeng found this question very interesting.

But if he also asked the other party how to prove that they were from Bashan Sword Field, he would find it boring.

So he thought about it and directly used a sword.

Countless sword moves circling in his mind for more than twenty days. According to the position where Lin Zhuojiu was standing in front of him at this time, he naturally used one of the swords.

When the sword was stabbed out, his true energy flowed smoothly and naturally along the sword body. Although it was the first time to use this move, it gave people the feeling that he had practiced countless times.

His sword stabbed Lin Zhuojiu's chest, but the sword energy flowing from the sword was like several white feathers in the wind, floating towards the rest of Lin Zhuojiu's body.

Yan Xinlan looked at Wang Jingmeng quietly out of the sword.

In fact, when she walked from afar and saw Wang Jingmeng standing between the stone pillars like a dusty face, she did not doubt his identity.

But Gu Liren's evaluation of Wang Jingmeng was too high. She and Lin Zhuojiu were both young people's character, so they were naturally a little dissatisfied.

And because Gu Liren's evaluation was too high, she and Lin Zhuojiu subconsciously believed in their minds that what they saw should be a stunning genius with glory, rather than a dust-looking existence.

Lin Zhuojiu obviously had the same idea as her, so he would say that.

But Wang Jingmeng didn't say anything and made such a sword, but a little star-like light appeared in her eyes.

Just by just calming her sword, she felt the difference between Wang Jingmeng.

Seeing the formation of the sword intent, a truly amazing light began to appear in her eyes.

The surprise is not that she and Lin Zhuojiu cannot stop this sword, but because except for the lack of murderous intent, everything else can be described as perfect.

She knew that Gu Liren had not been able to accept Wang Jingmeng as a disciple for a long time, and after he accepted the disciple, he did not stay with Wang Jingmeng to teach, but returned to Bashan Sword Field.

She felt that even with the talent of the teacher, she could not use such a sword.

What's more, this sword is not just a false appearance, but it carries real power.

The speed of Wang Jingmeng's true energy cultivation level was far beyond her imagination.

Lin Zhuojiu opened his eyes wide.

He was in the same mood as Yan Xinlan.

This sword made his heart disappear, and his spirit quickly boosted, just like the dust of a long journey, quickly washed away from the inside out.

He also drew his sword.

A sword was like the wind and snow outside the frontier, facing Wang Jingmeng's sword intent.

Naturally, when Lin Zhuojiu's sword intent came up, a sword among the thirty-two swords appeared in Wang Jingmeng's mind.

Without any hesitation and obeying his will, his sword momentum changed instantly and he used this sword.

There was a jingle, followed by a crack.

Lin Zhuojiu took a step back, but he did not draw his sword again.

His eyes fell to his sleeves.

A crack appeared on his sleeve.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Jingmeng who was collecting his sword.

Wang Jingmeng's true energy cultivation is much worse than him, so he has deliberately restrained his strength in this sword just now. However, the sword was forced back like this and his sleeves were cut. Such an opponent did not even exist in his imagination.

Wang Jingmeng looked at Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan calmly.

For some reason, he was not attracted by Lin Zhuojiu's gaze. What he noticed more was the emotional changes in Yan Xinlan's eyes.

He thought Yan Xinlan's mood was very strange.

It seems very touching and relieved, but it is more sad.

"Uncle Gu is right. He is the best in the world. His disciple is naturally the best in the world when it comes to using swords." Lin Zhuojiu took a deep breath and bowed to Wang Jingmengwei and saluted seriously.

This is very formal.

But it must be formal. This is the first time he has met his younger brother whom he has never met before.

Wang Jingmeng frowned. He did not give him a gift immediately because he felt it was strange. He also felt the same emotions as Yan Xinlan from Lin Zhuojiu, but Lin Zhuojiu was suppressed more deeply.

"What happened?"

He looked at Lin Zhuojiu and asked seriously.

Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan did not answer immediately.

They all feel that it needs to be slowed down.

Thousands of miles away, they rushed too fast, and when they saw Wang Jingmeng's sword, they confirmed that Wang Jingmeng was the kind of person Gu Liren said. They were both sad and happy, and they could no longer control their emotions.

They were not afraid that Wang Jingmeng would be unbearable, but that the fatigue and sadness suppressed in their bodies were completely released at this time.

Even Lin Zhuojiu felt that he needed time to ease, and it was difficult for him to speak out that sentence.

In their hearts, Gu Liren was not just the uncle who brought the reputation of Bashan Sword Field to an unparalleled level with Yu Zuochi.

"Did you teach you the sword move you just now?" Yan Xinlan sat down because Lin Zhuojiu had already sat down at this time.

Lin Zhuojiu took out the water bag, but his water bag was not filled with water, but the strong wine.

"Your two swords are very special, very different from the sword moves in the sword scriptures in our Bashan Sword Field." Yan Xinlan took some dead branches and naturally began to use flint to make fire.

Wang Jingmeng nodded, and he pointed to the stone pillars around him and said, "It was not what he taught me, it was him who asked me to come here, I learned it through the sword scars here."

Lin Zhuojiu laughed.

His smile was a little bleak, but he couldn't help but lean his head and pour the wine from the water bag into his mouth.

He took a sip of wine and the fragrance filled the air.

"Uncle Gu is dead." The flames gradually ignited. Looking at the jumping fire, Yan Xinlan added some dry firewood and said slowly.

Wang Jingmeng kept looking at her and Lin Zhuojiu quietly. At this time, he suddenly stiffened. After a breath, he slowly asked: "How could he die? Isn't he the number one swordsman in the world?"

"A thing like a two-fist can't beat four-handed hands is ultimately there." Lin Zhuojiu took another sip of wine and said slowly: "Especially when others use enough costs."

Wang Jingmeng fell silent.

His emotions surprised Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan.

When they thought, Wang Jingmeng might be difficult to accept, but Wang Jingmeng seemed to accept the news very calmly.

"Who killed him?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Jingmeng asked.
Chapter completed!