On this day, there were still people coming and going at the foot of Wang Quan Mountain, some people going up the mountain, some people going down the mountain, and many people stopped in front of the sword-removing stone to understand the mystery of the sword-removing stone.

In the past six months, as someone insisted on holding a sword to go up the mountain and blood scattered under the mountain, the fact that this sword-removing stone contained a powerful martial art was naturally known.

Unfortunately, in the past six months, there have been no less than a thousand people in the predecessors of Jie Jianshi, but no one has been able to comprehend martial arts from it.

It’s just that there are always people who think they are special. If others don’t do it, they may not be able to do it.

For example, the old and the young who stopped in front of the stone tablet at this time.

In the eyes of people who come and go, this is such a person.

The young man looked about eleven or twelve years old, with a handsome and fair face, which made people feel good at seeing it, but the old man was tall and broad, with gray hair spreading, like a burly lion.

Such an old man naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"This old and a young man are very dignified. I wonder who the sacred is?"

"There are too many experts in the world. Can anyone know anyone? If you come to become a disciple, you may also be a master of scattered people."

"It's a pity that Wang Quandao does not seem to have the intention of recruiting disciples. I'm afraid that this person will not see Taoist Master Wang Quan..."

Several people nearby were talking, some speculating on the identity of the old man, and some were laughing at him.

The discussions of others were not heard by the old and the young, but they just looked at the stone tablet and were impressed.

After a long time, the old man sighed:

"This martial arts is amazing."

"Uncle, have you seen something?"

The boy was a little curious when he heard this.

The old man did not answer, but asked:

"Kaiyu, what do you think of the three words on this stone tablet?"

“The words are beautiful….”

The boy named Kaiyu spoke without hesitation:

"Iron painting silver hooks are vigorous and powerful, and the brushwork is strange. I have never seen such fonts. Not to mention other words, few people in the world can write these three words. The calligraphy of Taoist Master Wang Quan must be very good, very good."

The old man laughed: "That's right."

"Where is uncle?"

The boy asked again.

"Seeing a dark red guillotine..."

The old man's eyes were faint.

"hay cutter?"

The boy was stunned, and the others who heard this were also stunned.

I looked at the stone tablet again, and I wondered how the old man saw the guillotine.

"Go and meet the Taoist priest Wang Quan."

The old man ignored the others and walked past the sword-removing stone and climbed up the stairs.

The boy followed.

The others were thinking about his words, but turned to look, but were shocked. The old and young had disappeared on the mountain road for such a short time!

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, the old man's heart moved and raised his eyebrows to look.

I saw dark clouds suddenly appearing in the sky, rippling like ink, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire Wang Quan Mountain!
Chapter completed!