Chapter 442 Wanjian Mountain

In the Third Medicine Valley, in front of a mountain on the north side, Gu An and An Xin stood side by side. They watched their disciples insert swords into the mountain.

This mountain does not have any flowers or plants, it is bare and the rocks are red. The mountain was not formed naturally, but is made of special stones purchased by Gu An. This kind of stone is often used to make formation platforms, magical instruments, etc.

An Xin turned her head to look at Gu An and asked curiously: "Master, did you create this sword mountain to leave a legacy?"

Gu An smiled and said, "You will know later."

An Xin was even more curious about the sword mountain ahead when she heard him speak so mysteriously.

Gu An raised his hand and a stone tablet flew out, landed in front of Jianshan Mountain and inserted into the soil. He then waved his hand in the air, using his fingers as a pen to carve words on the stone tablet.

An Xin looked carefully and could feel a sense of momentum from Gu An's handwriting. She couldn't describe this momentum in words. For some reason, she felt a sense of loneliness.

Wanjian Mountain! The reason why Gu An did not directly write Wanjian Mountain Range was that he was afraid of directly hitting the cause and effect. One less word would seem redundant, but in fact, it was completely different.

There are many Wanjian Ridges and many Wanjian Mountains in different worlds.

As soon as the three words "Wanjian Mountain" appeared, An Xin suddenly felt that this sword mountain had a god.

There were obviously many disciples on the mountain inserting swords, but she just felt different.

"Wait until they are done, and no disciples are allowed to set foot here from now on."

Gu An left after saying this.

An Xin stood where she was and continued to admire Wanjian Mountain. She always felt that this mountain held some mysteries.

In the next few days, Wanjian Mountain became a frequently talked about existence among the disciples and visiting monks in the valley. The three words Wanjian Mountain sounded very imposing, not to mention that the valley master Gu An had a relationship with Fudao Jianzun, which made them have to pay attention.

The news was also spreading to Taixuan Gate.

Ever since Gu An claimed that he was the Sword Master Fudao, his fame has skyrocketed. All the major families have investigated him, and Pan An's true identity can no longer be hidden. It is precisely because Pan An is who he is that all the major families have started to let their disciples study books such as Investiture of the Gods, Journey to the West, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. They think that the Sword Master Fudao must hope to convey something to them through Pan An.

Even if they think too much, if they can memorize Pan An's book, they will have something to say when facing Fudao Sword Master in the future. It will not do any harm.

It was noon that day.

Outside Taixuan Gate.

An Hao led Jueluo Jianjun out of the forest. He turned his head and looked at Jueluo Jianjun and said, "I only know that my master is in Taixuan Sect. I don't know who he is. If he wants to see you, he will find you. Remember, don't hurt the disciples in the sect."

Jue Luo Sword Lord snorted, "How could I, the great Sword Lord of Da Hong Jian Tian, ​​harm a mortal spirit?"

He turned into a sword light and fled towards Taixuan Gate.

An Hao followed him, but could no longer find the presence of Jueluo Sword Master.

So, An Hao decided to go to the Third Medicine Valley to see An Xin first.

Half an incense stick of time later, An Hao landed on the top of a mountain. From here, he could overlook the entire Third Medicine Valley.

Compared with many years ago, the Third Medicine Valley is more prosperous and more imposing. Formations are set up on every mountain around it, and one can also see disciples working and practicing in the valley.

"Things have really changed."

An Hao murmured to himself, his tone full of emotion.

He suddenly panicked, fearing that An Xin was no longer there.

Just as he was about to jump down, he heard a noise nearby. He glanced over and saw a man and a rat running towards him.

He remembered that rat. It was the white spirit rat raised by Gu An. There were many of them in Taixuan Sect, but he had never seen any white spirit rat as fat as Gu An's, so he always remembered it.

Behind the Bai Ling Rat was a sturdy young man.

When An Hao saw the other person for the first time, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This guy looks a bit like Gu An, which makes him a little dazed.

The most important thing is that this boy does not have a trace of spiritual power, but his physique is incredibly strong. He even feels that this boy has the physique of Nirvana.

An Hao became interested in Long Qing. When the white rat ran past him, he didn't care and kept his eyes on Long Qing.

The Bai Ling Rat suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at An Hao, his eyes full of suspicion.

It felt as if it had seen this person somewhere.

When Long Qing saw An Hao's gaze, he couldn't help but slow down his pace. In front of outsiders, he had to be decent and not bring shame to the Third Medicine Valley.

He came in front of An Hao, clasped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile: "I am Long Qing, a disciple of the Third Medicine Valley. I don't know your name, but do you want to enter the Third Medicine Valley?"

Today, the Third Medicine Valley has a great reputation in the Taixuan Sect and enjoys a high status. As a disciple of the Third Medicine Valley, even if he is a menial disciple, he can have the confidence to face anyone.

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An Hao looked at Long Qing and asked, "What is your relationship with Gu An?"

Long Qing heard the other party addressing the master by his name, and with his extraordinary demeanor, he guessed that An Hao had a close relationship with the master, so he replied: "He is my master, you want to find him? He just went out today, he should be back before the evening, I will take you into the valley?"

"Master? Why do I feel like you are his descendant?" An Hao said with a smile.

Hearing this, Long Qing was not angry, because many people had said so and he had suspected it, but Gu An denied that they were related by blood. In the end, he could only blame it on the fact that they had been together for a long time and his master had influenced his appearance and temperament.

Long Qing shook his head and said, "I'm not, but I hope so."

An Hao did not ask further questions, nor did he care about the loneliness in his tone. An Hao smiled and said, "Punch me. If you hurt me, I will teach you the magical power of the flesh body, which can be used without spiritual power."

Long Qing frowned and said, "Not good, right?"

Supernatural powers? Do you think I'm just a master? He has learned supernatural powers from Shen Xinzi, but in his opinion, supernatural powers are not that powerful.

An Hao raised his hand and asked provocatively, "You are not afraid, are you? You have such a strong body, but you dare not take action. Aren't you wasting the gift of God to you?"

When Long Qing heard this, he became furious.

He raised his right hand and slowly clenched his fist. Visible energy surrounded his fist. His robe began to flutter, his long hair danced, and his whole temperament suddenly changed.

His expression turned stern, making An Hao feel that he was more like Gu An.

Long Qing said coldly: "If I beat you to a pulp, don't regret it!"

An Hao smiled proudly and said, "You want to defeat me? Even if you practice for another 100,000 years, it won't be possible!"

A cold light suddenly flashed in Long Qing's eyes. He took a step forward suddenly, with his right fist behind him. His body was like a bow, and his fist was thrown out from his waist. All the strength of his body was poured into his fist.

He could feel that An Hao was very strong, so in order not to embarrass himself, he naturally had to give it his all.

The punch was thrown with a roar like a muffled thunder, startling the disciples of the Medicine Valley in the distance. Whether they were on the mountain or in the valley, they all turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound came from.

An Xin, who was practicing under the Xuanqing tree, also opened her eyes and looked over, her brows furrowed.

(End of this chapter)