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Everyone spoke.

There was not much sadness from parting. For such an expert, other than life and death, there was no permanent parting. There was only wanting to see him or not.

Hua Jiebing and Attained Suzhu did not stay any longer. They stepped on the sword qi lotus flower and tore open the rain curtain that filled the sky, leaving magnificently.

On the mountain path outside the Sixth Mountain.

The 10,000-strong army arranged by Emperor Zhao looked up.

The two Nation Supporting and Nation Suppressing Generals, and the incomparably dignified Upper Pillar General Liu Guanshi, who had just been dispatched, looked up and looked at the Bodhisattva and Guanyin who had broken through the air and left without moving.

The two Golden Guards Generals wanted to draw their sabers, but when they saw that the dignified Upper Pillar General and the two generals did not move at all, they immediately let go of their sabers awkwardly.

The rain came thinly and sparsely, but it could not be more than that.

At the foot of the Sixth Mountain.

A luxurious carriage was parked quietly.

Fourth Master Lin was wearing a bamboo hat and a Confucian shirt. He had a firewood saber at his waist and a black spear on his back. He gently patted the horse that was pulling the carriage in the spring rain.

On the shaft of the carriage, Lin Zhuifeng sat cross-legged with a fire stick at her waist and a bamboo hat on her head.

In the carriage, Lin Qingyin lifted the curtain from time to time and looked at the misty Sixth Mountain.

Suddenly, several figures slowly walked down the mountain path covered by the misty rain.

The Sixth Mountain Lord carried the pine sword case on his back. Beside him was Fairy Yun Rou holding an umbrella, followed by Li You’an, Zhao Huangting, and An Le in white.

Fourth Master Lin floated over. When he saw Zhao Huangting, who had restrained his aura and no longer had the slightest bit of Nirvana Fire burning, a strange expression appeared in his eyes.

“Prepare the carriage. Zhuifeng and Ninth Sister will be traveling with you.” Fourth Master Lin said.

“I won’t leave. I’ll stay in Lanke Temple for a long time.”

Hearing this, Zhao Huangting glanced at the carriage and smiled. Without saying anything, he got into the carriage.

Li You’an nodded at Fourth Master Lin and took a step into the clouds, disappearing. However, his aura vaguely lingered, and he even protected the carriage all the way.

An Le cupped his fists and bowed to the Sixth Mountain Lord, Fairy Yun Rou, and Fourth Master Lin.

“I’ll take a walk in the martial world and savor life. The sword needs to be sharpened. When the Seventh Mountain opens, I hope your sword can surprise me.”

The Sixth Mountain Lord gave a rare gentle smile.

An Le bowed deeply.

Fourth Master Lin carried a firewood saber at his waist and nodded with a smile.

A cup of wine from the peach blossom spring wind and ten years of light in the mortal world.

“Until we meet again.”

An Le turned around and entered the carriage.

Lin Zhuifeng was wearing a bamboo hat. She pulled the reins and the carriage began to slowly drive out of the mountain path.

Fourth Master Lin and the Sixth Mountain Lord also ascended to the sky and hid in the clouds.

The wheels rolled on the mud of the mountain path.

The storm became even louder.

At the intersection of the mountain path, tens of thousands of people were covered in iron armor. It was solemn and cold.

Upper Pillar General Liu Guanshi carried a spear on his back and rode a bay horse. The horse neighed in the rain.

Beside him, the Nation Supporting and Nation Suppressing Generals also rode their horses.

The two Golden Guards Generals narrowed their eyes. They could see a carriage swaying over on the mountain path covered in rain.

“It’s here.”

The Golden Guards Generals narrowed their eyes.

Liu Guanshi from the Upper Pillar General’s eyes suddenly lit up. He suddenly drew his saber and raised it, his voice tearing through the rain.

“Draw your saber!”

With a loud shout, the sound exploded, and countless raindrops shattered.

The armored soldiers behind him drew their sabers one after another, and their saber lights shot into the nine heavens!

In the swaying carriage.

Facing the majestic aura of ten thousand people, An Le sat upright, his eyes focused, and his white clothes involuntarily fluttered. The Qi Blood in his body began to slowly surge. The Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword trembled slightly and had already let out a sword cry according to his will.

However, the Old Imperial Uncle reached out and pressed down on his shoulder. The surging blood in his body immediately calmed down.

“Lend me a saber.” Zhao Huangting’s gaze was a little complicated as he said softly.

An Le didn’t say anything else and pulled out Storm Calming from his waist.

Zhao Huangting held Storm Calming and took a step forward. He raised his saber and placed it on the cover of the luxurious carriage.

In an instant, brilliant saber qi and supreme heroic qi swept up from his body, shattering the wind and rain in the sky.

The Upper Pillar General, Liu Guanshi, immediately dismounted. The two Nation Supporting and Nation Suppressing Generals also followed, leaving the two Golden Guards Generals dumbfounded.

The three of them stood on the side of the horse, covered in armor. They stood in the rain and held their long sabers diagonally.

The mighty Upper Pillar General suddenly stabbed the saber in his hand into the ground.

“Send the Lin family’s golden saber!” “Send Old Imperial Uncle off!”

The storm instantly froze.

The 10,000 armored soldiers followed suit and stabbed their sabers into the ground. They looked at the old man sitting upright in the carriage with a golden saber horizontally. The 10,000 armored soldiers clanged and roared in unison like spring thunder behind the clouds.

“Send the Lin family’s golden saber!”

“Send Old Imperial Uncle off!”