With the footsteps of the wind and the group, the old shadows in the rivers and lakes gradually gathered. Their journey was like a stone thrown into still water, stirring up ripples in circles and circles. The addition of Bai Yaotian and Su Xinghe made this force stronger and stronger, but in the face of a giant like the Nether Sect, they still needed more allies.
Under the recommendation of Su Xinghe, they came to a hidden valley, which was the hermitage of another hermitage master, Murong Bo, the "Iron Palm Mountain Man". Murong Bo used to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, but because he was tired of the disputes in the rivers and lakes, he chose to live in seclusion here, and rarely asked about the world.
In the valley, a quaint thatched hut stands quietly, surrounded by a dense bamboo forest, and a clear stream bypasses the house, making the sound of flowing water. Feng Qingyang and the others walked into the valley, only to see Murong Bo sitting on the stone bench in front of the door, playing with an iron gall in his hand, and his eyes were deep.
"Murong seniors, juniors are clear, and they are here to visit. Feng Qingyang stepped forward to salute, and his tone was respectful.
Murong Bo looked up, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "The wind is clear, how did you come here?"
Feng Qingyang told the Netherworld Sect about it one by one, and after Murong Bo heard it, he was silent, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "I have long heard about the power of the Nether Sect, and since you have found me, then I will not stand idly by. ”
With the addition of Murong Bo, their power increased again. But even so, to fight against the Nether Sect, they still need to find more help. So, they decided to go to the "Sword Shrine", where a legendary swordsman lived - "Nameless Old Man".
The sword mound is located on the top of a lonely peak, there is an ancient tomb on the top of the peak, and countless swords are inserted in the ground in front of the tomb, each of which is a famous sword in the rivers and lakes, and the nameless old man is the owner of these swords.
When the wind cleared and the group climbed the lonely peak, the nameless old man was already waiting in front of the tomb. He was dressed in plain cloth clothes, carrying an unsheathed long sword, his face was grim, and his eyes revealed a kind of arrogance that did not care about the world.
"Nameless seniors, today's events are not trivial, and I ask my seniors to help. "The wind is clear and outspoken.
The nameless old man looked at them, slowly pulled out a sword on the ground, and said lightly: "Since there is something in the rivers and lakes, how can I stay out of it." ”
With the addition of the nameless old man, their power should not be underestimated. But Feng Qingyang knew that this turmoil was far from over, and the power of the Netherworld Sect was far deeper than they imagined. They must continue to search and gather more strength to gain a foothold in the coming storm.
The heroes gather, and the storm rises again. Feng Qingyang, Lin Yifeng, Hong'er, Bai Yaotian, Su Xinghe, Murong Bo and the nameless old man were seven masters in the rivers and lakes, standing side by side on the top of the lonely peak, staring at the distant sky. They knew that the road ahead would be even more difficult, but their hearts were full of perseverance and courage. The rivers and lakes are changing, and they will be the most dazzling existence in this storm