Chapter 85 (1/2)

Mo Chen saw Xiao Yu's head lowered. Although he was standing together with his brothers, he seemed a little out of place.

After a while, he raised his head and looked forward.

There are three characters engraved on the stone pillar at the end of the falling maple terrace. The sunlight is dazzling. Mo Chen squints slightly and sees a group of people coming from the mountain road behind the stone pillar.

The man walking in the front has a dark crown and a long sword on his waist.

The sword is longer than ordinary sword. The handle is inlaid with seven dark stones. The body of the sword is thick and wide.

This sword is the famous soul burial sword. It has been handed down from the founder of the Chuang School of the tomb sword valley. It is also the origin of the name of the burial sword valley.

Only Valley masters of all ages can wear this sword.

Mo Chen slowly breathed a breath.

Wu Yunshen, the Lord of sword Valley, was buried.

Elder Lu and Jin Mian said that he was very similar to the Lord Wu when he was young, which led to doubts about his life experience.

Maybe other people look at themselves, and they see themselves, is not the same.

Mo Chen didn't feel that he and Wu Valley master had any special resemblance.

Wu Yinming has a beard. His appearance is clear and hale, and there is a deep vertical line in the center of his eyebrow. It can be seen that this person should always frown tightly, and it is hard to have a happy time.

This man may be his biological father.

Mo Chen stood there quietly, separated by many people, looking at him from afar.

At this moment, he was very calm.

Once upon a time, master Gu once said that he couldn't bury the sword.

Mo Chen didn't care whether he was beautiful or ugly, good or evil.

In his heart, he was not alone. He has a master, who treats him better than his own.

In midsummer afternoon, the sun is blazing. People on the platform of falling maple are directly exposed to the sun. Many disciples with shallow accomplishments are sweating profusely, drooping their heads and listless.

The valley master and his party walked quickly through the crowd and stepped on the stone steps. Under the gaze of the people who did not know what they meant, they boarded the central platform.

In the middle of the high platform is a row of stone chairs. The valley owner of the sword Valley sits on the stone chair in the middle, and the rest of the people follow.

From this seat, we can see the status of these people in the clan. Not counting the valley master's one, there are 12 chairs, which should be the positions of six elders and six peak masters.

But on the side of the six elders, only three sat down. Six peak owners here, also missing one, the chair empty out, it is particularly eye-catching.

Mo Chen knows that there is a long Lu who died of refining furnace. Elder Lu was plotted at the foot of Huihui mountain. Who is missing? Dead, too?

Xiao Yu just turned his head and saw Mo Chen looking at the three empty chairs and whispering, ”younger martial brother Li, be careful.”

Mo Chen is reminded by him, just think oneself so stare at that place to look, may cause the suspicion of the people of the people.

Xiao Yu only thought that he was a disciple of a foreign sect. He had never seen such a scene before. Although he reminded him, he told him in a low voice: ”the three empty chairs should belong to elder Lu, elder Lu and elder Yue.”

Xiao Yu was also puzzled.

Elder Lu is dead. It has been spread all over the family. Moreover, he died so miserably that he could not keep a whole body. Elder Lu Now it can be confirmed that it is dead.