Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　There is a ghost tiger guarding, Wuming is very relieved.

　　With the strength of the ghost tiger, ordinary warriors cannot enter this courtyard.

　　"The old slave checked it, but there was no result at all."

　　"That person seems to appear out of thin air. There has never been a record of this person in the Central Plains martial arts!"

　　Guihu answered truthfully, and this was also the most doubtful place for him.

　　Why would a person who does not know the origin of his identity find his master?

　　Wuming listened and stood up from his seat.

　　"a?"

　　"There has never been any record in the rivers and lakes. Could it be that this person came from overseas?"

　　Wuming said to himself indifferently, some guessing the origin of the other party.

　　At this moment, Wuming's eyes suddenly changed, and he looked out of the hall...  

　　"Wuming, it seems that I haven't seen you for many years. Your skill is better than before. Even if the injury has not healed, you can still maintain such vigilance."

　　"Not bad!"

　　In the courtyard outside the hall, I don't know when there was a man wearing a blue shirt with half-white hair.

　　With his back to the hall, his cyan robe was spotless, only drooping, his half-white hair was flush with his shoulders.

　　He was all over his body, without showing any breath, just like an ordinary person.

　　But it also gives people a feeling of being integrated into the surrounding world and without a trace.

　　When Guihu saw this person, his complexion changed drastically.

　　"Master, this person is the one who pays attention to this place every day!"

　　Ghost Tiger recognized it at a glance.

　　And Wuming's expression has also changed obviously, and there is a trace of doubt in his eyes, a trace of clarity.

　　The voice seemed familiar, and the back of this figure was exactly the same as the figure that kept popping up in his mind.

　　"Big... big brother!"

　　Wuming was a little unsure, and called out softly.

　　When Guihu on the side heard it, he immediately had a ghost-like expression and was shocked.

　　"Big brother? The master actually has a big brother? Why have I never heard of him?"

　　Guihu's heart was suddenly messed up.

　　If this person is the nameless eldest brother, then Guihu is undoubtedly overly cautious.

　　"It's hard for you, remember my big brother."

　　The cyan figure slowly turned around and looked at Wuming.

　　With a slightly 0.6 spring skin, a resolute face, a half-white long beard, a pair of deep eyes, and the sword eyebrows flying diagonally into the temples, the whole person stands straight, like a magic weapon waiting to be sheathed.

　　This middle-aged man left a deep impression on Guihu.

　　"It's really you, big brother!"

　　Wuming called out for the first time, and walked out of the hall in three or two steps and came to the other side.

　　Wuming's original name was Wei Yingxiong, but he was later sold to another family as his son and changed his name to Muying.

　　In this family, he also has an elder brother named Mu Yingxiong.

　　It's just that the relationship between the two has not been very good.

　　The grievances between the two have lasted for decades, and Wuming has always thought that his eldest brother has died.

　　Wuming did not expect that decades later, the big brother who fell into the cliff back then appeared again. .

Chapter 4: The Covenant of Sword Mountain (4/[-])

　　The nameless enthusiasm did not usher in a response from Mu Yingxiong.

　　Mu Yingxiong's eyes were indifferent, his hands were on his back, he walked slowly towards the hall, and a cold voice came from behind Wuming.

　　"Wuming, I haven't seen Wuming for twenty years, right?"

　　"Over the years, you have become famous and respected as the myth of the Central Plains Martial Arts."

　　"But I've traveled far away, wandering in a foreign country."

　　"You know why I didn't come back?"

　　Mu Yingxiong's words made Wuming's heart sink, and the scene of that year could not help but emerge in his mind.

　　"Brother, do you still want to fight me?"

　　"Is it so important to you to defeat me?"

　　Anonymous asked helplessly.

　　He didn't want to fight with Mu Yingxiong, because, in Wuming's heart, all the Mu family members were far away from him back then, and when they were afraid to avoid him, only Mu Yingxiong and Xiaoyu always treated him like relatives.

　　Although Mu Yingxiong didn't show it, he and Xiaoyu were the only ones who accompanied Wuming to leave.

　　Therefore, Wuming did not agree to this big brother's countless requests for a decisive battle.

　　Because of this, many misunderstandings arose.

　　After 19 years of separation, when Mu Yingxiong returned, Wuming was very happy, but seeing what Mu Yingxiong meant, he still wanted to fight with him, which made him feel a little helpless in his heart.

　　boom!

　　Suddenly, in the hall, a powerful momentum surged, like a huge wave, swept in and fell towards Wuming.

　　Wuming's entire body sank, the stone floor on the ground split open and cracked in an instant, and Wuming's footprints remained on the ground.

　　Ghost Tiger's strength was much different than the two of them, and he was pushed out of the hall by that invisible momentum and fell into the courtyard.

　　Guihu was shocked in his heart.

　　"This old man has such a powerful aura. Compared to his master, he is no less arrogant!"

　　"Even, there is a supreme mind power that regards death as home and abandons the self, which is half a point stronger than that of the master!"

　　Guihu said to himself in his heart, unable to imagine that his master's eldest brother has reached such a state.

　　In today's world of martial arts, they are all among the top masters.

　　"Nameless, you should know what this means to me!"

　　"For so many years, you have always avoided fighting. Could it be that you look down on me?"

　　"If that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

　　A cold light flashed in Mu Yingxiong's eyes.

　　Wuming silently closed his eyes.

　　From Mu Yingxiong's words, he could tell that this battle was a must.

　　He can't refuse, and he can't refuse!

　　After a long time, Wuming opened his eyes and said to Mu Yingxiong: "Since the big brother has made up his mind, then I have nothing to say."

　　"Back then, we got a pair of hero swords in Jianshan, which made the strength of you and me grow by leaps and bounds, and it was precisely the ranks of the masters of the rivers and lakes."

　　"Since it all starts there, let's make a difference there!"

　　Wuming finally agreed to Mu Yingxiong's request.

　　This moment was undoubtedly the most wonderful moment for Mu Yingxiong.

　　"Hahaha, good!"

　　"Everything starts from Jianshan and ends with Jianshan."

　　"In this battle, no matter the victory or defeat, life or death, I have no regrets in Mu Yingxiong!"

　　For Mu Yingxiong, fighting Wuming is a lifelong wish.

　　From childhood to adulthood, the nameless talent was not under Mu Yingxiong, but also became the envy of the Mu family.

　　But whether Mu Yingxiong is stronger or Wuming is stronger has always been debated.

　　Back then, in Mu Yingxiong's heart, the idea of ​​fighting Wuming to decide the level of the battle arose.

　　After so many years, the strength of the two is no longer comparable to that of the past, and they can be ranked among the top in the arena.

　　But Mu Yingxiong could never forget the promise he made back then!

　　Be sure to beat Nameless!

　　"Okay, everything is up to the big brother. When to duel, it is also up to the big brother to decide."

　　Anonymous said lightly.

　　Saying this sentence, Wuming seemed to let go of a burden in his heart and became extra relaxed.

　　Perhaps this is not only Mu Yingxiong's wish for many years, but also Wuming's subconscious wish.

　　Mu Yingxiong glanced at him and said, "Don't worry."

　　"You haven't fully recovered from your injuries. If you want to duel with me, I'm afraid you can't bear it."

　　"For this duel, I will invite experts from all sects in the world to watch the battle."

　　"Three months is enough for you and me to prepare. When the battle of Jianshan comes, it will be the most perfect time for you and me to show your own swordsmanship."

　　"You can recuperate in peace first. After three months, see you and me in Jianshan!"

　　As soon as Mu Yingxiong's voice fell, he stepped on Qimen's pace, and his figure was like the wind. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in front of Wuming.

　　In the courtyard, only Wuming and Guihu were left.

　　"Master, you... Do you really plan to fight him? Your injury..."