Invincible Sword Realm

After the two reached an agreement, they continued riding on the Grey Wolf to catch up, but the two had lost their previous nature. If Yang Ye did not speak, the women in white would never have spoken first. In this regard, Yang Ye is also helpless.

It is worth mentioning that the realm of Yang Ye has improved, from seven tastes to eight tastes. As for why it suddenly improves, according to Yang Ye's guess, it should be the effect of the merry fruit. But he wasn't sure, he wanted to ask the woman behind him, but he was afraid to embarrass them, so he had to rot the question in his stomach.

The two men rushed for more than two hours, turned over several small mountain peaks, and reached not far from a peak. Not far in front of the two were a straight mountain peak, straight into the clouds. From the bottom, there was no view of the top of the mountain.

“There's a house over there!” Suddenly, Yang Ye looked at the foot of the mountain peak, pointing to a thatched house in the distance, and the sound was a surprise.

Looking at the thatched house, the white woman frowned, but she didn't stop Yang Ye from rushing to the place. Something's wrong, but there's no other way for either of them to get out of this place.

Two people had just arrived at the hut, only to see the door of the hut slowly opened, an old man with a bow and a black rotten robe walked out of it, the old man was very old, which was the first impression Yang Ye saw of the old man. The old man's face was full of wrinkles and there were only a few pieces of hair on his hair, which could not be excessively bald. He swallowed it slowly walking on a cane, as if a gust of wind could shave him down.

When the elderly saw the women in white and leaves, their eyes flashed with surprise, but soon returned to normal, and then slowly walked towards the two of them with crutches.

See, Yang Ye pressed the shock in his heart, hurried down to the wolf, greeted the past, and made a gift to the old man, "Senior, I fell down to the broken soul pit, mistakenly hit and crashed here, dare to ask seniors what?” Although the old man looked weak and scary in front of him, Yang Ye had to be careful, and the old man actually lived in this broken soul, can this be ordinary people?

Seeing Yang Ye was so polite, the old man's wrinkled face also showed a soft smile. Suddenly, his eyes were wide open. It seemed like he saw something incredible. He stared at Yang Ye for half a dozen moments before retracting his gaze. "No one has been here for years! It's fate for you to be here. Hold on!” After that, the old man turned and walked into the hut with a crutch.

Looking at the old man, Yang Ye turned to the woman in white who had come to him and said, “Green poetry, can you see through his strength?” After the incident, after repeated requests from Yang Ye, the woman told her her name.

Su Qingshi glanced at Yang Ye. Obviously, she was not used to calling her that, but she had no objection. She was silent. She shook her head and said: “I feel that he is as forbidden as we are. He is an ordinary person, but there seems to be something wrong! ”

Yang Ye was about to say something, and the old man walked out of the hut again, but at this point he had an extra black scroll on his hand with a pair of bracelets flashing with colored light.

Just when Yang Ye was confused, the old man had come to them. The old man blew the dust from the black scroll in his hand and handed it to Yang Ye. "Stack it up for many years, let old age find it. Old age watches you practice swords, this" sword art "should be useful to you.” After that, he looked at the woman in white beside Yang Ye. "Since you are his cousin, it is not good for you to go home empty-handed. This pair of fantasy bracelets will be given to you! ”

“I'm not his dowry!” Su Qingpo's eyebrows were picked. If she hadn't seen the old man in front of her, she would have done it.

Fearing that Su Qing poetry and the old man were in a state of confusion, Yang Ye quickly stood in front of the old man and made a gift to the old man. “Seniors, you can't afford Loc. When we first met, you gave a gift. This...” Yang Ye and Su Qing poetry didn't receive that gift. The old man in front of him was so weird, he gave a gift as soon as he met. How dare Yang Ye take it?

The old man glanced at the angry Su Qing poem and then looked at Yang Ye. Half of him said: “Old and reckless. But there is no malice in old age, and these two things are in old age. It's also moldy, so why not give them to you. ”

Rumor has it, Yang Ye is not good at rejecting, took over the scroll, just looked over, saw the scroll suddenly turned into a green light disappeared on his hand. All of a sudden, the scene suddenly shifted, and he came to a dusty world.

Just when Yang Ye was confused, a black figure suddenly appeared not far from him. The shadow man held a long sword and turned his back on him. He said: "The sword art, the underground sword art, was created by our collection of ten thousand swords, originated from ten thousand swords, but it is different from the sword technology of the world. This sword technique is based on the sword of the heart. It is not made for sword energy and sword charm. It is free to do as you please. ”

After that, he only saw the black man wave his right hand, the sword behind him swept up, and then he didn't see how the black man would move. The sword was like a naughty child in the air, facing right, left, straight up, quickly fell again, and made all sorts of moves in the air.

Yang Ye on one side was about to fall off his chin, swallowed his mouth and mumbled: “With the sword of the heart, it is really with the sword of the heart...”

It's not over yet, only to see the long sword dancing in the air suddenly a sudden tremor, that is, a sword from the top of the ancient sheath towards the sky, the next moment, the ancient sheath in different directions, a few swords, a time, the sword in the air.

After waving hundreds of swords, the long sword slowly disappeared with the shadow man, while a voice slowly came from somewhere: “Later, remember, the heart of swordsmanship: the art of the sword, in the harmony, holding the yuan to one, quietly condescending, makes the sword one of the five spirits...”

At the end of the speech, Yang Yetum felt a spin for a while, opening his eyes, only to see the old man smiling at him. Yang Ye looked at the white woman beside him and asked him to explain the situation.

“Heritage of Xuanzhi!” The woman in white would like to explain: “Some strong people will use some of their magic skills to record them in the scroll. This is called inheritance, which can make people feel everything about the technique firsthand. There are many benefits. ”

Yang Ye pressed the excitement in his heart and turned to the old man for a gift. “Thank you, seniors!” Though I don't know why the old man gave him the sword technique, he got the Pinxuan technique, but it's true.

The old man laughed and handed the bracelet to Yang Ye. "I know you have a lot of doubts, but for some reason, old age can't tell you. As for you wanting to get out of this place, old age can help, but old age wants to offer you a condition! ”

Yang Ye took the bracelet and said: "As long as the boy can do it, he will never resign! ”

The old man nodded. "It's no big deal, it's just that old age wants you to come here if you reach the imperial realm the other day. Then old age has one thing to ask of you! ”

Yang Ye was relieved. Fortunately, the old man didn't let him do anything difficult right now. He promised now: “If the boy reaches the realm of the Emperor, he will definitely come looking for his predecessors. The boy promised to do it.” I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to reach the Imperial Realm in my life, but since the old man said so, he had to say yes, that's the future anyway.

When he heard the words of Yang Ye, the old man nodded satisfactorily, then waved his right hand, a blue circle appeared beside the two people of Yang Ye, the basket circle could stand about three people, at the bottom of the basket, flashing dense numbness symbols.

“Transmission array! ”

Seeing this basket, the women in white and Yang Ye looked different on the spot. Conveyor Arrays they've seen, because Sword Sect has a conveyor station, and that conveyor station has lots of conveyor arrays, and those arrays can be transported to many cities. Legendary arrays are not unusual, but, for Christ's sake, the old man just waved out a transmission array in front of him, and it was horrible!

Not only was Yang Ye shocked in her heart, but even Su Qingpoetry was the same. She took a deep look at the old man. In addition to her doubts, she also had a deep consternation in her eyes.

The old man didn't seem to see the shock on the faces of the two men, saying: "This transmission line can send you to the Mountains of the Spirit Break. Well, don't tell us what happened here. It's for your own good. Let's go!”

Yang Ye took a deep breath and made another gift to the old man, then walked into the blue circle with Su Qingpo's hand beside him. They just walked in, a blue light burst from the soles of their feet, instantly wrapped them around each other, then “fuck” and the two disappeared.

Watching the blue light disappear, the old man's smile slowly converged, whispering: “Why can't you see through his future? Why...”