The score on the court was 5:0, and the game continued, but the momentum of Guoguang Middle School was obviously much weaker.

Many people around the stadium were already filming with their mobile phones, and no one noticed that there were two more people in the audience.

"That person is the master of the divine sword we are looking for, his name is Ye Xiao, he was born in a big family, and he was originally a descendant of the first Ye clan in Southeast Province, but because his father did not obey the marriage set by the family elders, he fell in love with a Hakka woman, and finally did not hesitate to cut off relations with the Ye family. ”

"The year Ye Xiao was born, was abducted by gangsters, his father had no choice but to ask for help from the Ye family, although he recovered it afterwards, but his mind was traumatized, and he was taken back to the Ye family, before the age of ten behaved like an infant, after the age of twelve no longer spoke, to three years ago, when the nineteen-year-old Ye Xiao on the sixtieth birthday of the head of the Ye family, showed amazing force, made a big banquet, and threatened to ask the Ye family to repay the revenge of killing his mother, and then betrayed the Ye family...... How, after listening to Ye Xiao's story, do you have any thoughts?" Bai Ze had regained his composure at this time, after all, he had found the target person, and the next thing was to wait for the ball game to end.

“...... Standard Dragon Aotian configuration. "In the period before Zhao Feng's rebirth, I also read a lot of online novels.

Before Ye Xiao betrayed the Ye family, the family had arranged a marriage for him, and this marriage was a written contract, even if Ye Xiao betrayed the Ye family, he could not violate it, a month ago, Ye Xiao was twenty-two years old, reached the legal age of marriage, and completed the marriage of the written contract as a son-in-law, and his wife is the only daughter of a local small clan in Nanshan, holding a listed company with a market value of nearly one billion...... In this way, maybe you and I are in a Long Aotian novel with Ye Xiao as the protagonist?" Bai Ze's final conjecture was obviously a little mocking.

At this time, the game ended, the score was set at 7:0, and Ye Xiao won alone.

"The hour has come, let's go and greet the Lord of the Divine Sword. Bai Ze smiled, but there was no respect on his face.

At the end of the game, Ye Xiao received a check for one million from the captain of the Guoguang Middle School team, and then turned around and waved to the cheering crowd in the audience, obviously enjoying this high-profile highlight moment.

"Student Ye, please stay!"

Bai Ze followed behind Ye Xiao, and when he saw that the time was ripe, he stepped forward to talk.

"Hmm, who are you?" Ye Xiao stopped, maintaining a certain vigilance against the comers.

But said that this Ye Xiao, with good facial features and handsome appearance, is easy to leave a good first impression, that pair of deep and resolute eyes, there are many stories hidden at a glance, and there is a natural arrogance and uninhibited meaning between the eyebrows, like a peerless sword with sharp edges, fearless and unmatched!

"In Xia Baize, this is my colleague Zhao Feng, and the two of us are here to give you an opportunity. Bai Ze turned on the magic stick mode, and his tone was long and calm, full of style.

With your self-confidence, it has indeed aroused my interest, tell me what kind of chance. Ye Xiao laughed, completely waiting to see Bai Ze's joke.

"A bite of the saber you have destined, you get it, the dragon soars for nine days, and the immortal road is smooth. ”

Ye Xiao restrained his smile when he heard this, he didn't care about any knife, but Bai Ze's mention of "Immortal Path" made him start to suspect that the person in front of him might really have some cultivation.

"Oh, don't hide it, I'm Ye Xiao since the age of three to practice swords, ten years old to understand the true meaning of the way of the sword, twenty years old has reached the sword without a sword and the sword realm, now is indeed the lack of a weapon in hand, if you say that I am destined to wear a sword, I may believe it...... Knives? hehe, not interested. Ye Xiao was about to leave.

"It's a pity that that divine knife has a fate to cut you endlessly...... I didn't expect to be given up by this excuse...... After all, ......" Bai Ze didn't panic at all, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, and after a little pause, he told the truth:

"After all, it's the knife forged by your grandfather Ye Xiao......"

Ye Xiao's figure slammed suddenly, then turned around, his eyes were fierce, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"It seems that you are interested, but the time may be almost too late, come with me, explain everything to you on the way, it has something to do with your parents......" Bai Ze took the lead in leaving after speaking, and Ye Xiao, who looked solemn, thought for a while, and finally followed.

......

"Your father Ye Benchu liked the art of casting when he was young, at that time, in a Hakka mountain village in the southwest, there was an old caster who was famous for the ancient art of casting knives, Ye Benchu took Cheng to apprentice, although he did not get started, he still stayed as an apprentice, studied art for four years, and fell in love with Jiang Linglong, the daughter of the old caster. ”

"At that time, in fact, not only the Ye family interfered in your parents' relationship, but even the old foundry himself did not want his beloved daughter to marry into a wealthy family, but your parents overcame all difficulties and insisted on combining, and gave birth to you in the second year after marriage. ”

"When you were born, a piece of foreign iron was attached to the mouth of a golden owl, which landed on your right shoulder, turning into a golden owl-shaped texture, and your grandfather gave it to you in the name of 'owl', and took away the alien iron and a drop of your blood, and used this iron and blood as an embryo to begin a retreat to cast a knife, and this retreat is ten years!"

"Ten years of a knife, the old cast of the guest but a lifelong wish, before his death, the knife entrusted to the disciples, and instructed: If someone can draw the magic knife in the future, the sword will be recognized by the sword, and it must not be violated. ”

"For twelve years now, the divine knife has never been unsheathed, and naturally no one knows: on the side of the blood groove of the divine knife, there is a last word from the old caster. ”

"Forged for my grandson!"

Bai Ze was on the road, and told the origin of Ye Xiao and the divine sword in a short sentence, and Zhao Feng listened to it on the side, secretly exclaiming in his heart.

And Ye Xiao's expression was solemn, as if he didn't know whether to believe what Bai Ze said.

"This person actually knows the golden owl pattern on my right shoulder, which is a member of the Ye family, and he doesn't know this secret, should I believe him?"

"Since the divine sword has never been unsheathed, how can you know that there is the last words of the old caster on the side of the blood trough?" Ye Xiao asked.

"It's too late to explain so much, now the situation is urgent, your grandfather's personal disciple Dragon Scale has been protecting the Divine Sword for twelve years, and now the Divine Sword is coveted by gangsters, and he is about to be in danger, only you can save him, as long as you obtain the Divine Knife, you will know that everything I said is true, if it is half false, let it be disposed of!" Bai Ze seemed to foresee the latest situation of the dragon scales, and his expression couldn't help but be solemn.

"If you dare to lie to me, no one in the world can protect you!"

......

The dragon scales left the idle teahouse, full of melancholy.

Towards dusk, Dragon Scale walked to a long-abandoned earthen house on the northwest outskirts of Jiangliu Village, bypassed the main hall, and opened a heavy iron door to the basement from the southeast corner of the storage room.

At the end of the basement, on three walls are seventeen cold knives, all of which are of the same style, and they are good knives at a glance.

In the northwest corner of the basement, there is a set of earth and stone stoves, which have been dusty for a long time, and the furnace is full of delicate carbon wood ashes, and I don't know how long it has not been cleaned.

The dragon scales groaned for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, came to the stove, poked his right hand into the furnace, and groped for a moment in the ashes of carbon wood.

Bite!

An unusual metallic sound flashed, and as the dragon scales withdrew from their right hand, the hilt of the knife was already in their dark palms.

As the ashes on the knife fell, the dragon scales of the divine knife finally appeared: the long knife had a handle of four feet and was not unsheathed.

At the end of the handle, the dragon's head is covered with beads, the handle body is covered with scales, extending to the knife jaw, there are five-fingered dragon claws ring the blade, and the blade body is buried in the gray-black open-back scabbard, leaving only half an inch of the knife back outside, covering the opening of the scabbard, the blade and scabbard are completely fitted, leaving no gaps.

The dragon scale stretched out his hand to brush the carbon ash on the scabbard, there were traces of fish scales on the scabbard, but there was no depression on the surface, and he looked closely: the fish scales turned out to be the natural texture formed when the scabbard was cast.

The weight, feel, and proportions of this knife have long been known in his heart, and the dragon scales are full of admiration, turning into a sigh:

"Alas, you and I have the same name, we have been together for 12 years, but we have no fate, maybe this is fate......"

Thinking of this farewell, there may never be a chance to be alone like this again, the dragon scale was sad for a while, and immediately hugged the divine knife and shed tears.

"Senior sister...... I can't bear you...... I can't bear it......"

The cries and murmurs were mixed with weirdness, and at this time-

Boom!

The iron door to the basement was opened, and the dragon scales jerked to their feet, picking up a ring-headed knife from the wall on the right-hand side, and was full of murderous intent—whoever came down the stairs later must die!

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it...... You would have hid such an important divine knife in soot, and it was in vain that I found this basement two years ago, but I didn't know that the divine knife was at my fingertips, I made a mistake......"

A man's voice that could not hide his joy came from the entrance, and then he saw four black shadows rushing into the basement first, blocking in front of the dragon scales, although these four people were barehanded, but their bodies exuded an amazing aura, which was more deadly than ordinary swords!

At this time, a young man about 30 years old walked down with a tablet computer, the screen of the tablet is four split-screen monitoring screens, the camera is installed in the four corners of the basement ceiling, the entire basement is under monitoring, leaving no dead ends.

"It's you! I didn't expect that after so many years, you still haven't given up...... Don't you understand, you are not the master of this sword, even if you get it, what is the point?" the dragon scale scolded at the young man.

"What I can't get, I won't let others have, and besides...... I have actually found a way to become the master of the Divine Sword, for the sake of your many years of service to the Divine Sword, as long as you hand over the Divine Sword, I will keep your whole body, if not...... I teach you that life is better than death. "The ferocity of young men is unusual.

"Really, I'd like to learn how life is better than death......

At this moment, a louder, more arrogant and fiercer voice came from behind the young man.

"Who is it?!" the young man hurried into the basement, keeping the four men in black behind him, looking warily at the entrance.

A figure appeared, it was Ye Xiao!

......

A low hill 500 meters away from the north of the earthen house, the local people built a temple at the top of the mountain, worship the mountain god, although there are few human traces, but every festival, there are still many people climb the mountain to offer, the incense in the temple is not flourishing.

"We retreat to such a far position, what if Ye Xiao leaves directly after he gets his hands on it?" Zhao Feng stood outside the temple, looking at the earthen house where the divine sword was located, at this time the sky was gradually darkening, and he could no longer see the earthen house clearly.

"It's not just these people who are eyeing the divine sword, you look at it, tonight is destined to be bloody......"

As Bai Ze spoke, several flickering fires quickly approached in the direction of the earthen house......