Ye Wuwu's eyes suddenly exuded an endless chill, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his handsome face gave people an evil cold smile.

"Humph!"

Ye Wuwu didn't say anything, just snorted coldly, and the strong killing intent was self-evident.

Wang Ying shook his head with a wry smile, thinking in his heart: "Although drunken maniacs are not easy to mess with, but we Ye Shao seem to be even more difficult to mess with, if these guys from the Loose Gate want to be more serious with Ye Shao, I'm afraid they will all die." ”

The atmosphere was as silent as death, and suddenly a war horse let out a roar, and everyone in the Xiaoyao Gate became even more nervous.

"Don't be impulsive, let's lay down our weapons first. ”

The old man surnamed Liu said hurriedly, others may not know Ye Wuwu's temper, but they have met once, and they have specially collected all the information about Ye Wuwu, so the old man surnamed Liu immediately persuaded everyone to put down their weapons.

"Elder Liu, have you forgotten the oath of the people of the Xiaoyao Gate? Anyone who dares to say his name will be killed. ”

One of the old men almost roared.

"you. ”

Ye Wuwu's figure suddenly moved, and he jumped up from his war horse like lightning and rushed towards the old man.

"What are you doing?"

The old man hurriedly raised his sword to meet him, but Ye Wuwu's speed was so fast that he couldn't react, and before a sword could be split, he only felt a pain in his chest, and his body flew backwards from the horse.

"Boom!"

The old man fell heavily beside a pile of rubble, and red blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

"Now give face to the white-clothed sword saint, don't kill you, if you dare to offend me, whether it is offensive to me or my brother, I will completely eradicate your free door. ”

Ye Wuwu suddenly said coldly, and his tone gave everyone the slightest undoubted feeling.

Everyone in Xiaoyaomen was angry, but no one dared to speak, staring at Ye Wuwu one by one.

"It's a lot of strength. ”

The old man surnamed Liu was shocked in his heart, this time he was originally going to unite with Ye Wuwu and others to attack the Fengyun Sect headquarters, but he didn't expect his strength to be so strong.

"Ye Shao, there is something to say, don't be angry. Don't mind, the brothers have become accustomed to it for many years, and they can't hear anyone mention his name. The old man surnamed Liu clenched his fists and said.

"I wondered, what can't be mentioned about a broken name?"

Ye Wuwu complained unscrupulously.

"Forehead ......"

For a moment, everyone present became silent.

After a while, the old man surnamed Liu hugged his fists tremblingly and said: "Since Ye Shao has said this, then the old man will also be released." It's no secret, so I'll tell you. ”

"The real name of the white-clothed sword saint is Ling Qianshan, he is a mysterious and abnormal character, few people have seen him, although I am also the same as him, and I also have a certain degree of attainment in personal martial arts, but I am not qualified to see him. Ling Qianshan's origin is no longer verifiable, only that he is not a local, and he only lived here at the age of ten. Because of a coincidence, he entered the Xiaoyao School of the Nine Great Sects of Linyu City at that time to learn martial arts, and within ten years, he created one record after another of young geniuses. It only took him ten years to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and become the youngest Demon Emperor-level martial artist in the history of Linyu City. ”

"Ten years of martial arts practice to reach the demon monarch level martial artist, this ...... Speechless, quite speechless. ”

Ye Wuwu was a little dumbfounded, he thought that his qualifications were good enough, but compared to him, it was nothing.

He practiced martial arts at the age of eight, and he is already seventeen years old this year, and it took a total of nine years to reach the peak of martial arts, which is nothing compared to this Ling Qianshan.

Wang Ying couldn't help but look at Ye Wuwu, and estimated that the words of the old man surnamed Liu had a big blow to Ye Wuwu.

"Hmph, he used ten years, I nine years, at least I have one more year, and I haven't lost to him. ”

Ye Wuwu snorted, naturally unconvinced.

"Haha, Ye Wuwu, how old are you this year?"

The old man surnamed Liu stopped talking and asked suddenly.

"Seventeen years old. ”

Ye Wuwu sighed and said.

"Oh!"

The eyes of the old man surnamed Liu emitted a fine light, a seventeen-year-old peak martial artist, which was also a new record for a young genius in Linyu City......

"A twenty-year-old peak martial artist, his birth caused panic in the entire Linyu City, and the power of Xiaoyaomen was also stronger, becoming the most powerful force of the Nine Great Sects at that time.

There is an unwritten rule of the Nine Great Sects, that is, the city lord is selected by the people under the age of forty of each major sect to compete, and the strongest is elected as the city lord.

As a young genius, he launched a shocking battle, defeated the masters of various major sects in a row, and finally became the youngest city lord in the history of Linyu City.

Twenty-year-old city lord, this is really shocking, if he can live to be two hundred years old, wouldn't he be able to rule Linyu City for two hundred years. This caused the panic of the other sects, although the Xiaoyao faction knew that other sects would have opinions, but who would take the initiative to give up the position of city lord, so, the Xiaoyao sect also secretly developed its power, and won over the medium-sized, even small sects at that time, and even the sects that were regarded as demons were also co-opted by the Xiaoyao faction.

An amazing battle finally began, and Xiaoyaomen definitely didn't expect that those evil sects would be treacherous, and even those small and medium-sized sects turned against each other, and Xiaoyaomen became a lonely family.

Rao is like this, under the desperate battle of the Sifang City Guards led by the white-clothed Sword Saint, both sides suffered heavy losses. The alliance of the gate faction won a tragic victory, and the Xiaoyao Gate was destroyed, only a few people were able to escape the catastrophe, and the white-clothed Sword Saint killed hundreds of masters in one fell swoop, but after all, he was outnumbered, and was jointly besieged by other masters of the same level, seriously injured the white-clothed Sword Saint, and knocked off the cliff.

Ten years later, the white-clothed sword saint did not die, and reappeared in the rivers and lakes again, and the remaining gate faction was made by him again and again, killing, assassinating, poisoning, and ambushing, and in the next few decades, the gate sect was almost completely wiped out, and all the masters were killed. The three major evil sects outside Linyu City also suffered heavy losses.

The name of a thousand mountains is terrifying, as long as it is the person he wants to kill, almost no one can escape, as long as it is what he wants to do, no one can stop it.

His whereabouts are secretive, however, he will appear occasionally, and he will kill on a large scale almost every few years, and the target is naturally the remaining nine major sects, and even, if he is in a bad mood, the city lord will also suffer. For more than a hundred years, no less than ten city lords have been killed by him.

Later, I heard that the white-clothed Sword Saint went to a neighboring town, and those who annoyed him would also be killed, especially masters, and he had a habit of killing masters who annoyed him.

Masters, generally don't know him, who is not arrogant, there are naturally many opportunities to offend him, and there are countless masters killed by him. Linyu City is just a small place, other bigger cities, there are more masters, and the white-clothed sword saint is not invincible in the world, and has been defeated, but he can always escape his life. After that, he went into retreat and devoted all his time to studying poisons, and with his talent, he finally became the most feared master of poison.

The white-clothed sword saint is a good drinker, and he will get drunk every time he kills, and some people want to kill him while he is drunk, but they find that his strength is even higher after being drunk, so everyone calls him a drunken maniac.

In Xianning City, the white-clothed Sword Saint finally offended the people he couldn't afford to mess with, and he actually killed two soul refiners with poison. The soul refiner is the one who has the backstage, and under the encirclement and suppression of the soul refiner, the white-clothed sword saint is also honestly hiding. However, his poison skills became more and more powerful, and he actually found the opportunity to sneak into the mountain gate of the soul refining sect and poison all the dozens of soul refiners with poison.

After this incident, the white-clothed sword saint returned to Linyu City, occupied a big mountain, and occasionally there would be a killing, so his prestige was known to everyone in Linyu City, and everyone was afraid of it......"

It took almost half a day of hard work for the old man surnamed Liu to finish telling the legendary story of the white-clothed sword saint.

The two of them were dumbfounded when they heard this, Rao is Ye Wuwu was not surprised, but they also had to admit that there was a white-clothed sword saint, a drunken maniac, a poison master, a king of killing, and a devil...... Ling Qianshan, who has such titles, is simply a terrifying demon king.

"Drunkards, drunkards, drunkards!"

Ye Wuwu deliberately said it three times in a row, and it seemed that the waves that Qianshan had just stirred up in his heart were fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Everyone in Xiaoyaomen stared at Ye Wuwu stupidly, completely losing his temper, just because Ye Wuwu at this time was even more arrogant than the drunken maniac back then, if he wanted to kill the people of Xiaoyaomen, no one could stop him at this time.

"Forget it, don't embarrass you, in a few months, I will finally have a showdown with the drunken maniac, and when the time comes, I will prove to you who is the youngest genius in Linyu City. ”

Ye Wuwu's eyes were level with his eyes looking ahead, and his eyes were full of strong fighting intent.

"More Ye Shao's grace not to kill, since Ye Shao has a relationship with him, we don't care about a name. This time, we found Ye Shao because we wanted to become an ally with Ye Shao and capture the Fengyun faction's headquarters together. ”

The old man surnamed Wang wisely chose to compromise.

"Be allies with me, how much strength do you have?"

Ye Wuwu raised his eyebrows and asked in a cold voice.

"There are three hundred Demon Monarch-level martial artists, including fifty Demon Monarch-level peak martial artists, such strength should be enough to become Ye Shao's right-hand man!"

The old man surnamed Wang said proudly.

Wang Ying's eyes showed a look of shock, he didn't expect that there were so many demon monarch-level martial artists in Xiaoyaomen, which had been disappearing, it seemed that even if there was no Ye Shao, the Fengyun faction would also face the hidden strong enemy of Xiaoyaomen.

Ye Wuwu sneered in his heart, now with his own strength, let alone three hundred Demon Monarch-level martial artists, even if it is a thousand Demon Monarch-level martial artists.

"Your strength is not good, I will not be an ally with you. Either we go and fight the Fengyun faction headquarters, and you obediently watch it, or you go to the Fengyun faction headquarters, and we appreciate your achievements. Choose one of the two. ”

Ye Wuwu shook his head and smiled.

"Hundreds of Demon Monarch-level martial artists, their strength is still not good, what is the reason? Could it be that the two of them are more powerful than our entire sect?"

The elder surnamed Wang was shocked by what Ye Wuwu said.

Wang Ying suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, following Ye Wuwu together, his identity seemed to be completely different, you must know that you are just a recent demon monarch-level martial artist, not to mention fighting the Fengyun faction headquarters, I am afraid that a few demon monarch-level martial artists will come to Xiaoyaomen, and I will not be an opponent.

The people of Xiaoyaomen fell into a very tangled silence again, and after a long time, an old man spoke: "Elder Wang, do you need to go back to discuss this matter in the long run?" ”