In the courtyard, in the attic, Wang Yi stood by the railing, looking into the distance. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at the shadowy island hidden in the fog in the distance, Wang Yi's eyes were deep.

Wang Yi has been in the Zhou family for seven days, and during these seven days, in addition to meditating and cultivating, Wang Yi has spent most of the time in the Zhou family's library.

Although the Zhou family is small, there are countless books, of course, there are very few books related to cultivation, most of them are about some anecdotes and customs in various places, but other people's chicken ribs are Wang Yi's treasures, for Wang Yi, these contents happen to be what he needs, if it is really some cultivation classics, Wang Yi may not necessarily read it, not to mention others, just say that his major in the Great Kurong Sutra is listed in the Zhenhai Sect Three Classics and Six Classics is a veritable Taoist scripture, it can be said that Wang Yi really can't look down on the general exercises and secret techniques.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Yi fell to the ground flutteringly, like a feather falling, quietly silent.

Walking between the courtyards, Wang Yi thought that the time for him to leave should have come, after all, his purpose of staying in the Zhou family had been achieved.

"Steward Zhou. ”

Looking at Zhou Fu, who was directing the work of the servants, Wang Yi opened his mouth and shouted, for some reason, the originally lifeless Zhou family has quietly regained some vitality in the past few days.

Hearing Wang Yi's call, Zhou Fu immediately put down the work in his hand and walked over.

"I don't know what the prince is calling for the old decay?"

The voice was respectful and humble, and his attitude towards Wang Yi was very different from the first time they met.

For such a courtesy, Wang Yi did not have any discomfort, to be honest, even if he didn't care about his identity as a disciple of the Zhenhai Sect, just by virtue of his cultivation in the True Yuan Period of the Scattered Human Realm, he would also receive such a courtesy as Zhou Fu.

After looking at Zhou Fu, Wang Yi opened his mouth and said:

"I'm here to tell you that I'm leaving today. ”

The sound is as flat as water, without any ups and downs.

Hearing this, Zhou Fu's face changed, and his originally calm face couldn't help but be a little frightened, only to see him bow to Wang Yi and say:

"Why is Childe in a hurry to leave, but the old man can't take care of it?"

When Zhou Fu said this, he spoke very quickly, and he seemed very urgent.

In this regard, Wang Yi was still as calm as ever, but said lightly:

"It's good here, but I have my own things to do. ”

Seeing that Wang Yi had made up his mind, Zhou Fu could only reluctantly open his mouth and said:

"The head of the family is in retreat, why don't you wait for my head of the family to leave the customs before resigning?"

After saying this, Zhou Fu looked at Wang Yi with a pair of eyes tight, hoping that Wang Yi could stay for a few more days, after all, this was what the head of the Zhou family told him in every possible way before the retreat. It's a pity that Wang Yi disappointed him in the end.

"Your master will trouble the old housekeeper to help me tell me, so I won't stay longer. ”

Before the words fell, Wang Yi's figure had already left the courtyard, looking at Wang Yi who was floating away, Steward Zhou's old face was full of helplessness, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.

Ignoring Steward Zhou's reaction, Wang Yi had already walked out of Zhou's house at this moment, but after walking out of a distance, Wang Yi's footsteps couldn't help but pause.

With a raised brow, a cold light flashed in Wang Yi's eyes, although he didn't look back, Wang Yi could still clearly sense the few little tails behind him.

With a turn of his gaze, Wang Yi continued to walk forward as if nothing happened, and the few people behind him were so weak that he couldn't arouse any interest in killing them.

Of course, if the other party is really ignorant and wants to die, Wang Yi doesn't mind giving them a ride.

With a leisurely pace, Wang Yi walked and watched like a tourist, and left the distinctive green bamboo set in the leisurely stroll.

Stepping on the bluestone paved road and listening to the sound of the forest coming from the bamboo forest in his ears, Wang Yi was in a very good mood, but it was a pity that some people were not interested in disturbing Wang Yi at this time.

Stopped, Wang Yi's head turned slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and at this moment, there was a small black dot behind Wang Yi that was approaching Wang Yi at a rapid pace.

Feeling the locked gaze, Wang Yi understood that this person was here to trouble him. Wang Yi hates trouble but is not afraid of trouble, and now that he is in trouble, Wang Yi naturally wants to stop and solve the trouble.

Fortunately, the visitor did not let Wang Yi wait, and soon appeared in front of him.

Looking at the person who caught up, Wang Yi shook his head imperceptibly, feeling a little disappointed.

With the sound of the wind, a middle-aged man in a green robe stepped on the tip of the bamboo step by step in front of Wang Yi.

I saw that the man was about forty years old, with a thin face, a pale face, sunken eyes, and an excessively wine-colored appearance.

In addition to this not good-looking face, the only thing that can attract Wang Yi's attention a little is the withered yellow gourd on the man's waist.

Stopping, the middle-aged man stood firmly on the tip of the bamboo, looking down at Wang Yi from top to bottom.

"Boy, tell me obediently what you did at the Zhou family, how is the situation of the Zhou family now, if your answer satisfies me, I don't mind letting you go. ”

After saying this, the man clasped his hands to his chest, and obvious playful and sadistic intent flashed in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Wang Yi to beg him for mercy.

In fact, the man had done this many times, and what he liked most was to watch the others kneel at his feet and plead, but this time he was doomed to disappointment.

Facing the man's playful gaze, Wang Yi reacted flatly, just glanced up at him.

The gaze at this glance was very faint, but it was this faint gaze that made the man feel like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.

Wow, the blade broke through the air, and the purple streamer covered the man's eyes.

Faced with a role like a middle-aged man, Wang Yi was not even in the mood to say a word.

The sword is amazing, the small thunder sound sword technique of the Dacheng realm plus the immortal sword that is comparable to a high-level magic weapon is amazing, how strong it is, even Wang Yi himself is not very clear, this is the first time since the breakthrough of strength Wang Yi has made an all-out attack.

Ah, the sword light slashed, the thunder sounded, and in the face of such a sword, the middle-aged man didn't react for a while, and as the price of not reacting, the man lost his own life.

Snort, blood was spilled, the human head was separated, and the man's headless body fell directly from the tip of the bamboo.

And at this time, the immortal sword that took away the man's life at will before was constantly rotating around Wang Yi's side, like a nimble swimming fish.

The sword body trembled, and the sword roared, giving people a light feeling, compared to before, the immortal sword at this moment seemed to be more spiritual.

Stretching out his hand, the Immortal Sword fell into Wang Yi's hand very obediently, holding the Immortal Sword, Wang Yi did not feel the slightest barrier, as if the Immortal Sword was originally a part of his body.

At this moment, Wang Yifu couldn't help but close his eyes, and then took out his sword.

Horizontal, splitting, stabbing, picking, the simple sword style is derived from Wang Yi's hands, every move and every style is like an antelope hanging horns, just right, full of a strange beauty, perhaps the so-called transformation of decay into magic is so. (To be continued.) )