Wen Renran raised his voice angrily, Yi Qiunian didn't think it was a pestle, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "I'm not wrong, what are you angry about?"

"Alas, anyway, you are disrespectful to the old man, so you are still a single person. ”

didn't want to waste time arguing, Wen Renran replied casually, and then asked Yi Qiunian's opinion: "Master, should you move to the cold house for a few days, so that I can fulfill my filial piety?"

"What about the other four old brothers? If you want to work hard for you last time, you can't forget him. ”

"I've already sent all the invitations on the way to the Cloud Cliff. ”

"Well, I don't have to refuse such a good thing as a few days of happiness. Before you do, though, you have to follow me to Solitary Peak. ”

"Invite Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng's temperament to attend the wedding banquet, I'm afraid it will be cold...... Aren't you too nasty?"

was a little embarrassed by Wen Renran's slightly disdainful words, Yi Qiunian asked helplessly: "Am I a completely immodest person in your eyes?"

"It's a free-spirited and open-minded, good at teaching disciples, warm-hearted, but an old and indecent kendo master. ”

"The first three good words are not as good as a 'old and unserious'. ”

sneered and waved his hand, Yi Qiunian's expression was straight, and he confessed what he meant: "The Seven Stars are fighting for the king, and the catastrophe of the heavenly policy is in sight, so it's time to make arrangements as soon as possible." ”

"Is Tiance a real dragon, with the memory of the old man, it's not difficult to contain Uncle Feng, right?"

"You know so well, it looks like you've chosen a place for yourself. There is a deep meaning in the words of the Autumn Nian.

"As a master and apprentice, how could I be against you?"

"Then follow me to Lonely Peak. I told the traces of the wind, he helped me suppress the apprentice, and I frustrated the spirit of those two boys for him. ”

Wen Renran frowned and said, "What do you mean, you want me to challenge Uncle Feng?"

"Wrong, the rivers and lakes have been trying swords for more than half a year, it's time for you to use forbearance, go back and sort it out. ”

Yi Qiunian shook his head slowly, but his words were gentle, but there was little room for him, and he ordered: "In the next three years, every other year, write your breakthrough and comprehension on the sword theory into a sword book, and send a copy to Buyun Cliff." ”

"It's no problem for you to hand over the sword spectrum to Yi Lao, but what does this have to do with letting Uncle Feng suppress me?"

"Ahem, you'll understand later. Okay, if you don't go to Lonely Peak at this time, those two boys will go back to the Demon Sword Dao, let's go. ”

was dragged by Yi Qiunian to go to Yuli Garden to find Luozi Shang, and Wen Ren couldn't help but feel confused. Obviously, they are all people who are going to get married, why do you have to go out with Yi Qiunian to mess around? The speed of his feet did not decrease, and Wen Renran hesitated: "Yi Lao, is it interesting to bully the younger generation?"

"You and Zishang are my apprentices, and those two are the apprentices of the Wind Trace, just right!"

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On the lonely peak, the peak is high and the wind is cold, and the two pairs of masters and apprentices are facing each other, silent for a while, leaving only the sound of the wind to echo.

At his feet, there was a little peach with few interests, with a gentle expression, Luo Zishang, who was holding the jade fence in his arms, looked at the two young figures on the opposite side, one black and one white, lightly bumped Wen Renran's shoulder, and said: "Brother Wenren, is it a bit difficult for you to deal with two by yourself? As a junior brother, I am willing to share it for you." ”

"I don't mind giving you an opponent. ”

"No, Zishang is not allowed to do it today, just stand by and take a good look. ”

"Huh?"

Luo Zishang looked at Yi Qiunian and saw that his face was very serious, and there was no ordinary joke at all. Knowing that Yi Qiunian was not a lie, he pursed his lips and retreated behind him.

Sensing that Yi Qiunian and Lhotse Shang had given up their positions, the Traces of the Wind opened their eyes that had been slightly closed, and said coldly: "White, black." ”

"Two against one...... I'm not happy! I can do it alone!"

The tone was high and prominently a little weird, the black-clothed sword shao's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, the Yaksha sword was held in his hand, he turned his head to look at the white-clothed sword shao, and there was an undisguised intention to win: "Brother Wang, this person is mine!"

“……”

Silent by nature, the white-clothed sword was indifferent, and stepped back slightly. If it weren't for the order of the heavens, for the few swords in black, the white clothes would always habitually make concessions. Moreover, it is also not what they want to use two against one. Seeing this, the Scars of the Wind will not stop it, as long as the black clothes understand their own shortcomings, they will accept the help of the white clothes.

The sharp-eared ears of the black-clothed sword Shao, which represented the bloodline of the demon royal family, moved, and the demonic qi around his body was like smoke, full of madness. The tone was sharp, the black-clothed sword young man held the Yaksha, the tip of the sword dragged the ground and galloped, and suddenly jumped heavily, shortening the distance between him and Wen Renran in an instant, the black gas on the Yaksha sword was swirling, and the sword was fiercely inserted, showing its strong ability.

The Yaksha sword went straight to the point, and when he heard that the body did not move, Danqing saw that it was hanging on his waist and did not come out, so he only stretched out his fingers and stopped the way of the Yaksha sword, but with the same strength and different skills, he lifted the weight and clamped the sword body lightly, and flicked his fingers. Suddenly, the Yaksha Sword vibrated with a sharp sound in the limited space. The black-clothed sword young man was about to urge the demon again, when he suddenly felt two strange forces counterattacking along the body of the Yaksha sword, only his subordinates strengthened and wanted to pull out the Yaksha sword to return to his hand.

"Huh. ”

The black-clothed sword has little strength, and this battle is a test of swordsmanship, not a foundation to win. Wen Renran's subordinates loosened slightly, and let him draw the Yaksha sword.

The black-clothed sword young man took advantage of the situation to retreat, but the contradictory sword qi left on the Yaksha sword did not dissipate, but actually broke out in the same force.

"Happy!"

The first move failed, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, and the black-clothed sword was rarely defeated, but became more and more excited, and the yaksha danced again, and the demonic energy was like a tide, like a raging rainstorm, which was the demon flow sword - "Sword Crying Rain!"

The power of the Demon Flow Sword is heavy, the penetration is strong, and the chain of swords falls like rain, far better than the previous initial style. However, even so, Wen Renran still stood in place, with no intention of moving, just slashing his fingers into the air, condensing a thick qi sword.

The misty sword flower brought up by the Demon Flow Sword Weeping Rain Style was turned into intangibles by this qi sword, leaving behind the most fundamental Yaksha body. The fingers stretched out flatly, just pointing at the tip of the Yasha sword, and the continuous sword intent broke through the obstruction, stopping the black-clothed sword from entering the way.

"The black clothes are defeated. ”

I don't know when it started, and the traces of the wind have stood in the same place as Yi Qiunian. Seeing this sword duel, knowing that the black-clothed sword had a few tricks to press the box, the scar of the wind still looked at Yi Qiunian, and said lightly: "You have a good apprentice." ”

"This compliment, I am not humble as a sword ruffian. Dare to abolish his two strong moves that are closer to foreign arts and have good power, and integrate them into ordinary learning, this courage should be held by a swordsman. ”

Wen Renran has how many catties and taels, and he knows best when he recalls the autumn year. However, smelting the two styles of cold spirit and frost in one furnace, starting again, and sticking to the right path of the sword, made him stunned and gratified.

The trace of the wind bowed his head imperceptibly: "In terms of sword alone, it is not easy to win him within a hundred moves." ”

"Ha, it's not easy to tell you, it's not easy. ”

During the conversation, the black-clothed sword boy was not to be outdone, changed hands and then moved the sword and cried blood, turned over and fought back quickly. In the face of the sword of the Demon Flow, Wen Renran's body moved quickly, retreated three feet, and his right hand was flat to block the Yaksha stabbing chest, and then his hand was like a flower, and the sword was condensed, and the mighty breath was empty. The Yaksha Sword suddenly fell into a quagmire, it was difficult to advance an inch, and the demonic energy on it was even more dissipated, and the madness was no longer there, as if it were a dead thing!

"Sword, Weeping Blood!"

Hearing this, he took the Yaksha back, and then threw the sword out of his hand, the sword was similar to seventy, and the hilt of the sword was facing the person, and he also made a sword at a cold speed. When the black-clothed sword saw it, it was too late to dodge, and he was suddenly hit hard in the abdomen by Yaksha, and his feet were thrown back from the ground.

"Brother Huang!"

With a roar, the sword box touched the ground and opened, and the heretic sword suddenly came into its hands. Hand luck wind traces, the white-clothed sword is less quick to grab, and the sword of the hindrance sect is less declining, without losing calm and calm.

"Well, I'm annoying!"

Although he was anxious and embarrassed, the black-clothed sword had no intention of stopping it, and he held the Yaksha sword and attacked again. The white-clothed sword is not far behind, and the wind sword is fast and dense. Black and white join forces to show off the Demon Flow Sword and Wind Trace!