In front of Ye Feng squatted an old man, the old man had a childish face, his eyes were full of electricity, his right hand was holding a gray beard, and he was staring at Ye Feng with wide eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's no wonder that Ye Feng was scared half to death, in other words, as soon as anyone opened his eyes, an old man three inches ago stared at him strangely, and he would be scared out of a cold sweat in an instant.

"Weird, weird!" The old man with a childish face said three strange words in a row, as if he was thinking about something, slowly stood up and stared at Ye Feng with his hands behind his back, and said to himself: "The body is in the soul has been extinguished, and the soul has returned to the field." Yin and yang live and die, and dry bones make emperor stars. Doll, what's your name? ”

The words of the old man with a strange yin and yang spirit could be heard in a fog by Ye Fengyun. When Ye Feng took a few deep breaths and calmed down, he stood up and muttered angrily: "Ye Feng." The leaves of the leaves, the wind of the breeze. ”

"Ye Feng?"

The old man who exuded fairy wind bones all over his body was slightly stunned, perhaps because this person had not been surprised for a long time, so that the stunned look on his face was a little stiff.

"The leaves fall with the wind, and the wind blows the leaves back to the roots. Just ask, is it the wind that blows off the leaves and leaves the tree? Or did Ye Wuxin love the tree and chase the wind? Or is it that the wind is ruthless with the leaves, and finally the leaves abandon the wind, find the tree and return to the roots? ”

The old man's words made Ye Feng stunned, he had never heard this kind of words, and he couldn't guess the meaning of the old man's words.

"Old ...... Old-timers, you see that it is not early, and it will be dark in a few hours. At your age, hurry up and go home. The old man actually said something that Ye Feng didn't understand, and Ye Feng had no interest in continuing to talk.

But Ye Feng found that the old man was still smiling at him, Ye Feng gradually felt uncomfortable all over his body, and said: "Let me tell you, the evil bandits have been rampant recently, although you look like a fairy wind and bones, but you can't afford to toss the evil bandits." Hurry up, hurry home. ”

Ye Feng was frightened, but he still didn't scare the old man in white away.

Ye Feng found that the old man still didn't plan to leave, so Ye Feng had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and simply spare him from the side.

Ye Feng didn't want to continue to entangle with the old man, so he hurried back to the mansion while it was still dark.

However, just as Ye Feng had just walked ten meters, a purple light fell from the sky, and a sword with a scabbard pierced a foot deep into the ground.

"Hey! Who dares to use tricks behind their backs? ”

Suddenly stabbed down a sword, which scared Ye Feng out of a cold sweat.

Don't look at Ye Feng has become an early chivalrous man, but just now, he didn't notice the abnormality around him at all.

This can only show that the person who threw this sword is much, much higher than Ye Feng's martial arts realm.

"Ye Feng little doll, you and I meet is fate. I have three swords in my life, and I am giving you this purple sword today. If you feel that my sword is in hand in the future, you can go to the lonely cold mountain of the Sun Kingdom of Middle-earth to find me. When the time comes, I'll give you two more swords. Maybe when the old man arrives, I will be happy, and I will tell you some secrets about your Ye family. ”

This voice Ye Feng was familiar with, it was the accent of the old man who had just spoken to him.

"The ......." Ye Feng turned around abruptly, but there was no trace of the old man.

Turning around and looking at the sword that had entered the ground, Ye Feng swallowed his saliva fiercely, and there was a roar in his mind.

He ...... Who is he? Why did it suddenly disappear? And what did he mean by that strange thing? ”

"The body is gone, and the soul is back to the field. Yin and yang live and die, and dry bones make emperor stars. Ye Feng muttered to himself, and remembered a few other words from the old man of the fairy wind bone: "The leaves move with the wind, and the wind blows the leaves back to their roots." This...... What does this have to do with me? Don't...... Is it because my name is Ye Feng? Also, what secrets does my Ye family have that I don't know? ”

Ye Feng suddenly felt that the old man's words were hidden in a mystery, and they were definitely not what he understood. In addition, the old man said that he would tell some of the Ye family's secrets, what would it be?

Scratching his head frantically, Ye Feng didn't come up with a reason after thinking about it, and finally had to suppress the chaotic things, holding the scabbard with both hands and surging the dantian vitality, and pulling out the purple sword and scabbard with both arms.

As soon as he pulled out the sword and scabbard, he saw Ye Feng holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and pulled out the long sword with a bang.

In the next second, I saw a purple light flash out of thin air, and Ye Feng couldn't open his eyes.

With a bang, Ye Feng put the purple sword back into the scabbard, rubbed his stinging eyes with his left hand, and sneered after a while.

"Good sword! Enough to sell for a big price. Ye Feng shouted loudly.

However, Ye Feng pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, but he didn't hear anyone shouting angrily. Ye Feng shook his head and sighed, knowing that the old man was really gone.

Ye Feng would not sell this sword, with his perennial dealings with weapons, Ye Fan knew that this sword was extraordinary just by the purple light that made him unable to open his eyes, and it was also a king-level weapon at the very least.

The weapons in the hands of the Jianghu people are also good and bad, and the quality is mortal weapons, royal weapons, and royal weapons.

Most of the weapons are blades made by mortal blacksmith masters, because the material is not very good, it is only stronger than the kitchen knife for cutting vegetables and chopping meat.

Above the mortal weapon is the king-level blade, this quality weapon can be regarded as a treasure, and it already has the characteristics of sharpening iron like clay, and it is the beloved thing of the sect master of every sect.

However, even if the sect masters were willing to spend a lot of money to buy it, they didn't know where to buy it.

Just because king-level weapons rarely appear in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there are only a few ancient families in the entire martial arts, and there are a few of the forces that rule the rivers and lakes today.

As for the royal weapon-level weapons, there have only been three since ancient times.

One of them is a sword, the second is a sword, and the last one is a large red bow.

The whereabouts of these three imperial weapons have long been unknown, and they may be hidden in a certain family in ancient times, or they may be in the hands of someone. Few people know exactly where they went.

"That purple light that made me unable to open my eyes alone was enough to show that this sword was a king-level weapon. Even if it is not one of the best blades in the king weapon level, it is also a priceless low-grade sword. Ye Feng touched the scabbard of the purple sword lovingly, and then sighed: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, my father has never seen a king-level weapon for most of his life, but today I got it inexplicably." ”

"But then again, who is that old man with fairy wind bones? can have such a sword, and it is not an ordinary person in the rivers and lakes. Unfortunately, the senior did not give his name. But when I'm strong enough, I'll go to the lonely cold mountain that the old man said. Ye Feng habitually smirked, and then walked down the hill with a king-grade purple sword.

After a day of tossing, it was already sunset at this time, and Ye Feng also returned to the door of his house on West Street.

Looking at the white mourning cloth hanging on the door of the mansion, a sense of sadness suddenly floated into Ye Feng's heart.

"Daddy...... Father! ”

Taking advantage of the scene, the figure and face of his father Ye Longtian once again appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

Before tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, a burst of vicious words suddenly came from the house, making Ye Feng, who was standing outside the door of the house, frown fiercely.

"Ye Feng is really breezy enough, huh? He was angry that the Hengyue faction retired Sima Yanru, and he also said that he would destroy the Hengyue faction in the future. I, Wu Jun, as a member of the side branch of the Ye family, would like to ask you at this time, why did an arrogant sick son inherit the Ye family's estate? ”

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