"It's Uncle Fisherman, Uncle Boss doesn't see anyone today. ”

Yu Xuanji thought that her footsteps were extremely quiet, but she still woke up the sleeping Ho Ho.

"I'm not here to find the old master......" Yu Xuanji's eyes sharper than a sword swept at the first awakening of the big dream, and scolded secretly in her heart:

"With the way you sleep, if you still want to hold a sword, it's difficult to break through the realm and wash the marrow!"

Since that uncle and ancestor ascended, no one in Fushan has cultivated this method until six years ago, when the head of the sect picked up this abandoned baby.

"Uncle Fisherman, the way down the mountain is here. ”

"Hmph-"

The eyes sharper than the sword swept over the innocent ho again.

Yu Xuanji picked up her long green shirt and threw it back, rising with a sword light.

The blue-green sword light streaked across the middle of the sky, and it happened to be seen by Shan Xi in the middle of the road.

......

"You went around in a big circle to avoid the deacon and Ho Ho, it wasn't just for a look, right?!" Yu Sheng opened his eyes and glanced at Yu Xuanji, and sighed secretly in his heart:

"I can't believe you're so old. ”

"Who the hell are you?" asked Yu Xuanji, looking at the rattan chair under Yusheng's body.

She recognized the chair, its previous owner as her brother.

If it weren't for seeing this chair, Yu Xuanji would have forgotten the old guy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world.

"A little in the vast night sky, a star in the soup and river...... It's just a little person. Yusheng replied with a smile.

Yu Xuanji paced back and forth in front of the recliner for a few steps, glanced sideways at Yusheng, who closed his eyes to calm his mind, and said in his heart:

"If I don't say anything, if I want to know, it's just a matter of time. ”

Uncle Fisherman walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped, and after a while, a blue-green sword light rose in front of the Jingtian Pavilion Library.

The ones who should have come have not come, but the two who should not have come have already come, which is really boring.

Yusheng originally planned to go out for a walk in the next few days, but at this time he was completely out of interest.

......

Sanxi hadn't been here for days, and the deacon who delivered the fruit bowl had been replaced by a hunchbacked old man in white who was both deaf and mute.

The old white camel changed the fruit plate and turned around and left, not stopping for a moment, not even looking at Yusheng.

Yusheng picked up a pine bullet and hit the old white camel's ear, and the old white camel babbled and touched his ear and turned to stare at Yusheng.

In fact, he was also helpless, and he really didn't want to get up.

"Why you?"

Yusheng asked with difficulty, and he didn't know if the old white camel could see it.

"Shan Xi is now more courageous and diligent in his practice, and the deacons are in the Fushan Immortal Sword League held every four years in Zhang Luo. ”

The old white camel babbled and compared for a long time, and Yusheng pieced together the broken sentences into a complete sentence.

"Another half a year has passed, and it's all time in the Sword and Fairy League......"

At this time, Yu Sheng noticed that the sword intent was surging among the peaks below, and although the disciples of each peak had different levels and realms, they all had only one thought at this time - to work hard, practice swords every day, and strive to compete for a good ranking in the league, paving the way for the next practice.

He knew that Sanxi would naturally not have such thoughts, and of course, he must have his own thoughts.

Yusheng came to the edge of the cliff and looked in the direction of the sunset.

Under a high mountain willow, Yamaki was sitting cross-legged, a blunt sword levitating straight in front of his forehead.

Looking at the blunt sword, Yu Sheng couldn't help but laugh:

"This sword is a perfect match for you. ”

He glanced at the other peaks, frowning slightly.

Then I glanced at it again, but I still didn't find it.

Yusheng is looking for Zhao Yiyi, a woman who is known as a natural Taoist like Shan Xi.

He turned to look at the shiny rattan chair, and when he wanted to move, he suddenly felt like a large stone weighing a thousand pounds on the surface of his feet.

There is still a year and a half to go, and at least one more chance to try.

......

Looking at a string of sparse clouds in the sky, which attracted the attention of the old master, the rattan chair in the sword knowledge was empty.

"Ho, what do you think that's that?"

Ho ho rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction that the old master was pointing.

Immediately, the little eyes turned around in their sockets and replied:

"He's gone?"

"It's not that simple. The old master shook his head and said.

The clouds had cleared as he spoke.

"You come with me, but you have to follow!"

It's not the first time that Ho Ho has followed the head to leave Gufeng, but he has never said a second sentence before.

Seeing that the league is coming soon, where is the head of the club going at this time?!

He didn't know where they were going today, but he could sense that it must not be safe.

Ho Ho didn't think about it anymore, his hands were raised above his head and then slashed to the sides, his little face roared in the sky, and his small body rose rapidly.

The little guy doesn't have a sword, but he has his own way, and in order to make himself a little more handsome, he creates these moves himself.

After only ten breaths of effort, the head and Ho Ho came to the sky above Sword Valley.

"Master, what are we doing here?" said Ho Ho hugged his arms and said, "It's weird cold." ”

The boss didn't answer, motioning for him to look down.

That dark valley was full of sword mounds, and if it weren't for the great cultivators, no one would be far away to see it.

Even if he had the head of the house to protect his body, just one glance at the sword intent at the bottom of the valley was enough for him to tremble for a while.

"Master, let's go back!"

The old master glared at Ho Ho, shook his head and wiped his hand towards Sword Valley, motioning for him to look again.

At this time, Ho Ho's little eyes widened, and his mouth couldn't be closed for a long time.

"He, how did he do it. ”

Ho Ho asked as he pointed to Yu Sheng standing on the cliff on the side of Sword Valley, obviously not believing that the person was Yu Sheng.

"Actually, I should have expected ......"

To say that with the failure of Xuanxu Pavilion and Xifeng, Yusheng will not take any more risks.

But who knows his thoughts?!

......

Yu Sheng simply sat on a rock on the cliff, and he knew that there were two pairs of people looking at him from above.

He didn't think much about it, closed his eyes, and felt the bursts of sword intent rising from those commanding swords.

The mysterious power in his body began to stir under the flood of sword intent.

The face of the head became more and more ugly, because Yusheng had no intention of getting up and leaving, and at this time, the sun had already set.

In the night, the sword intent rising from the sword mound will be much stronger than the day.

"Is he crazy?!"

Ho Ho asked, glancing at the setting sunset.

"I'm not crazy, it's just a little person, just look at it. ”

When he turned around, Yusheng was already in front of him.

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but he knew that Yusheng was not just looking at it.

Who would risk being swallowed by the Valley of Swords to take a casual look?!

Even if he's really crazy.

Yu Sheng glanced at the old master's serious face and said:

"It's the last time I'll be here, and I'm just sorry for them. ”

"Then you go pick them up!"

The old master deliberately provoked him.

"I think there will be a day like this, and I hope you can see it. ”

Ho Ho didn't see how he left, although the speed couldn't catch up with the powerful swordsman of the Xiao Zhou realm, it was far beyond his sight