On the top of the Green River, Chen Changxiao's Cangling Sword in his hand waved and stood, flowing clouds and water, the wind under his feet, destroying the withering and decaying, and conjuring up two afterimages, the sword light shone, better than the blue sky and white sun, and the air made a dull sound after the sword blade was broken.

The eleven swords of the wind, the Qingjun swordsmanship, none of them are reserved, they are all used, and the second layer of the seven shadow steps is perfectly integrated, the tip of the sword is stabbed in front of you, and the sword flowers are rolled up, although it is beautiful, but it is full of killing intent.

About half an hour later, Chen Changxiao stopped taking the sword, and then turned on his side, his right palm was raised, his body was as light as a swallow, he stepped on the broken roof in the center and rose into the air, and looked back at the moon with a blow, his palm was down, and he only heard him snort:

"Heaven-shattering!"

Boom! The body went down, the palm touched the ground, and instantly made a huge palm print on the ground, and immediately smoke and dust were everywhere.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Chen Changxiao stood upright and spotless.

"Good!"

At this moment, an old voice came from behind, according to Chen Changxiao's previous experience, he must have thought it was an ancient night, but now it is not in Zhushan Peak, he frowned slightly, and turned back vigilantly.

In front of him, a septuagenarian dressed in black linen clothes, with a gray beard and gray hair, walked slowly over with his hands behind his back, smiling.

"Lord of the Nighthouse?"

Chen Changxiao cried out in surprise.

The smile on Ye Tian's face disappeared, he waved his sleeves, and said dissatisfiedly: "Exempt the lord of the mansion, call the eldest brother." ”

Chen Changxiao was stunned for a moment, with a black line on his face, and smiled bitterly in his heart, you are seventy years old, and I am only less than twenty, why are you still called big brother?

"I'll still call you the lord of the house, call me the eldest brother, I really can't talk about it. ”

Yetian stood in front of Chen Changxiao, hesitated for a while and replied with you, then closed his eyes, stretched out his fingers and straightened them, and swiped a few times up and down, left and right, the latter did not understand his meaning.

The next moment, Ye Tian shook his sleeves, and a wave of spiritual power came out, Chen Changxiao took a few steps back, and slowly, the light red fire element spiritual power in the sleeve became more and more vigorous, spreading to the surrounding area to form a huge aura, and the coercion of the powerhouse in the Yuan Dao Realm enveloped the entire mountaintop.

Chen Changxiao's body trembled slightly, and his heart was shocked, this breath was still above Yun Motian and Yun Chen! He stood firm, and with all his might, the spiritual power of the five elements unfolded, fused into his legs, and did not let himself be bounced away.

Under Chen Changxiao's gaze, the cloth rose in the night, and the white beard floated in the air, only to see him raise his hand indifferently, and the distance of three feet in front of his hand was twisted into a strip, but in the blink of an eye, a sword of spiritual power was clenched in his hand. He still didn't open his eyes, he spread his body, his toes were forced, the spirit sword stabbed and swirled, and suddenly the sword qi was overflowing. Meditate for a moment, and then a sword is slashed out, royal, broken, returned, turned, diffuse, rushed, proud, swollen, bullied, bullied, robbed!

Sword after sword, as if practiced a hundred times, wield freely!

Chen Changxiao stared at it, the swordsmanship of the Night Angel was his Eleven Swords of the Wind Resistant! Eleven-style sword moves, without any loopholes!

After the eleven swords of the wind are out, the tip of the sword is picked, and the swordsmanship is psychedelic, which is another set of swordsmanship of Chen Changxiao, Qingjun swordsmanship!

"This ......!"

Chen Changxiao was already stunned, if Ye Tian had been following him to this mountain, he had only used two sets of swordsmanship before, and Ye Tian was on the side, and he was still standing in the distance, only looking at it once, halfway Chen Changxiao cooperated with the Seven Shadow Step Sword Moves looming, extremely fast, even so, Ye Tian still remembered every move and even every detail!

After a long time, the night sky negative sword stopped, the spiritual power was withdrawn, the air pressure disappeared, and Chen Changxiao was able to slow down.

The former opened his eyes, the spiritual power turned into a sword and dispersed, rolled his eyes, stroked his beard, and said proudly: "What's the matter, the eldest brother's kung fu of stealing chickens and dogs is okay?"

Chen Changxiao smiled bitterly, and listened to him say again: "Your two sets of swordsmanship are good, the intermediate level of spiritual products and the advanced level of spiritual products, tsk, it seems that the Qingjun Gate really treats you as a treasure." ”

"But your footwork shouldn't be from Qingyunmen, right?"

Ye Tian raised his eyes and thought about it carefully, Chen Changxiao shook his head, although the mansion master in front of him looked like a bit of a idle old man, but he was a real Yuan Dao realm powerhouse, his comprehension ability and insight were much higher than that Yun Motian, and then he replied lightly: "How does the mansion master know?"

Ye Tian guessed seriously: "According to the old man's understanding, among the twelve major Xuanmen in our Yunzhou, the highest level of exercise is only the level of spiritual products, and there are very few, and your footwork is not only spiritual products." ”

After hearing this, Chen Changxiao really admired that he used the Seven Shadow Steps when he competed in the door, and the head of the sect and the Great Elder did not notice the wonder of the footwork, and the lord of this mansion could see it at a glance, it was really good!

Chen Changxiao wanted to answer, but Yetian interrupted: "Don't tell the truth, I'll just guess, old man, I don't want to know too much, I'm afraid I won't live long!"

Chen Changxiao smiled lightly, such a person is rare in the world.

"What is the so-called matter of the lord of the mansion coming up with me, it won't be just to steal my swordsmanship, right?"

Chen Changxiao asked, Ye Tian laughed, and said: "You little doll, you actually said that the old man came here to learn swordsmanship, not bragging, if my self-cultivation goes out, only others steal to learn from me, how can I steal from others?"

After speaking, Yetian's beard was almost brushed, and without waiting for Chen Changxiao to speak, he said bluntly: "Can you lend me your sword?"

Chen Changxiao didn't hesitate, threw it over, followed it in the night, took it to his eyes, looked carefully, his eyes became extremely bright, he stared dryly without blinking, and after looking at it for a while, he pulled Cangling's throat and said in surprise: "You little doll, do you know what grade this sword is?"

Chen Changxiao didn't speak, even if the mansion master wanted to know about this Cangling Sword, he couldn't tell him.

Ye Tian raised his eyes to look at Chen Changxiao, who was just smiling through the sword body, smiled faintly, and said, "The things on your body are really interesting." ”

After speaking, he let out a long breath of old anger, and said in his heart, sure enough, it is the same as you, beyond the understanding of ordinary people, the ancestors of my Ye family relied on casting weapons to strengthen the family, and I and other juniors are naturally familiar with the grade appraisal of weapons, this sword is really an artifact of more than seven grades! Such a treasure, this Great Sage Heavenly Dynasty together is not much! However, because of this, few people know the artifact, and with the experience of most of my life, I can't see how many grades it is. But this is very good, otherwise it will fall into a situation of thousands of people scrambling, and the consequences will not be good.

The two were silent for a while, Yetian put down his sword, faced Chen Changxiao, retracted his stubborn leisure, his eyes were cold, and the latter was a little puzzled when he saw the situation.

After a few breaths in the night, the black cloth clothes were windless and automatic, thousands of wisps of spiritual power came out of the body, attached to the sword body, the Cangling Sword suddenly swelled in his hand, the sword roared through the sky, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, only to hear him Shen Su said: "Look, Chen Changxiao, although I don't practice swordsmanship, but my swordsmanship is not weaker than that of a sword cultivator, the old man will now grant you the swordsmanship, only once, how much you can remember, how much!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Changxiao's eyes widened, he didn't expect that the lord of the mansion would teach him swordsmanship, he didn't think about it anymore, he mentioned all his energy, and watched it with all his heart!