He Bushun shook off the blood on the long sword, his expression was grim, he didn't have the usual appearance of a hanger, but he looked like a grandmaster.

A few people in the rivers and lakes almost didn't fall to the ground when they saw it, and they only hated themselves for listening to rumors, saying that the young uncle and ancestor just worshiped a good master, and his seniority was several generations higher than that of ordinary disciples, but in fact, he didn't have any real skills, just a fox and a fake tiger.

But just now, they couldn't even see when the young uncle's long sword was unsheathed, isn't this a fucking skill?

Old Man He glanced at a few people with a sneer, twisting his snow-white long beard, and did not hide his smugness at all.

Perhaps for this old man who has stood at the door of the martial arts evaluation list all his life, it is the most gratifying thing for him to be so angry.

He Bushun on the battlefield didn't pay attention to this, and his energy was all focused on the enemy troops that were constantly surging in front of him.

Several rounds of charges, but failed to break the defense line of the Tianji Battalion, these southern Xinjiang soldiers who lost their minds and only wanted to kill were hungry and thirsty for blood, and when they saw He Bushun, the only enemy standing in front of them, they immediately gathered from all directions.

Why don't you follow your toes and rise into the air, the sword rises and falls, and another head rolls to the ground.

Instead of looking at the detached head, he kicked the headless corpse away, followed by a sword that stabbed another foe.

This sword stabbed directly into the mouth of a southern Xinjiang warrior, why not flip his wrist, first to the left, and then to the right sharply, the opponent's head was cut in half.

This is the first time He Bushun has killed someone, and he has killed so many people at once, but even He Bushun himself can't tell why his state of mind is so calm.

He lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand, revealing a faint smile.

"From this day forward, this sword will be called Wulian!"

The long sword swung again, and blood splattered, but the sword-wielding young man still had a calm face, and it seemed that he was not on the battlefield, but was just practicing the sword alone.

Those who hold no ripples, their hearts are like stopping water, let you cast boulders and set off strong winds, but my heart has no ripples!

Old Man He, who was standing behind the big shield array and looking around, also looked at the young man who had rushed and killed several times in the enemy formation, but there was not even a trace of blood stained on his body.

It has been more than 100 years since I dreamed of it, and when I woke up from the dream, my hair was white and half of my body was dry.

For some reason, the old man suddenly took a big step forward, as if to get closer to the battlefield so that his apprentice, who was only concerned with fighting, could hear more clearly.

"It's not going well! Let them all take a look at it today, our He family, there are successors! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the people present were shocked.

The words shouted by the old man with his lifelong cultivation, as if the person who spoke were by his side, drilled into everyone's ears, and the old man He said very clearly that it was the He family, not the sect where their master and apprentice were located.

They finally understood why that young Senior Ancestor had only been in the field for two or three years and had been able to have such an astonishing cultivation.

From the very beginning, the old man identified him as the heir of the He family, and what he did not provoke was not only the reputation of the He family, but also the unfinished concern of the old man's life.

The martial arts evaluation list is a very interesting thing, for the people on the list, this glory in the eyes of others may be just a burden, but for the martial artists who have not been among them, it is the most haunting thing.

What's more, the old man stood at the door, watching the twenty top masters inside talking and laughing, this look is a full hundred years.

The old man who has no ripple sword in his hand, and he has no youthful ambition again, but he no longer has the bitterness that has been buried deep in his heart for a hundred years, and finally turned into two lines of tears at this moment.

Maybe it was because of the same heart, He Bushun seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked at the master's side, but saw the scene of the old man's tears.

He Bushun's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly turned his head and turned his back to Old Man He, only to find that even if he held this rippleless sword in his hand, he still couldn't restrain the emotions surging in his chest.

Three years ago, the old man took him away after just one look at him and took him as an apprentice.

He Bushun, who has been grabbing food with wild dogs on the street since he was a child, didn't think that the bad old man with a wooden expression would have any good intentions, and he always followed vigilantly, refusing to leave his back to the old man he met for the first time.

The old man seemed to see what he was thinking, and walked without looking back, never taking the initiative to stop along the way, but the steps under his feet were getting faster and faster.

Old man He is so quiet, the head of the door is in the most inconspicuous corner of the door, he has set up a house for the old man, and specially ordered the doorman to not approach without his orders.

From the place where the disciples were selected to the residence of Old Man He, the distance was not close, which made He Bushun, who had no martial arts background at all, complain.

What's even worse is that the bad old man who watched the wind blow down turned out to walk faster than he ran, why not follow him, and found that he couldn't keep up, gritted his teeth, and was ruthless, so he simply ran.

But even so, he still couldn't catch up with the old man who was walking like a fly.

By the time He Bushun, who was sweating profusely, arrived, the old man was already sitting peacefully on the stone bench in the courtyard, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Why didn't he gasp for breath, looking at the old man in front of him who didn't grow out of breath and didn't change his face, he couldn't help but wonder a little.

No one has been disciplined since I was a child, and I don't know what etiquette is, why don't you be polite, and you are a big grin, you are kung fu?

The old man smiled and nodded, asking him if he wanted to learn.

Why don't you think about it, so you just agreed.

"When I learn kung fu, let's see which turtle bastard dares to bully me!"

This is what He Bushun said when he got started, and it is also the most reasonable reason for a young man who has suffered a lot from the world's ills.

The old man didn't say anything, maybe he didn't care why his apprentice practiced martial arts, but just pointed to a room and said to He Bushun, from today on, this house will belong to you, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, as long as you practice your martial arts.

This may be the old man's unintentional words, but it makes a warm current welling up in the bottom of his heart.

Growing up so big, no one has ever cared if he is full of food, warm or not, he has been drifting around, and he has never had a room of his own.

He vaguely remembered that that kind of place seemed to be called home.

The old man gave him a home, why not Shun always stubbornly thought so.

He had nothing to reciprocate, only practiced hard.