In the hall, the two young men were discussing, and a small man hurriedly handed over a book, and the two of them didn't feel a chill behind them, as if a young man was holding a rusty sword, and a murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

The two of them seemed to see the young man dressed in light clothes again, and smiled: "I will worship in Zixiao Palace." ”

The young man still smiled and said, "If you have bad intentions......"

The young master of the Tianhu Sect sneered wildly: "It's up to you?"

The book simply reads: "In five years, I will let your Lei family suffer from the pain of not being able to survive and die, and not being able to cut with a thousand knives." "The power penetrates the back of the paper, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring between the words.

In five years, the thatched mud house was abandoned, and the Weicheng Tianhumen had changed hands. The young man entered the Zixiao Palace as he wished, and became the first third true legend of Jianfeng, and ten years later, the young man returned as promised.

The young man wore a white cloud Taoist uniform and sneered: "I will finish you off with a sword, you will not be in pain." ”

The little evil spat out a mouthful of blood and cried miserably: "You don't keep your promise?"

The young man said coldly: "You owe the old man his life. ”

Yu Heng glanced at the hall gently, the furnishings were simple, there were only a few ancient chairs, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy looked a little similar to Yu Hengyin, the young man looked at a yellow old book with a focused expression, one hand swam like a sword, a middle-aged woman came out of the stove room, shook her head with a smile, the young man read carefully from time to time, and saw a middle-aged man returning from outside, and even asked: "Dad, this hand?" The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled: "Ding'er, you are using too much force." The middle-aged man put down the farm tools in his hand, and continued: "The key to grasping hands is to fight clumsy with skill, and overcome rigidity with softness. The middle-aged woman looked at the father and son with warmth in her eyes, and then shook her head and smiled helplessly.

Yu Heng looked at them and couldn't help crying, Yang Xiong said, "Why don't you meet them?" Yu Heng shook his head with a tearful smile.

In an instant, Yu Heng seemed to see a person in his eyes, that person was dressed in old clothes, with a kind face, and at this time he muttered: "Maybe they are right, if you really want to cultivate, one day you will understand my words?"

In the blink of an eye, the young man was beside the bed again, and the old man said on his deathbed: "I hope there will be an afterlife, and I will not set foot on the road of cultivating immortals." ”

The young man next to the bed suddenly turned around and looked at Yu Heng and said, "Do you regret it?"

Yu Heng glanced at his family again, he knew that it was a glance, and shook his head firmly.

"Hey, isn't that the "Hanging Sword" Cao Hua?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"That's "Yi Qiu" Yi Qiu?" someone in the crowd coaxed again.

"Hey, who's that?" someone scoffed.

"Is that a kitchen knife?" another sneered.

"Brother Wan, you are wrong with this, the kitchen knife can also cut vegetables, right?" The silk-clothed young man named Cao Hua looked at the rusty old sword and said to him, the sound outside the strings was not difficult to hear, and the expression in Yu Heng's eyes remained unchanged when he heard the words.

"Look, who is that fat man? He is a treasure and unbearable!" another sneered.

Listening to the harsh words, the slightly chubby young man smiled contemptuously, and glanced at Yu Heng curiously.

The forest was scattered, the three-eyed beast had a sword wound on its body, the slightly chubby young man shouted, holding the silver sword in his hand, and went to the three-eyed beast, for a long time, the three-eyed beast finally lost his breath, and the slightly chubby boy also fell from exhaustion.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the forest, it was the "Hanging Sword" Cao Hua, Cao Hua stared greedily at a nine-colored spirit flower behind the three-eyed beast, and exclaimed: "Nine-colored pansy?"

Cao Hua ignored the chubby young man, and was about to take off the nine-colored pansy, when a mockery rose, "This is not the young master Cao who has a sword hanging by his life?"

Cao Hua's face turned cold, that person deliberately made a mistake, and hanging a sword was to mock Cao Hua's unscrupulous means after he was exhausted after the chubby boy slaughtered the three-eyed beast.

Cao Hua sneered: "This nine-colored pansy is still ownerless now, could it be that Your Excellency is also blushing at this spirit flower?"

The chubby young man saw that Cao Hua wanted to take the nine-colored pansy, but he was helpless, he almost killed the three-eyed beast, and now he couldn't even move his fingers, and when he heard the voice rise, he thought that he was fortunate to have a turnaround, but Cao Hua's words extinguished a trace of thought in the heart of the chubby young man.

Between the words, a person walked out of the forest, the young man was dressed in cloth, holding a brass rust sword, with a bit of ridicule on his face, it was Yu Heng, Cao Hua saw this young man clearly, his heart was at ease, and he said coldly: "It's you." ”

Although the chubby boy couldn't move, his eyes rolled, he also recognized that this was the person who was teased by Cao Hua, and he was happy in his heart, the road was narrow, and the two of them had a big fight, if they could end up losing both, it would be good, but when he thought of the nameless boy with the brass rust sword, he smiled bitterly, and thought that this kid could delay for a hundred rounds, and when he recovered, maybe he could give it a fight.

Yu Heng looked at each other coldly, Cao Hua wanted to teach Yu Heng a lesson, but he thought that if the two of them provoked people, it would be a big trouble, he took out a spiritual grass from his sleeve and said coldly: "Boy, this is for you." ”

Cao Hua threw the spirit grass to Yu Heng, seeing that Yu Heng took it into his arms, Cao Hua cursed in his heart, but it turned into anger in an instant, Cao Hua held back his anger and said coldly: "Since Your Excellency accepted the spirit grass, but you don't leave, do you have to take advantage of the time to take the nine-color pansy to hurt people?"

Yu Heng nodded indifferently when he heard this, and Cao Hua said angrily: "Your Excellency can't help but get an inch, don't you really think that I, Cao Hua, am a bully?"

Cao Hua laughed angrily and said: "Since you are so ignorant, even if you risk being profited by the fisherman, you must learn your Excellency's power below!"

Yu Heng smiled indifferently, his eyes were like sharp swords, and said, "Don't dare." ”

Cao Hua was bent on not causing any more trouble, as soon as he came up, he was a sharp sword, the copper sword in Yu Heng's hand turned sideways, and suddenly swept obliquely, Cao Hua flew upside down, Yu Heng came to the nine-color pansy in an instant, Cao Hua shouted: "You dare?"

A sword was like an arrow towards Yu Heng, and Yu Heng snorted coldly: "Get out." Holding the bronze sword in his hand, as if nothing happened, he "pulled out the leaves and asked for directions", the silver sword flew back upside down, and Cao Hua saw the silver sword shooting, and he was so shocked that his soul was not possessed.

Yu Heng had already taken down the nine-colored pansy at this time, and sneered: "Young Master Cao, now this nine-colored pansy has a master, don't you want to break the order?"

Cao Hua woke up when he heard this, his eyes were cloudy, and he could only retreat without anger, seeing Yu Heng coming slowly, the slightly chubby boy was startled, these few breaths were to take down the cultivation of this nine-color pansy, and he was dumbfounded, and he didn't know why this person approached, what made the slightly chubby young man stunned was that Yu Heng actually put the nine-color pansy into the arms of the slightly chubby young man, this nine-color pansy is a high-level spiritual grass in the trial of Zixiao Palace, with this nine-color pansy, it is not impossible to be favored by the first seat of the six peaks, this Yu Heng was not moved, and put it into his arms as if it was a normal thing, which he never expected。

After a long time, the chubby young man was grateful: "Brother Dao, don't forget it." ”

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