In a few breaths, Murong Yu, who had a blue nose and swollen face and was covered in mud, limped into the lobby with his subordinates, and saw that he was beaten by a few martial artists who guarded the door not long ago.

"Oh. Nan Lingyue looked at Murong Yu, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the laughter like a silver bell echoed in everyone's ears: "This is too ruthless, hitting people in the face doesn't give face! Come on, come on, sit down, let Miss Ben take a good look." ”

Dean Shi shook his head: "It's good that you can still walk around with a few gold medal martial artists." After saying that, he got up and exercised, and in an instant, the blue mang on the palm of his hand was faint, and he stroked towards Murong Yu, and the redness and swelling of the injury where the blue mang passed disappeared immediately.

Murong Yu, who had been beaten all over his body, suddenly felt that those wounds were a lot cooler, he recognized Dean Shi, and as soon as he sat down, he hurriedly got up to salute, and Dean Shi held him down: "Don't worry, it's not okay yet." ”

After a while, Murong Yu, who was relaxed, stretched his muscles and bones, and was surprised to see that the injuries on his body were not painful at all, and touched the red and swollen places on his face, which was also recovered at this time, and got up again and saluted Dean Shi: "Dean Xie Shi!"

"Hehe, you are such a good seedling, and now you have a promising future to change to the Yuan Medical Department and study hard with me, think about it?" Dean Shi smiled and sat back to continue drinking.

"This ......" Murong Yu was a little embarrassed, but his revenge for killing his father in Jingbing was avenged no matter what, and he was embarrassed to do something else before that.

"Alas, jokes, just take care of it yourself. Of course, Dean Shi understood his dilemma.

At this time, Nan Lingyun spoke: "You are Murong Yu, you are Murong Hu's son?"

Hearing this, Murong Yu was not ambiguous at all, and hurriedly turned to Nan Lingyun and saluted: "Yes!"

"I know all about him, and I'm sad, mourning. ”

"......," Murong Yu bowed his head and did not answer.

"Like, it's like, you are seventeen or eighteen this year, exactly the same as Xiaohu when he was young, the arrogance in his eyes that can't be hidden, full of enthusiasm and jealousy, a lot of momentum, your father was more domineering than you. Nan Lingyun pondered for a moment, and then said: "It's so late to find me in a hurry, it must have taken a lot of effort to get from the outer city to this inner city, what is the matter?"

Murong Yu didn't rush to tell Bai Jin and Bai Li'er about it: "Originally, my father specially explained that if I can see you in Dongxi City one day, I will definitely show the seventh sword of the Taiyu Cangjie Sword Technique taught to me. ”

"Taiyu Boundless Sword...... Seven Styles...... That's it......" After listening to Murong Yu's words, Nan Lingyun was distracted again, and his thoughts were thousands, and Dean Shi, who had dealt with him for decades, understood that he was reminiscing about the past again.

"Brother Lingyun, isn't your Taiyu Cangjie Sword only six moves, and this seventh sword is?"

“...... This is a long story, the Taiyu Cangjie Sword Technique, not my originality, it was obtained by chance when I was young when I traveled abroad......"

As he spoke, the old man stroked his long beard and recalled his old days.

"I was nineteen years old that year, just stepped into the realm of bronze medal martial arts, once found an ancient battlefield in the extreme north of the Asian and Western Asian continents, and accidentally got the "Taiyu Cangjie" under the remains of an ancient power, this is a book of mental methods, but it records the infinite mystery of learning the mental method and applying it to weapons, because there is only one example of swordsmanship, and the above six strokes of swordsmanship are called Taiyu Cangjie swordsmanship, and then the strength has risen sharply and slowly has come out of the way today......"

After speaking, Nan Lingyun was stunned and looked at Murong Yu: "That swordsmanship only recorded six moves, and then all of them were blank, now I think maybe that great power was seriously injured and knew that time was running out, and in the last few moments, he scribbled this wonderful technique but fell before he finished writing, and I relied on this stunt to achieve something arrogant, and then I met his father Murong Hu......"

Speaking of Murong Hu, Nan Lingyun couldn't stop feeling sorry in his eyes: "I was almost fifty years old that year, and I knew that I was afraid that in this life, it would be difficult to stop the Martial Sect and break through the Martial King Realm to live forever, and I wanted to accept disciples to pass on my exercises, many people came to the door, and I myself found many people, and no one could learn a little bit of the Taiyu Cangjie Exercises, until Murong Hu appeared...... Gifted and intelligent, peerless Tianjiao, at the bottom of which he was definitely not inferior to any arrogant son in the mainland at that time, not only learned the exercises, but also learned all the six swords of the Taiyu Cangjie in just a few months......"

Saying that, Nan Lingyun paused, raised his hand and pointed at Murong Yu: "Do you know, your father was only twenty-six that year, and he was already a bronze medal martial sect." ”

"What! impossible!" Murong Yu and Nan Lingyue both exclaimed in surprise.

Nan Lingyue didn't believe this kind of words: "At the age of twenty-six, you have already stepped into the realm of the Martial Sect, and grandpa, you only won the silver medal of the Martial Sect more than ten years ago!

"My father was only a gold medal martial artist when he was alive, and although he taught me a lot of exquisite swordsmanship, I never heard him mention these things......"

Nan Lingyun and Dean Shi met and smiled bitterly, and only after a while did they continue: "Yes, it's hard to believe, in today's world, where there are many proud talents in the mainland, you are still surprised to hear it, why didn't I do it back then? It's just that your father made a private agreement with a woman for life at that time, and he quarreled with me and parted ways to abolish his martial arts, and later I heard that I went back to the village to live an ordinary life, although I inquired, but the estrangement for so many years is difficult to estrange, so I never saw each other again, you said that Murong Hu was a gold medal martial artist before his death, hehe...... He abolished his martial arts by himself, without any cultivation resources, and he could still cultivate from scratch in such a rural village to a martial level that is difficult for most people to reach, which is proof of his talent!"

When the words fell, except for Dean Shi's sigh and being able to raise a glass and drink, Murong Yu and Nan Lingyue were both stunned.

Murong Yu never thought that his father would have so many twists and turns in the past.

"Even today, I am angry to learn that your father is no longer alive, and if he is here today, I will still quarrel with him...... It's not that I have a small heart, and he was the only one who was able to learn this exercise at that time, and his character and strength met my requirements for the future heir, but he lived up to my expectations, and since then I have no longer heard of the world, no longer accepted disciples, and no longer have any illusions about this divine inheritance......"

After speaking, Nan Lingyun sighed: "I didn't expect that the second one who can use the Taiyu Cangjie Sword is actually his son, just now you said, he specially asked you to show the seventh sword, come on! Let the old man see, what did I realize from this unfilial piety!"

Murong Yu nodded and left the table, got up and saluted: "The juniors are in a hurry, please borrow a sword." ”

The old sword saint nodded, waved the long sleeve of his left hand, took out a treasure bag, and reached in to take out a long sword.

Murong Yu had heard his father talk about this treasure, and the legend was that there was unlimited space inside, which could store all kinds of treasures, valuables that only those Tianjiao masters could have.

"Grandpa! Isn't this the Donghuang Guiru Sword! I won't be allowed to touch it before, so you can take it out and let others use it casually!" Nan Lingyue saw the long sword that her grandfather took out, and she felt a little uneven, and couldn't help but be coquettish.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see this sword see the light of day again!" Dean Shi forgot to drink half of the wine raised by the Eastern Emperor Guixu Sword, and let the juice in the cup drip on his robe, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Boy, this sword was originally passed down to your father, and today, I will make an exception for you to use him!"

Nan Lingyun's expression was solemn:

"But...... I agree with you to use it, but the sword doesn't recognize you, and then, let's see if you're qualified!"

After finishing speaking, his wrist exerted a slight force, and the sword sheath shot straight at Murong Yu.

"Hmm!"

Murong Yu's eyes flashed with essence, he turned sideways slightly, the sword body passed over his chest, and he instantly caught it, and retreated a few steps before stopping in the empty courtyard outside the hall.

"This is the power of the Sword Saint, just such a casual force has such power!" Murong Yu was surprised in his heart and raised this divine sword high.

In an instant, the night sky was thundered and oppressed, and through the flash of thunder, he carefully rubbed this artifact.

The sword body and the scabbard are three feet long, the scabbard is dark and deep and bright, and there is no pattern like obsidian, which seems to be simple but extraordinary at a glance.

Just holding it in his hand like this made Murong Yu have the illusion of holding the Heavenly Harmony.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Yu slowly raised his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, his expression was solemn and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and the yuan power of his whole body began to faintly appear.

"Give it to me!"

With an angry roar, the Yuan Force in his body poured out like a river embankment in an instant, and the three people in the hall watched intently.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting that just the martial rank of a samurai can burst out with such a deep yuan power. Nan Lingyue glanced sideways slightly.

"Haha!Lao Nan!After several decades, can you see this sword unsheathed today!?hahaha!" Dean Shi looked at Murong Yu, who was constantly drawing his sword from Yuan Li, and asked without looking back.

"Hmph...... Then it depends on providence. ”

"You say providence ......"

"Come, let the old man see, apart from Murong Hu and me, is there anyone who can get its approval!" Nan Lingyun's expression was also solemn and solemn: "Let me see! Boy, do you have the same talent as your father......!"

"The first sword in the world!"