In an instant, the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand became several times larger, and the seven small swords hanging on it clanged, and the runes on the sword body flowed, and the aura of Haoran slowly spread around.

When the old man looked at the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, his eyes couldn't help but light up, his body trembled slightly, and he blurted out: "Maoshan Seven-Star Sword!" How do you have this sword, and who are you? ”

"You don't tell me who you are, why should I tell you?" Ge Yu shook the sword in his hand slightly, pointing at the old man.

"The person who can hold the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword must have a great background, it seems that the old man has encountered a hard stubble today. Perhaps, in this way, you are not a small role, originally the old man felt that you were not worthy of knowing the name of the old man, for the sake of this Maoshan Seven Star Sword, let you die to understand. ”

Speaking of this, the old man paused, and said with a smile: "Boy, you can listen well, the old man is nicknamed Uncle Bei Hell Ghost!" How's it going, are you scared? If you're afraid, kneel on the ground and kowtow and beg for mercy, maybe I can spare your dog's life. ”

"I'm sorry, I really haven't heard of any Uncle Bei Hell, so I'm lonely and unheard." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? You don't even know the name of the old man, how did you come out and mix? The Northern Ghost Uncle suddenly said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know, I haven't heard of it." Ge Yu sneered.

Ge Yu is telling the truth, in addition to the particularly famous masters in the rivers and lakes, Ge Yu has heard of it, such as Jiuyanghua Li Bai and others, but this Northern Ghost Uncle, Ge Yu is unheard of, just like what Shancheng Shuangsha encountered in the mountain city at the beginning, so Ge Yu didn't mean to be angry with the old man, he really didn't know.

Finally, the Northern Ghost Uncle suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, the old man has already reported his name, it's time to tell me who you are, right?" ”

"Ge Yu, a disciple of the real person in Xiamao Mountain, is called Long Yan." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? So young? Dusty real people......" The Northern Ghost Uncle's eyes widened and said incredulously.

Whenever Ge Yu reported his name, most of the other party didn't believe it, mainly because the old people of the master Chenyuan Zhenren were a hundred or dozens of years old, and most of the cultivators on the rivers and lakes knew that the Zhenren of Chenyuan was his apprentice, and there were some seventy or eighty-year-old brothers in Longhua, and no one would have thought that Chenyuan Zhenren had accepted such a closed disciple as Ge Yu, and he only accepted it after he was 100 years old.

Moreover, the actions of the real people of the dust yuan have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and even the people of the Wanluo Sect have no trace of this matter, let alone other people, so above the rivers and lakes, most of the cultivators do not know about the real people of the dust yuan and Ge Yu, a closed disciple.

Although the Northern Ghost Uncle was full of suspicions, when he saw the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, he had seven or eight points of faith, after all, this is Maoshan's holy weapon, not everyone can take it, only the last master of Maoshan has the right to decide which apprentice to give this sword to.

Maoshan's Sect Leader Dragon and Tiger Zhenren is a lot older, and he didn't take this Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, that is to say, the Chenyuan Zhenren intends to give the next Sect Leader position to the kid in front of him, because the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword can only be used by the Sect Leader.

Now that he knew that Ge Yu was from Maoshan and was also the apprentice of the real person of the earth, the Northern Ghost Uncle felt a little jealous in his heart.

The people of Maoshan are not easy to provoke, they are the largest sect in the world, if they offend them, the consequences are unimaginable, that is, those old guys in the Maoshan Torture Hall, they can't resist themselves.

But after thinking about it, he killed Ge Yu and all the people present today, who knows?

Thinking of this, the Northern Ghost Uncle smiled and said: "Maoshan boy, you know the rules of the rivers and lakes, break the law circle, this is a mortal enemy, you met me today, you are unlucky!" ”

"Cult demons, using the magic circle to harm people's lives is like a rat crossing the street, everyone will be punished, breaking your magic circle is secondary, and taking your life is the key." Ge Yu is colorful.

"Huangkou child, what a big breath, suffer death!" As he spoke, the Northern Ghost Uncle waved two short knives, and in a flash, he arrived at Ge Yu's side, and the two double knives rushed towards Ge Yu's body as fast as lightning!

This person's sword skills are proficient, he has almost entered the transformation realm, and his strength is very strong, as soon as Ge Yu fights with him, he feels a huge pressure, forcing himself to practice and retreat.

As I expected, this person's cultivation is above himself.

Master Na Han, who was standing on the side, saw Ge Yu fighting with the Northern Ghost Uncle, and after taking a few breaths, he immediately waved the folding fan in his hand, walked towards the Northern Ghost Uncle, and said loudly: "Master...... I'll help you ......."

However, a duel like this kind of master, with Master Han's level, can't make up at all, and besides, Master Han was slapped heavily by the Northern Ghost Uncle, and he was already seriously injured, so he couldn't help much at this time.

Just when Master Han was swaying towards Uncle Beiming, suddenly, more than a dozen people rushed out of nowhere, and quickly rushed towards them, all of them were carrying bright big knives in their hands, and each of them was wearing black night clothes, and they all looked like cultivators with good means.

When Master Han saw the dozen or so masters rushing over, he immediately paused in fright, thinking that this time he was dead, it turned out that Uncle Bei Ming still had helpers.

In fact, when the two of them went to chase Uncle Bei Ying just now, a group of people kidnapped He Weidao and the Ling family's father and son, and these people must have done it.

In his own situation, how could he deal with more than a dozen cultivators, but now it's too late to run.

"Let's fight." As soon as Master Han gritted his teeth, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, pouring spiritual power into it, and countless pink plum blossom petals suddenly flew out from the fan, flying towards the dozen or so people with machetes.

As soon as those plum blossoms floated out, they all turned into murderous weapons, bursting out like blades.

Those people who originally rushed towards Ge Yu immediately stopped, and immediately someone threw out a few talismans, turning into a gang qi barrier, blocking in front of everyone, and those petals all hit the gang qi barrier, banging.

"He's injured, let's kill him first." Some of the black-clothed people pointed towards Master Han's side, and the dozen or so black-clothed people suddenly rushed towards Master Han's side.