The closer you get to the end, the brighter the light. Ling Xiaoyao pointed at a bulge on the cave wall with two fingers, and used this as a fulcrum to drive his whole body through between the three knife wires and landed lightly. There was a door at the end of the cavern, and the figure of a woman stood there.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, her face was extremely delicate, she had a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be flowing with waves, her body was slender, and she was wearing the typical costume of a warrior, and she was looking at her with a smile at this time.

As Ling Xiaoyao passed through the passage, the lights on the cave wall behind her also dimmed. Leng Moxi vaguely saw a woman in red appear at the end, and then the lights went out, and the figures of the two disappeared at the same time.

"Xiao ......!" An unfamiliar aura appeared behind him without warning, making Leng Moxi instinctively feel a huge danger. He reflexively drew his sword, but was easily dodged by someone who came.

In this case, his spirit was already highly concentrated, and he was able to suddenly appear around him without him noticing, and his sword could be easily dodged......

"Housheng, I don't know this sword, where did you come from?"

Ling Xiaoyao opened his eyes. It is a simple stone room, and the faint sound of water comes from outside the door, like a waterfall. The feeling just now was completely different from the spatial movement, even though she hadn't done anything, she felt that her whole body was under tremendous pressure on her musculoskeletal body, and every time she moved, it was several times more difficult than before.

"The little girl is awake?" The gentle voice belonging to the woman sounded, which directly shocked Ling Xiaoyao's whole body.

Knowing that it was useless to use any schemes, she simply sat up slowly, looking at the woman who had brought her here with deep well-like eyes.

"Don't be surprised, don't be wary, I'm not going to say it or ask questions. Originally, I just fell in love with your martial arts talent, and I knew you were a girl when I touched your bones. Saying that, she sighed as if she regretted, "I thought it was fate to be able to see a boy with such flexibility beyond the limit after so many years, and I wanted to accept him as an apprentice, but I didn't expect it to be a woman." ”

Ling Xiaoyao: "......"

Touching the bones? Isn't this a trick of the flower family? Is this senior a member of the Hua family?

The woman continued: "I am Hua Xiangwan, you should know the honorific title given to me by the descendants, Xiangwan Shenzun, my husband Minglang, Langri Shenzun, the sword of the child who walked with you is not known, it is the name I took.

I know your identity when I see your clothes, the Ling family, since I was a child, I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and it seems that I am a young lady of the lineage. ”

Ling Xiao was silent. She knows that the flowers are late and bright. They are the same era as Ling Yuechen's ancestor of the martial arts god rank powerhouse, Hua Xiangwan came from the Hua family, and Ming Lang is a commoner, the two broke through to become gods together after they became husband and wife, but because martial arts is not a spiritual way, the god level cannot achieve immortality, so the two of them still passed away after more than four hundred years.

Hua Xiangwan's martial arts are similar to Ling Yuechen's jiu-jitsu, because of the woman's body, more attention is paid to speed and flexibility, and the brightness comes from the bottom, and the swordsmanship is sparse but the needle is not leaky.

Could it be that this is the inheritance place of the two gods? Ling Xiaoyao shook his head and shook the doubt out. With these two here, who can say that it is his martial arts that are inherited here?

She adjusted her body to adapt to the sudden change in the environment, leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, and knelt down on one knee to salute: "Junior Ling Xiaoyao has seen Xiang Wan Shenzun. ”

Hua Xiangwan sighed: "Ah, I haven't heard a living person call me for thousands of years." ”

Ling Xiaoyao, who maintained a half-kneeling position: "......"

Hua Xiangwan pulled over the chair and sat in front of her, stilted Erlang's legs, and brought another cup of tea: "Don't get up first, toast the tea and get up again." ”

Ling Xiaoyao looked up in shock: "What do you mean..."

"If your habits haven't changed, you can worship a master in each martial arts and spiritual path in your life, you are the descendant of the Ling family, you shouldn't have apprenticed yet, right? Am I not qualified to be your martial arts master? ”。

Naturally, there is. Ling Xiaoyao replied in his heart. The achievements in martial arts have not been matched by anyone in the past 10,000 years. She put down her other leg, knelt on both knees, took the tea and bowed her head respectfully, "Please Master drink tea." ”