Shoes.

Collect the umbrella.

Sit cross-legged.

Just like a guest who came to chat, Yue Yuan's movements seemed very casual, but the words that came out of his mouth showed a burst of blood.

Prove the sword!

That's what I'm here for.

As soon as he lifted his white robe, Yue Yuan was already sitting peacefully in front of Shi Long, his eyes were level, but there was no expression on his face, just staring at each other so lightly.

“……”

This feeling!

This kind of behavior!

Shi Long's eyebrows were already furrowed involuntarily.

The movements were chic and casual, but there was Su Leng in his bones, which made Shi Long confirm the guess in his heart again.

"Son-in-law!"

His gaze withdrew from the other party's face, but Zuihou fell on the other party's three-foot green blade that was lying across his knees. This sword looked ordinary, not a divine weapon, but the most ordinary goods that had been purchased at the blacksmith for a few taels of silver.

But in Shi Long's eyes, it was such an extremely ordinary iron sword, but it inexplicably brought him a lot of pressure.

Especially in his impression, the temperament of the person in front of him is as complex as that of the evil king Shi Zhixuan, or even more, this pressure becomes more and more intense under this thought.

Bad!

As an innate master, Shi Long naturally sensed the change in his mood. It turned out that in just two short sentences, he inexplicably fell into a disadvantage, and this discovery shocked him. Taking a deep breath slightly, Shi Long restrained the emotion in his heart.

To his surprise, the man in white in front of him had no intention of making a move, but instead withdrew his gaze and landed on the bowl of tea soup on the stool.

With his eyes slightly condensed, Shi Long continued to look at Yue Yuan in front of him again, and after this look, he found that the skill of the man in front of him did not seem to be high, it was very ordinary, as if he only needed one or two moves to defeat the other party.

But this feeling did make Shi Long's heart more and more vigilant. Because of his intuition, the ordinary three-foot green blade on the opponent's knee is extremely lethal.

This is a telepathy that belongs to the unique innate master.

"Your Excellency, are you the number one master in Yangzhou?"

Yue Yuan doesn't like tea soup, he still likes to drink tea, not these tea soups with other things added. When his gaze was withdrawn from the tea, which was like milk, Yue Yuan asked.

"Yes!"

"I'm the number one master in Yangzhou!"

As a master, a congenital master. The title that belongs to you should have the corresponding shoulders to bear. Therefore, even if the current Shi Long has been greatly affected in the central realm of comprehending the Immortal Technique, he can still pat his chest and say that he is the number one master in Yangzhou.

Even in the face of those long-famous cross-river dragons, he can still say this sentence in Yangzhou.

"Oh!"

Nodding. Originally, Yue Yuan would have thought that Shi Long would humbly deny it, but such a direct admission made him a little surprised. From this point of view, although most of the thoughts of the No. 1 master in Yangzhou in front of him have fallen into the elixir of longevity, the master still has the bearing.

At this point, Yue Yuan was very satisfied with the first person to become the object of his own sword test.

"So ......"

After pondering for a long time, Yue Yuan's right hand had already begun to caress the hilt of the sword lying across his knees, and with the gentle movement of his fingers, he was already ready to make a move: "The Immortal Recipe is also in Your Excellency's hands now?" ”

The recipe for longevity!

There was a sudden shock in my heart. Shi Long had just risen to the feeling that the words of the person in front of him were like swords, and he saw that his eyes suddenly turned white, and a cold light flashed.

But Yue Yuan has already made a move!

The inner strength is vigorous, and the energy is flying.

The stool shattered. And the bowl of milky white tea soup was shocked and flew into the air.

And at the same time.

The stone dragon was already slapping the ground with both palms, and with the help of the rebound, the man had already floated backwards.

It was only then that the sound of the sword unsheathed echoed through the hall.

People retreat.

Sword chase.

Yue Yuan stabbed straight at the throat of the stone dragon as if he was being carried by the long sword.

The air was as hot as the burning iron, and the whole hall was filled with a peculiar smell of iron.

A stone dragon floating back in mid-air. His face was already flushed, his eyes were staring at the tip of the sword that was only three inches away from his throat, and almost all of his body's protective energy surged in front of him. The friction between the tip of the sword and the strength of the sword made it have a red-hot illusion.

What a fast sword!

This was the only thought that rose in Shi Long's heart.

If not just met. In his heart, he was wary of the person in front of him, his strength was faintly running, and his body protection strength was all over his body, otherwise he would have died under this sword.

Terrible swords, even more terrible people.

"Not bad!"

A sound of admiration came to my ears.

As the white clothes flew away, Yue Yuan's sword momentum changed, becoming ethereal like a cloud.

"Humph!"

Snorted coldly, pressing so tightly, Shi Long had no idea of escaping at all. Once he had this thought, in the face of such a sword, Shi Long was really not sure that he would be able to escape his life. On the contrary, it is better to fight hard and use your own skills to confront, and maybe you can still gain the upper hand.

His mind turned, and at the same time that Yue Yuan's sword momentum changed, Shi Long's famous move to push the mountain palm had already been shot.

……

When Yue Yuan stepped into the hall, the martial arts students who were outside did not follow, but only surrounded the hall from a distance.

Those kind of people, they don't dare to face.

In their opinion, their master, Shi Long, the number one master in Yangzhou, was naturally able to take down this man in white with a white paper umbrella.

It was only a moment later that everyone heard the muffled sound in the hall, apparently a collision of energy.

Among them, a person standing at the gate was already dumbfounded, but then the energy that came out of it had already knocked this person away, and the person was already drenched in blood in mid-air, which was caused by Shi Long's famous martial arts pushing the mountain palm.

However.

The stone dragon in the hall was already covered with sweat on his forehead unconsciously, the sword momentum of the person in front of him was too ethereal, and his own moves could not block the other party at all, but he needed to carry an internal force to block the opponent's sudden attack.

And that's not all.

Before I knew it, the slightest mist in the hazy drizzle outside seemed to be attracted to something. It has turned into a thread and is constantly pouring towards the hall.

It was fine at first, but when Shi Long sensed that something was wrong, the entire hall was already covered with white mist.

And the man in white who danced his sword in this mist was like dancing in the sea of clouds.

The mist fluctuated endlessly, and Yue Yuan in the middle was the sword momentum becoming more and more ethereal, and more and more beautiful.

However, the stone dragon who was also in the mist did not have any intention of escaping, and at this moment, he did not want to leave through the tunnel, because there was pressure from all directions in this hazy mist. It seemed that the whole body had fallen into the opponent's sword momentum, and there was no way to escape at all, except for hard blocking.

“……”

The cold sweat on his forehead is getting more and more. The shock in Shi Long's heart can be imagined. The swordsmanship of this young man named Yue Yuan in front of him was definitely the realm of a grandmaster, and he had already felt it in the confrontation just now. And in this situation, the white mist around is getting thicker and thicker, although it is beautiful, it has reached the most dangerous time.

"Ahh

With an angry roar, his body power was completely operational, and his body's strength became more and more vigorous, and in the white mist, the white mist was slowly brought up, forming a white spherical air cover visible to the naked eye, enveloping the stone dragon in it.

Shi Long regretted it!

regretted not fleeing from the beginning, and wondered how Yujian could be such a person?

Could it be that the other party is also here for the recipe for longevity?

But there are not many people who know this secret of longevity!

Not to mention how Shi Long thought about these questions in his heart, these thoughts were just fleeting. At the moment, his greatest concern was to guard against the attack of the young man in front of him, and now his greatest wish was to save his life.

"As long as I can escape this time, then I will definitely live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and I will never come out without understanding!"

In my heart, because of this crisis, I have already made a decision. As soon as he thought of this, Shi Long squeezed his own potential even more, and his body of power continued to surge towards the strength of the body. Intuitively, he felt that with his current body protection strength, he was estimated to be able to take over a move from the three great grandmasters.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. A lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

An inexplicable burst of white mist rose from the crisp sound of the leaf flute, and the tune was sad. People can't help but cast a layer of resentment on their hearts.

When Shi Long heard this tune, he was not stunned or surprised, but he saw that the white mist in front of him had completely changed. A pair of eyes were wide open, and Shi Long couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"It can't be!"

Angry eyes widened.

The scene in front of him was completely beyond Shi Long's imagination, what kind of swordsmanship is this? How can there be such swordsmanship in the world?

What did he see?

He saw the ascending fairy.

Unable to guard against it, unable to stop it, Shi Long could only watch the other party look at his talisman as if it were nothing, and came to his side lightly.

Then a move!

Boom!

The clothes on the back were torn apart, and on the exposed skin of the splinter was a jet-black palm print, a woman's slap print.

"Ahh

Blood spurted out of his mouth, the air shield shattered, and the whole person flew upside down and smashed to the floor. And the longevity secret in Shi Long's arms was also picked out under this trick.

Half a day.

The white mist cleared.

Yue Yuan stood with his sword in his hand, standing there in a daze, his eyes a little distracted.

Stretching out his left hand lightly, he took the elixir that had fallen, and at the same time, the long sword on his right hand stretched out lightly to catch the tea bowl that had been shaken into the air from the beginning of the confrontation.

"What is this sword technique called?"

Although the stone dragon lying on the ground was seriously injured, it was not to the point of death, because Yue Yuan was distracted in the middle of the way, and his attention was not on the stone dragon's body, so the stone dragon could be regarded as picking up a life. It's just that Shi Long's face is already dark at the moment, and he obviously looks like he has been poisoned.

But even so, Shi Long's eyes were still wide open, and he was extremely shocked by the sword technique just now.

"Flying Immortals!"

The name of the trick was pronounced in a peculiar tone. Yue Yuan's distracted gaze was withdrawn from the mist that had already dissipated. I didn't even look at the longevity formula in my hand, and I put it in my arms casually. At the same time, the tea bowl on the tip of the sword was placed on the ground.

Then the sword was put into its sheath.

Turned around and walked to the door, put on shoes, and took an umbrella.

The white paper umbrella slowly opened, and Yue Yuan walked outside under the gaze of everyone outside, stepping into the smoke and rain again.

"I'm not going to kill you this time!"

"But I need you to be my swordbearer!"

When the words fell, Yue Yuan was already completely submerged in the drizzle.

Unlike when he came, he seemed to have something more on him at this time. (To be continued......)

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