Jiang Yi and Ling Xueyan rode slowly, talking from time to time, and slowly left Pomegranate Town.

A day later, the two arrived at Mingjian Villa.

Outside the gate of the villa, Jiang Yi and the two turned over and dismounted, and after tying the horse, they walked to the door and reported their names.

As soon as the young man guarding the door heard Jiang Yi's name, his face changed in fright, obviously he had heard that the owner Yi Jifeng was defeated by Jiang Yi. He didn't dare to slack off, and carefully took the two to the main hall of the villa, invited the two to sit down, and arranged tea.

Then, I ran to the backyard in a panic to report.

After about half a pillar of incense, the young man guarding the door pushed a wheelchair into the main hall. Sitting in a wheelchair was an old man with a white beard and an ancient face, who was Yi Yun, the old owner of Mingjian Villa.

Yi Yun waved his hand to the young man behind him and commanded:

"You stand down first."

"Yes."

The young man bowed and exited the hall.

Then, Yi Yun glanced Jiang Yi up and down with an old but sharp gaze, and stopped for a moment on Jiang Yi's right hand and the black feather knife on his waist before bowing his head slightly and praised:

"Jiang Gongzi is really powerful and compelling, no wonder he can defeat my unsuccessful grandson."

Jiang Yi clenched his fists and said modestly:

"The old farmer has won the prize."

Yi Yun glanced at the desperation in Ling Xueyan's arms, and then said in a deep voice:

"You came to the Famous Sword Villa today, probably to ask for the other seven swords and the Eight Styles of the Famous Sword Method, right?"

When the words fell, Yi Yun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly sank, looking extremely dignified.

A chilling sword intent permeated, and the sharp edge was imminent, making people feel chills in their backs.

Jiang Yi smiled lightly, as if he didn't feel the slightest pressure, and said softly:

"That's right, I'm here for this, I think Yi Jifeng has already told the old owner about his gambling contract with me."

Seeing that Jiang Yi was neither humble nor arrogant, the awe-inspiring momentum condensed on Yi Yun's body suddenly dispersed, and the atmosphere in the hall returned to peace, and he sighed faintly:

"If Jifeng can have your bearing, I won't have to worry about the future of the villa."

Yi Yun shook his head as he spoke, obviously a little disappointed in Yi Jifeng.

In his heart, the best heir of Mingjian Villa is still Yi Tianxing, but it is a pity that Yi Tianxing advocates love and is free and easy, and he is unwilling to return to the villa and be bound.

After a long time, Yi Yun retracted the melancholy in his heart, turned his wheelchair and walked out of the hall, while saying:

"Come with me, I'll take you to fetch your sword."

Jiang Yi thought that there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that Yi Yun had no intention of repaying the debt at all, and was really ready to give him the sword and mental method.

He and Ling Xueyan followed behind the wheelchair, walked around the villa for a while, and then entered an underground stone chamber.

Yi Yun pointed to a stone platform in the stone room:

"The other seven swords are here, go get them yourself."

Jiang Yi raised his eyes and saw seven swords floating in the air above the stone platform.

Purple electricity, Qingming, white jade, Xuanwu, Mu Tie......

These swords have different shapes and different qualities: heavy, light, sharp, and sorcering.

Jiang Yi slowly approached the stone platform, and could keenly sense that there was a powerful sword aura circulating around the seven swords.

If an ordinary martial arts master, or even a first-class realm master, wants to touch the sword, I am afraid that he will be injured by this powerful sword qi.

He didn't hold it up, condensed his internal force in his right hand, and cautiously grabbed towards a huge and heavy long sword in front of him.

Without waiting for Jiang Yi's palm to approach, the long sword suddenly shook, and a sword qi gushed out like a stormy wave, crashing into Jiang Yi's hand.

Jiang Yi turned the golden bell jar, and a faint golden luster appeared on his arm.

Boom Boom!

The sword qi collided with Jiang Yi's palm, making a thunderous explosion, and a layer of white ripples rippled in the air.

Jiang Yi's palm passed through the fierce sword qi unscathed, slowly grasped the hilt, and then violently exerted force, taking down the heavy long sword from the stone platform.

Boom!

Jiang Yi inserted the Xuanwu sword weighing more than 100 catties into the ground next to him, and then took down the remaining swords on the stone platform one by one and inserted them into a row on the ground beside him.

Jiang Yi, who has read the original book, of course knows that there is actually a glass sword hidden in the stone platform, but Jiang Yi's main purpose in holding some swords is to assist him in comprehending the eight styles of famous swords, so he didn't care about the glass sword.

Seeing that Jiang Yi easily took down the seven swords, Yi Yun said:

"If these eight swords are lost to you, it can be regarded as providence. After all, these swords were won back by the ancestors of our Yi family. ”

After a pause, Yi Yun continued:

"After he lost to you, he went to the Western Desert, looking for the princess, while sending the mood, if he can get out of the haze of this defeat, his strength will definitely improve, and when the time comes, he will go to you and win the sword back."

Jiang Yi didn't care about this, but said casually:

"That's probably not going to be easy."

Jiang Yi believed that the improvement speed of his cultivation would only be faster than Yi Jifeng.

Yi Yun just smiled:

"Perhaps, having an opponent like you is also a good thing for Jifeng."

As he spoke, he took out a cheatbook from his arms, shook it gently, and the cheatbook fell into Jiang Yi's hand:

"This is the mind of the Eight Styles of the Famous Sword."

Jiang Yi carefully took the cheats, looked through them briefly, and found that the swordsmanship and mental techniques recorded in it were extremely clever, and they couldn't be fake.

Yi Yun asked:

"I've heard Jifeng talk about your sword technique, which can be described as domineering and fierce, and extremely powerful. Why do you still covet the exercises of my famous Sword Villa? If you want to give up the sword technique and switch to the sword technique, I still advise you not to do it, because this is tantamount to abandoning the basics. ”

Jiang Yi didn't expect Yi Yun to kindly remind himself, so he couldn't help but reply:

"Don't worry, the old owner, I naturally understand that the knife technique is my foundation. Asking for the mental method of the Famous Sword Villa is just to use it as a stone for other mountains to improve my sword skills. ”

Yi Yun bowed slightly:

"I see. I heard that you once sneaked into the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion to steal the stunts, I think you want to integrate the strengths of each family and create your own knife technique.

Being able to learn from your predecessors and learn from others for your own use, it's no wonder that you have such amazing strength at a young age. ”

As he spoke, Yi Yun seemed to be tempted by something, his eyes became distant, and he said inexplicably:

"You remind me of a man, a terrible enemy."

Jiang Yi's heart moved and asked:

"What are you referring to by the seniors?"

Yi Yun glanced at Jiang Yi in surprise, and then nodded:

"I didn't expect you to hear of him too. I think you are destined to have a battle in the future, but now you are not his opponent, and you still need to continue to cultivate and improve your cultivation. ”

"Speaking of which, today, there are only two people who have hope of dealing with the King of Ease, one is Yi Tianxing."

Speaking of his rebellious second son, Yi Yun was both proud and resentful, his face was a little ugly, and then he stared at Jiang Yi with burning eyes, and continued:

"The second one, that's you."