Three days later, after the Ling family was buried, Yuan Ye left, and all the things in the Ling Mansion were naturally handled by Song Yuanqiao, the son-in-law of the Ling family.

As for the little girl Ling, Yuan Ye was also handed over to the Ling family according to Master Ling's last wish.

After leaving Shiyan Town, Yuan Ye turned to the direction of the old estuary, and what happened to Ling Fu this time was really tortuous and bizarre.

But it also made him understand that in fact, sometimes, the so-called chivalrous righteousness is not so righteous.

Of course, Yuan Ye is not such a hypocritical person, but he is a little depressed.

In a bad mood, Yuan Ye decided to change directions, first go to Laohekou, and then take a river boat along the Han River to Xiangyang.

It's not because there is anything special about Xiangyang, it's just because there was a special person in Xiangyang a hundred years ago.

After walking along the official road for two days, the field arrived at the mouth of the old river, because there is a river bay here, and a wharf was built in the river bay, so there are often merchants and pedestrians from the south to the north to settle down and rest here.

Over time, this old estuary built a small bazaar, and when you walk into the bazaar, you will find a small inn in the town.

After dinner, I washed my feet and was about to go to bed, when I suddenly heard a commotion in the store, and a group of people came to stay overnight.

It is located on the edge of the Han River, and there are many merchants coming and going from the south to the north, and the wilderness is not strange.

But after a while, he heard that those people were talking about the northwest, and they were full of energy, obviously practicing their families.

Feeling strange in his heart, Yuan Ye probe looked out of the door, and saw that this group of people were all with knives, with relieved figures, dressed in black, and they were all good at the rivers and lakes.

After just one glance, Yuan Ye went back to bed and lay down to sleep, as for who these people were, and what purpose they came here, he didn't bother to care.

After a not-so-successful chivalrous campaign, he is now a little disheartened in the wilderness, and plans to wander around for a while before talking.

Unexpectedly, when the field fell asleep in a daze, he suddenly heard a Y array conversation from the next room.

The voice was the same as the group of people who had come to stay there not long ago, and only one of them heard a man say, "Where did you say the two commanders have gone?" ”

Another person said: "That's right, Xia Qing and Xia Yang both disappeared in Xiangyang, and they left a letter saying that they would come back in three days at most, but now it's nine days."

Another said, "Yes! It's really strange, we found this old estuary all the way from Xiangyang, and there was no trace. ”

At first, the man suddenly said: "Alas, you said that the two commanders will not go to Wudang Mountain!" ”

"you, how is it possible, there is Zhang Zhenren in the Wudang faction, how can the two commanders go to find death,"

"It is"

"But we are further ahead of Wudang Mountain, and we can't find two commanders, how can we explain to the Bat King,"

"Alas, there is no way, let it be fate!"

“…………！”

At first, when he heard the words of these people, Yuan Ye didn't pay attention to it, but later he heard "Xia Qing, Xia Yang" and aroused his interest.

In the end, what these people said about the "Bat King", Yuan Ye finally determined, these people are all people from the Ming Sect.

"No wonder these people all have a northwest accent, and they are all good martial arts players, if they are from the Ming Sect, it is not strange", Yuan Yuan thought to himself.

"Did the Blue Winged Bat King Wei smile? It's an interesting person", in the dark night, a pair of fields already shining with a breathtaking light, muttered to himself.

The next day, several Mingjiao disciples went to bed together, and suddenly found that there was an extra piece of paper at the head of the bed, and one of them carefully wrapped his hands in a cloth, took the paper and looked at it, and his face changed greatly after seeing it.

After a while, these people, a carrier pigeon, flew out of the old estuary lodging inn and flew north in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, when I left the market town and came to the Hanshui River, I stopped at a shack tavern built on the side of the road at midnight.

After choosing a random table and eating a bowl of somen noodles, Yuan Ye sat in the tavern and watched the rolling rivers and mountains in front of him.

The old man in the tavern saw that he was gorgeously dressed, his temperament was dusty, and he was carrying a long sword, and he knew that he was from the martial arts, so he didn't dare to come over to ask.

This old man has been doing business by the Han River for many years, so he naturally knows that these people in the martial arts are the most difficult to mess with, and they will lose their lives if they are not careful.

Gradually, day by day, the tavern was full of people, and only the field sat alone at a table, neither talking to anyone nor leaving.

Gradually, the old man could see that he was waiting for someone.

When the sun was in the middle of the day, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the old man was bored leaning on the square table and dozing off, and suddenly, his eyes widened, and he saw a yellow smoke rising up from the dirt road in the distance, thinking about the small shop moving at great speed.

After a while, the yellow smoke moved outside the shop, and the old man looked at it and saw a man with a pale face and a white robe with blue stripes.

The man glanced at the old man with a pair of sharp eyes, and instantly frightened him into two tremblings, and then the man swept into the shack, and immediately locked his eyes on the young man who was facing away from him and still looking at the river intently.

"Little doll, did you kill Xia Qing and Xia Yang?" The man asked.

I didn't know that the young man had not heard of it, but quietly watched the waves in the river.

For a while,

Only then came a voice,

"Did the Blue Winged Bat King Wei smile? If you win me, I'll tell you. ”

Then the young man got up and stood up, looking at Wei quietly and smiling.

It turned out that the man who rushed here was none other than the Ming Sect Protector Dharma King, the Blue Winged Bat King, and Wei smiled.

Wei Yi smiled and saw that the young man was standing like that, but without the slightest flaw, he knew that this young man was definitely a top master.

At this time, worried about the safety of his disciples, Wei Yixiao didn't dare to delay any longer, and the peerless light skill was launched, and he rushed to the young man in a flash.

This blue-winged bat king Wei Yi rushed in front of him at such a terrifying speed, and at the same time, the cold aura in his palm rushed to his face, and ordinary people would never be able to react.

But after several years of hard work, he finally lived up to his time. The heart moved at will, like a conditioned reflex, the long sword in Yuan Ye's hand was instantly unsheathed, and the thirteen swords of Wudang Shenmen were used.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen swords had been stabbed out of the field, these thirteen moves, each move was different, but the stabbed place, all the swords were taken, and suddenly, there were thirteen sword shadows between the two, and the tips of the Dao sword shadows all pointed to the Shenmen acupoint of Wei Yixiao's hands and wrists.

Suddenly this change, Wei Yixiao suddenly fell into a dilemma, the Shenmen acupoint was at the end of the Rui bone behind the palm of his hand, if he didn't care about slapping it with both palms, although he could hit the Wudang disciple, but then he would inevitably hit the sword in both palms, and the palms would no longer be able to exert any strength. At that time, his strength will go straight to seventy percent, if the two palms of his chest cannot make the Wudang disciple lose his combat effectiveness, then he is afraid that he can only rely on light skills to flee in embarrassment.

With a move in his mind, Wei Yixiao was reluctant to choose such a lose-lose style of play.

A little on the ground on his toes, Wei Yixiao did not retreat backwards like ordinary people, but forcibly deviated two steps to the left, and ejected sideways, like a light smoke, and in an instant, he floated to the left of the field, and his palms flipped and hit the field again, but this time there was no cold air in his hands, and he couldn't use this cold palm at will.

He made up his mind that he would no longer fight head-on, but rely on his light skills to walk around the young man, waiting for opportunities to find flaws.

And after Yuan Ye blocked Wei Yixiao's first move, he finally came back to his senses, but he had just put away his sword and returned, and he still had to make any moves, only to see the green shadow flash, Wei Yixiao actually lost his trace again, and then the evil wind hit his left side.

Yuan Ye instantly understood, it turned out that Wei Yixiao was deceiving him out of sight, thinking that he was listening to the sound and distinguishing the position, and planned to rely on his light skills of coming and going without a trace, wandering around him silently, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Heh, you're paying attention", thinking clearly about the purpose of Wei Yixiao, Yuan Ye couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

It turned out that in order not to surprise outsiders with his white eyes, the field was always blindfolded with white cloth, but in order not to affect his daytime actions, he focused on cultivating spiritual power perception, and he had already cultivated his perception to the point that he could clearly observe the surroundings and would not affect his daily sitting and lying movements.

Wei Yixiao was already a difficult opponent to deal with, but now he knew his plan again, Yuan Ye finally decided not to keep his hand anymore, and his perception was fully opened in an instant, and immediately, Yuan Ye's body hundreds of meters around him had become a three-dimensional picture, which appeared in his mind.

At this time, Wei Yixiao had swept to his left less than a zhang away, his gray face was hidden, his eyes were like electricity, his body leaned slightly, his right hand was in front, and his left hand was on the side, obviously wanting to hit him on the waist with a palm and pat him on the back of the heart.

Now that he understood his intentions, the counterattack of the wilderness was also instantaneous. Immediately, the left hand was also slapped out, and the right palm of Wei Yixiao was struck with a shaking palm. At the same time, he held the sword in his right hand, stabbed out from behind his back, the sword body trembled and hissed, and it became like a long whip bending and spiraling forward, which was the Wudang stunt around the soft sword.

These two counterattacks in the field are equally fast and ruthless, if he hits Wei Yixiao with his left hand first, Wei Yixiao's right hand will definitely break the tendon and fracture. If the long sword in his right hand was wrapped around Wei Yixiao's left hand first, Wei Yixiao's left hand would be stirred into meat puree in an instant. Between the battles, life and death are decided in an instant, but there is no room for ruthlessness in the wilderness.

The palm wind blew on his face, Wei Yixiao's face changed greatly, and he flew back, at the same time, he was facing the spiral long sword that was stabbing at this time, but he could no longer make it move so chic sideways just now.

Swept out more than two feet, Wei Yi stepped into the air with a smile, folded behind the field again, flew with both palms, and hit hard. Yuan Ye knew that between the corridors in this court, he was so retreating like a god, tossing and turning, his light skills must not be as good as Wei Yixiao's. Therefore, he made up his mind to pay attention to the right work.

The fields firmly grasped the ground with their feet, and a set of finger and soft sword dances were impenetrable, and the sound of hissing was endless. No matter which direction Wei Yixiao swept from, he would face several spiral sword shadows, and it was really "a dog bites a hedgehog, and there is no way to put his mouth down".

Next, in the eyes of the old man hiding in the grass on the side of the road, he saw such a strange picture: a young man in white stood in the field and danced his sword by himself, the bent and trembling sword flickered left and right, up and down, dazzling and unexpected. The white clothes are fluttering, and the green silk is fluttering, which is really like a fairy sword dance.

And around the young man, a cyan shadow fluttered and flickered, and his shape was gone, only his shadow remained. Everyone watched it, as if the young man had a ghost attached to the long sword in his hand, dancing with the wind.

Looking at the picture like a fairy and a ghost, everyone couldn't help but be shocked, is there really such a terrifying martial art in the world?

After fighting hundreds of moves in a row, Wei Yixiao was never able to get close to Yuan Ye's body, and Yuan Ye was never able to stab him with a sword, and both of them couldn't help but be secretly anxious.

After forcing Wei Yixiao back again, Yuan Yuan thought to himself: "This Wei Yixiao is unparalleled in the world, but I can't spend it with him anymore, and I have to cheat him." ”

After thinking about it, Yuan Ye took a step forward in an instant, swept towards the oncoming Wei Yixiao, and handed out the long sword in his hand, and once again used the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate.

And Wei Yixiao opposite him had already made more than hundreds of moves, and Wu Zi couldn't force the Wudang disciple to show his flaws, and he was also anxious in his heart. Suddenly, he saw that the Wudang disciple's sword style changed, and he stabbed the sword forward, but his heart was empty, although he was afraid of fraud, but he also paid for it with his light skills, even if there was a bomb, he could calmly retreat. Therefore, he suddenly let out a low voice, his palm technique changed suddenly, and he slowed down when he made a move, but the palm power became more and more dignified and strong, and the cold air overflowed, showing that he used the cold ice palm again.

With his toes on the ground, Wei Yixiao instantly jumped up like a bat in the dark night, and in the air, a pigeon turned over and fell into the air behind the field, and the person was still in the air, so he took advantage of the power of the swoop, and the two cold hands slapped the heart of the field, but he avoided the heart of the field at the last moment, obviously unwilling to kill and provoke a strong enemy like Zhang Sanfeng for the Ming Sect.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, his complexion changed greatly, because when the Wudang disciple struck out these two palms, he also turned sideways in an instant, and the same two palms struck out, showing that he had also been accumulating strength for a long time.

Bang......!

In an instant, a pair of dry and purple hands like chicken feet and a pair of hands as white as jade slammed together, with a loud bang, the energy scattered, and the green striped cloak behind Wei Yixiao suddenly rose. Yuanye's long hair also fluttered in the wind. At the same time, because he was below, a powerful force came from his hand, and he was unloaded to the ground by the field in an instant, and the bluestone ground under his feet instantly shattered like a spider's web, and the rumbling smoke and dust were everywhere.

As soon as the palms of the two sides touched, in addition to the huge force, Yuan Ye Dengjue felt a cold aura penetrating through his skin and spreading straight to his chest, and in the blink of an eye, a thin layer of ice crystals formed on his two arms.

"It's a cold ice palm, it's really yin and cold, but I don't know how it compares to the Xuanming Divine Palm?" At this moment of emergency, Yuan Ye was not panicked, which was what he expected.

Yuan Ye's arms shook slightly, and he instantly mobilized his internal force, and suddenly Yuan Ye's body was as hot as a furnace, his face instantly turned slightly red, and the ice crystals on his arms had vaporized in the blink of an eye, and the blazing internal force rushed into Wei Yixiao's body from the palms of his two hands like a river bursting its banks.

Feeling the unstoppable blazing internal force coming from his hands, Wei Yixiao's face changed drastically, he originally thought that this Wudang disciple looked like he was in his teens, even if he was extremely talented and profound, he couldn't compare to himself after all. But as soon as the internal forces of the two came into contact, he immediately found that his internal forces were actually collapsing at the touch of a button.

Drinking low, Wei Yi smiled and was busy resisting. This time, he forced out all his strength, and he didn't dare to spare the slightest hand.

Wei Yixiao couldn't have imagined that he had just come to ask for the news of his disciples, and it was a good competition, but it suddenly turned into a sinister situation of competing for internal strength.

In today's situation, once one party can't resist it, or is disturbed by others, it will be seriously injured at the least, and at worst it will go mad and die.

The clearing on the shore suddenly became quiet, and the old Handen did not dare to come out.

It's a pity that such a battle between top masters was actually seen by only a rural villager.

If people in the general martial arts see it, they are afraid that they will shout wonderful and gain a lot of money.