This young man can come and go without a trace at the martial arts conference where masters gather, which shows that his body has been cultivated to the ultimate realm; The swordsmanship is better than that of the True Yang Immortal Monarch, and his attainments are even more extraordinary; And to kill the great monk Nitoma Zen Master, it is bound to require pure internal cultivation.

If a person can have extremely high attainments in the three aspects of body technique, swordsmanship, and internal strength at the same time, then eighty percent of this person comes from the Realm Qingmen.

"It's a good Jieqing fast sword, and it really lives up to its reputation."

Luo Xiu said with a smile.

The young man in green shirt smiled disdainfully: "Whether my sword is fast or slow, it's not your turn to judge!" ”

Luo Xiu saw that this swordsman was young and vigorous, and he was not angry, so he calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if he was unaware of the current enemy.

The young man in the green shirt raised the tip of his sword, pointed directly at Luo Xiu's eyebrows, and asked in a deep voice: "Aren't you curious, why did I come to you?" ”

Luo Xiu's expression was indifferent: "If you want to say, I won't ask you, but if you don't want to say, even if I ask, it's in vain." ”

"You're in a good mood, hehe." The young man in the green shirt made a sharp move, and the bamboo leaf sword was on Luo Xiu's head.

Luo Xiu was still unmoved: "It seems that you are going to kill me today." ”

"Killing you is my life's desire!" The young man in the green shirt said in a deep voice, and at the same time, his left hand turned into a claw and snatched it towards Luo Xiu's hand.

Luo Xiu saw through that he wanted this Fu Yu sword hilt, but he was also generous, and directly let go of this treasure and let it go.

The young man in green shirt didn't expect the head of the dignified Yuanshan faction to succumb so easily, and frowned and asked, "Old brute, why don't you resist?" ”

"Give young people a chance." Luo Xiu's expression was calm, "Zhang's age is near, and his longevity is about to end, even if you don't kill me, I won't survive next autumn...... Instead of being mediocre and dying in bed, it is better to leave some after-dinner conversation for this Jianghu. ”

The young man in the green shirt turned cold: "I want to see how long you can pretend to be a hypocrite full of lies!" ”

It's too late, it's too fast, the young man in the green shirt has already made a move!

The bamboo leaf thin sword was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the heart of Zhang Miao, the head of the Yuanshan faction!

The young man in the green shirt was sure that this old guy had a ghost in his heart, and although he no longer seemed to resist, he actually hid a secret and was ready to break out.

But unexpectedly, when his sword pierced Zhang Miao's head strongly, Zhang Miao was really captured, and he didn't even have the slightest internal strength.

There was a crisp sound, and the skull pierced.

Zhang Miao was devastated on the spot, and there was no hope of survival.

"This ......" The young man in the green shirt was stunned for a while, and he was speechless.

He really couldn't figure out why the head of the dignified Yuanshan faction had no desire to survive.

Taking a deep breath, the young man in the green shirt was dazed.

That's what it is...... What does revenge taste like?

Why is there no joy at all?

The young man in the green shirt had a blank mind, he held the bamboo leaf sword in one hand and the hilt of the Fuyu sword in the other, and looked at the corpse of Zhang Miao, the head of Yuanshan in front of him, with empty eyes.

In the next second, the sky was spinning.

The boy in the green shirt lost consciousness......

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When Luo Xiu opened his eyes again, a memory first drifted through his mind.

More than ten years seem to be right in front of him, allowing him to live another life in this short moment.

The green cliff of the world, the green gate of the world.

The swordsman in the green shirt practiced the scorching heat in summer and the severe cold in winter.

Although he is only less than twenty years old, this green-shirted swordsman has a high talent and a unique root, and he is already a rare genius in the world of Qingmen in a hundred years.

A sword stabbed Zen Master Nitoma to death on the corridor of the back hall, and the true qi was infused with the bamboo sword to break the body, but Master Nitoma, who was the master of the "Supreme Yoga Method", was difficult to protect even the vital point, and was killed by the killing sword in just an instant.

Memories go back, and time came to three days ago.

At the foot of Dayuan Mountain, the green-shirted swordsman tried his sword with the Wudang faction of the young Junyan Zhenyang Immortal Monarch, and faced the Zhenyang Immortal Jun's first-order divine skill "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", and penetrated the body with the Xuanming sword qi, and also sent the True Yang Immortal Monarch to the Abi Hell with just one sword.

In the past seven years since Luo Xiu retreated and cultivated as the head of the Yuanshan faction, the green-shirted swordsman has also been constantly trying.

A year ago, the Shaolin monk Lang Ming died violently at the foot of Song Mountain, two years ago the medicine king of Baihua Valley died tragically, and the head of the Situ clan of Fulongtan in the East China Sea died overseas......

The truth of these piles and headless public cases is finally revealed today.

Luo Xiu observed carefully and digested it slowly, but was shocked that this green-shirted swordsman had such a strong skill at a young age.

Swordsmanship and body technique are related to natural comprehension, if he is a genius, he will naturally be able to integrate it in a short period of time, but this internal skill cultivation must be done step by step, and it is definitely not something that can be practiced in just a few years.

Finally, when the memory goes back to three years ago, Luo Xiu found the answer to the puzzle.

The green-shirted swordsman stood on the boundary green cliff, and in front of him was a yellow-shirted woman who was over the age of confusion.

"Auntie, you have studied hard and practiced Fang Xiu's body to return to the true qi, are you really willing to transfer all your internal strength to me?"

The Huangshan woman smiled lightly, and the face hidden under the tulle was mysterious: "Child, if it weren't for your father, how could I have learned this perfect Returning Yuan Divine Skill?" Now that I will return the internal strength to you, it is also a favor for the deceased...... My aunt is old and frail, and her cultivation is withering day by day, so I only wait for you to achieve great achievements, kill the big and small Yuan Mountains, and take the head of the insidious and cunning old beast, so that you can avenge your father, so that he will not be under the Nine Springs, and he will not sleep with hatred......"

So the Huangshan woman gave the empowerment and passed on the gong, and even transferred all her internal strength to the green-shirted swordsman, with the assistance and blessing of the true qi of Guiyuan, which made the green-shirted swordsman able to break the true qi at a young age and overcome the fierce enemy.

It was just that between the figure, demeanor, and gestures of this Huangshan woman, Luo Xiu saw a familiar old man.

The picture changes again, and the memory goes back six years ago.

The green-shirted swordsman looked like a child of no more than nine or ten years old, kneeling in front of a barren hill with a bamboo and wood short sword in his hand.

"Mother, the child swears with his life that in his lifetime, he will definitely splash the blood of the enemy in five steps!"

On the top of this loess mound, there is a short stele of dead wood, and there are few numbers on the stele, which reads: The tomb of the chalcedony of the loving mother Su Menning.

Seeing this, Luo Xiu took a deep breath, but before he could sigh melancholy, the memory moved forward again and came to the top of the Big and Small Yuan Mountains.

The green-shirted swordsman was only a nine-year-old child at this time, but there was chaos in front of him.

Yuanshan's outcast Hui Yan, Yuanshan's head Zhang Miao, and Yuanshan's disciple Yuen Long, the three of them forced Taiwusu Huizhi into a desperate situation, and they were bound to take their names.

Aunt Situ Qing risked her life, so she protected their mother and son and fled.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

A call sounded in Luo Xiu's ears, and he seemed to have returned to the forest cottage in the mountains behind Yuanshan many years ago.

"Daddy, there is a trick in this Arhat swordsmanship that I always can't practice, Daddy taught me ......"

The child's vision is narrow and low, and he can only see Taiwu Su Huizhi's waist and legs, Su Huizhi bends over and attaches himself, gently rubbing the child's head.

"Daddy, I'll teach you." - The voice is Su Huizhi's voice, but it is Luo Xiu himself who speaks.

And until now, Luo Xiu finally read the name of the green-shirted swordsman in this memory.

Su Peiyu.

The brainchild of Su Huizhi and Ning Chalcedony.

Seven years ago, in the battle of Yuanshan, Luo Xiu was separated from him, but he didn't expect that after seven years, the father and son would reunite in this way.

Putting down the hilt of the Fu Yu sword in his hand, two lines of tears slipped from Luo Xiu's cheeks.

"It's good to be back, my child ......"