Due to the arrival of Uncle Tai, Wang Kelong, who had been staying in the dilapidated Sword Raising Hall, was very excited.

After a while, I found a few people and came in to clean up.

"The corner, yes, it's the corner, clean up there."

"Move the closet, lean against the wall on the left, and clean it up."

"Cupboard, put it in the stove, yes, there it is."

Looking at the busy figure of Wang Kelong, who was full of energy, Uncle Tai smiled helplessly, but this smile was a little fulfilling, maybe this kind of life is not bad.

Inside the house of the deacon of Yangjian Hall.

Uncle Tai sat cross-legged, his face was stable, his upper body was straight, his momentum was like a sword, revealing his fierceness, the big sword was horizontal on his legs, his hands were facing up, and his breathing was slow and even.

Between the nostrils, there are faint wisps of cyan air flowing and breathing.

The pure and soft Xuantian weak water sword qi spread out from the dantian, and under the control of Taishu Zhi, with the running route of the Nine Yin True Sutra, it flowed up in the meridians in the body, thickening little by little at an imperceptible speed.

After several consecutive large cycles, Uncle Tai felt that the meridians were swollen and unbearable, so he stopped carrying and controlled the internal qi to return to the dantian.

The internal qi returned to the dantian, forming a spiral socket, swallowing out, a stream of internal qi was separated, all the way, to the place where the nose was breathing, and a faint cyan arrow-like internal qi came out of the nostrils.

His eyes slowly opened, and there was a flash of essence, deep and calm.

Before you know it, the night has passed again.

Uncle Tai stood up and pushed open the door, the sky was already bright, and the sun was shining on him a little dazzlingly.

The clanging sound reached his ears, and the king of the front hall continued to beat the unfinished iron bar.

Uncle Tai washed up, looked at the next room, the Condor was still sleeping there, there was no intention of waking up, smiled bitterly, did not bother, took out the skin of the poisonous python that he hunted that day, and was also busy in the front hall for a while.

Half an hour later, a blue and white python scabbard appeared in front of him and put it on top of the twilight sword.

Just when he had just done it all.

"Tianhe Sword Sect, if you want to plant a flag, have you asked me!"

Suddenly, a loud shout full of fierceness sounded, coming from a distance, reverberating in the air, revealing a thunderous momentum.

This was followed by the sound of dense footsteps, which came quickly.

Uncle Tai glanced at the place where the sound was, and saw that at the end of the street, a group of more than 20 people, surrounded by a young man about 20 years old, strode over. The young man was slender and straight, dressed in a black gold silk brocade robe, his face was indifferent, and his temperament was a little graceful and luxurious, but there was a slight look of arrogance on his face.

Uncle Tai just raised his eyes and glanced at it, then he didn't pay attention to it, but picked up a chicken leg on the stove and roasted it, which was not too hot, and gnawed it directly.

"Senior Uncle Tai, they are from the Yuanjiang Sword Sect, they should have received the news that our Tianhe Sword Sect has replanted the flag in Qingyang Town, and they are here to find trouble!" Wang Kelong threw down the hammer in his hand, glanced at the group of people who were walking over, and said in a low voice.

Uncle Tai raised his eyes and asked lightly without care, "Yuanjiang Sword Sect?" Who is the leader? How strong is it? ”

Wang Kelong saw him raise his head, and hurriedly replied: "This person is Zhang Weihao, the deacon of Yuanjiang Sword stationed in Qingyang Town, the peak cultivation of the Seventh Layer the day after tomorrow, with superb swordsmanship, and he is very famous in Qingyang Town. He looked at Uncle Tai's burning eyes, a little worried.

Uncle Tai nodded slightly, seeing the worry on Wang Kelong's face, he naturally understood what it was, after all, in the eyes of outsiders, he was just an acquired six-fold mid-stage.

"The day after tomorrow, it's okay, it's okay, what should come is always coming." Uncle Tai smiled faintly, chewed slowly, behaved elegantly, and did not feel any panic at all for the arrival of Zhang Weihao of the Yuanjiang Sword Sect.

Although Uncle Tai didn't care, Wang Kelong had to care, after all, the other party was the strength of the sevenfold peak, and his own side was only one of the middle stage of the sixfold day after tomorrow, and the other was the early stage of the sixfold day after tomorrow, and his face was a little unnatural. Originally, when he entered the early stage of the sixfold day after tomorrow, he should have entered the inner door, but he had no ambitions, and he was already middle-aged, and he was used to the unrestrained life here.

In the past, the Tianhe Sword Sect withdrew from Qingyang Town, and the major sects did not embarrass him, allowing him to stay here, although the business was squeezed out day by day, resulting in not opening a single open for the next three or four days, and he did not ask to return to the inner gate.

Uncle Tai sighed softly, threw away the chicken bones, wiped his hands, and then turned his steps and walked towards the outside of the Sword Raising Hall.

sighed softly in his heart, not everyone will be like him, full of fighting spirit for the future.

The Tianhe Sword School, which is dominated by swords, is the road of swordsmanship.

Kendoers must be as unyielding as a sword, as sharp as a sword! No submission, no cowardice, no concession!

Some are never looking back.

Some are determined to do whatever it takes!

in order to reach the ultimate in kendo.

Over the years, he has been practicing with swords as a companion, and he has stayed in the Condor World for another year, and he is also studying swordsmanship, and he has become more and more deeply aware of swords.

Seeing that Wang Kelong had no fighting spirit, he couldn't help but wonder if he would be the same in the future. The more he asked himself, the more stubborn he was in his heart, and Uncle Tai stepped out with one foot, his body was as tall as a sword, and suddenly the sword aura was clear, a sharp momentum to cut off the Yangtze River.

"Uncle Tai, this time it's not good."

"The sevenfold peak of the day after tomorrow is against the sixfold of the day after tomorrow, how can this be fought?"

"It's just that why do I have a sense of sharpness on Uncle Tai's body, and I don't see any care, but I have a leisurely stroll?"

Wang Kelong watched with complicated eyes as Uncle Tai Zhi walked out of the Sword Cultivation Hall step by step, maybe Yu Hengfeng had some means to defeat the enemy.

Uncle Tai took a steady step and walked forward, his momentum became more and more vigorous, and the whole turned into a divine sword out of the sheath, with a bright divine light, which attracted people's attention.

Every time he took a step, he would ask himself what was a sword and what was the Tao.

The sword is a murderous sword!

The Tao is the way of self-existence!

Every time he took a step and asked himself, his heart brightened a little, and gradually walked out of fifteen steps, he was already clear in his heart, a strange feeling arose, the big sword behind him strangely established a connection with him, he could feel the coldness, tenacity, and unyielding of the big sword.

His heart moved slightly, and as soon as the thought came to him, the smoke sword behind him buzzed, ready to go.

At this moment, he had already realized himself, and his sword heart was clear.

Uncle Tai stood outside the Sword Raising Hall, his feet nailed to the ground, quietly waiting for the other party's arrival, he really resonated with the Yanwei Great Sword, revealing a tenacious and unyielding arrogance.

"You are the deacon of the Tianhe Sword Sect who planted the flag this time?"

Zhang Weihao looked at the young man in front of him, who was two years younger than him, walking out of the Sword Cultivation Hall, with a calm demeanor, without the slightest sense of restraint, but every time he took a step, there was an extremely sharp sword momentum on his body condensing, climbing step by step, and when he finally stopped, he had already condensed to the extreme.

This sword momentum, extremely sharp, seemed to cut everything in front of him, and it made him feel a little suffocated.