Seeing those powerhouses of the Holy Domain leaving, all the people of the Sword Sect breathed a sigh of relief, as if the sharp blade hanging over their heads had been put down, and they patted their chests one after another, with an expression of the rest of their lives. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info novel w?w?w?.?r?a?n?w?e?n?'ne?t

As for Yi Qiu, although he was also very happy in his heart, it was more of a desire for power.

Before, he thought that even if he was now invincible to those powerhouses in the Sacred Domain, if he was given a period of time, he would be able to dominate the Sacred Domain like dominating the Bloodline Continent, but when he saw the strength of the blue-robed man and the old beggar with his own eyes, he felt how small he was.

It can be said that he is vulnerable in front of the blue-robed man, and in front of the more powerful old beggar, he may be even more insignificant.

Yi Qiu took a deep breath, and at this moment he felt that his future path seemed to be getting longer.

However, he is not the kind of person who gives up easily, and after a while, the hesitation in his heart gradually disappears, and all that remains is the belief to become stronger.

At this moment, just after everyone thought that the matter was over, the old beggar snorted coldly, pointed the stick in his hand towards the void again, and said, "If you don't want to die, get out quickly." ”

Is there anyone else?

Hearing this, everyone was astonished, and their eyes looked in the direction of the stick.

Immediately, I saw a gap in the void, and then out of that gap, a middle-aged woman wearing a purple robe walked out.

This woman is the strong man who brought Murong Qingxue into the Holy Domain.

When everyone saw this woman come out, they all took a breath of cool air, if it weren't for this old beggar, who would have thought that there was a strong man hidden here!

At this moment, the middle-aged woman frowned, stared at the old beggar with fear, and then said: "Your Excellency can see through me at a glance, it can be seen that Your Excellency's strength has reached a terrifying level, Poor Dao wants to know, who is Your Excellency, why is you here, and why do you want to protect this person?

"Hehe, the old man does things, he has always relied on his heart, those who don't want to be saved, whoever asks me, I won't make a move, whoever wants to save, no matter who it is, I will save it, so whether it is the Holy Fang or the Heavenly Saint Dynasty, the old man doesn't care about it at all!"

The old beggar sneered and said, his face full of wrinkles, showing a hint of pride, standing in the air with his hands in his hands, the breath on his body was like an abyss sea, unfathomable, and the wooden stick in his hand was like a sharp sword, exuding a sharp light, and the whole person looked like a beggar, clearly a sword god who looked down on the world.

The middle-aged woman's face turned pale, her pink fists clenched, obviously taken by the momentum of the old beggar's body, a trace of fear and unwillingness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Since Your Excellency is so conceited, why don't you report your name." ”

"Hehe, the old man said, I'm just an idle cloud and wild crane, with no name and no surname. ”

The old beggar said lightly.

The middle-aged woman's face flashed with a hint of anger and said, "Hmph, I can guess if you don't say it." ”

The old beggar's eyes flickered, and then he asked lightly, "Then who do you tell me about the old man?"

"I have the Kunwu sword, with the sword to turn the Qiankun, the white rainbow soared to the sky, slaughtering the gods, this poem has been seen on a stone tablet, if I guess correctly, you are the legendary character who wrote this poem on the stone tablet. ”

The middle-aged woman's beautiful eyes flickered as she stared at the old beggar, and sure enough, at the moment when her words landed, a trace of imperceptible fluctuations and murderous aura flashed on the old beggar's face.

The middle-aged woman suddenly concluded her guess and said in surprise: "Sure enough, it's you, you're still alive!"

The old beggar snorted coldly, and the wooden stick in his hand instantly released a sharp sword, a brilliant sword light, cutting through the void and slashing towards the middle-aged woman in the distance.

The middle-aged woman had already prepared, and at the moment when the old beggar made a move, she waved her sleeves, and a void crack appeared in an instant, entangled her delicate body in it, and then the crack disappeared, making the brilliant sword directly cut into the air.

Seeing this, a hint of disappointment flashed on the old beggar's face.

Shaking his head helplessly, the old beggar turned his head to look at Yi Qiu and said, "Okay, all the people in the Holy Domain have been driven away by me, presumably in a short period of time, no one will dare to come again." ”

Yi Qiu bowed respectfully to the old beggar and saluted: "Thank you seniors for saving me, if it weren't for my seniors, I would definitely die today." ”

The old beggar smiled: "You don't have to thank me, it is only natural for the old man to save you." ”

"And rightfully so, that's why. ”

Yi Qiu had a blank expression on his face.

"Because your character is very similar to the old man, as well as your talent and comprehension, the old man is very surprised. ”

The old beggar looked at Yi Qiu and said, "In the past, the old man asked you two questions, have you figured it out?"

Yi Qiu's eyes flashed, and he remembered the two questions of the old beggar that day.

What is a sword and why is it practiced.

To be honest, he was a little dazed before.

But now, he has a hint of understanding.

Yi Qiu looked at the old beggar and said, "Senior, I haven't figured out the first question yet, but I have figured out the second question, why practice swords!"

The old beggar's eyes flashed, and he asked with a smile: "Oh, then tell me, why do you practice swords!"

Yi Qiu took a deep breath and said, "Practice swords to protect your relatives and loved ones!"

The old beggar nodded, a flash of approval flashed in his eyes, and said: "Since this is the case, you can be regarded as having found your goal, from now on, you will use this as your purpose, cultivate and practice sword, I believe that one day, you will practice your sword!"

"Thank you seniors, juniors understand. ”

Yi Qiu bowed deeply to the old beggar, and then asked, "I don't know if the seniors can solve the doubts of the juniors, what is a sword!"

The old beggar smiled, stroked his beard and said, "What is a sword, do you want to know this question?"

Yi Qiu nodded.

The old beggar said, "I can't answer you now, but if you want to know, go to a place in the Sanctuary, where you have the answer you want." ”

"Somewhere. ”

"Battle Martial Temple!"

The old beggar said word for word.

The Temple of Martial Arts?

Yi Qiu's eyes flickered, and he remembered this name deeply in his mind.

"Thank you, senior, I wrote down the name. ”

The old beggar nodded, then handed the wine jug in his hand to Yi Qiu, and said, "When you become a saint and enter the holy realm, take this thing to the Battle Martial Arts Temple, and tell them that you are my disciple, and they will naturally give you the answer you want when the time comes." ”

Yi Qiu's eyes flashed, and he said, "Master don't worry, the disciple will definitely do it." ”

The old beggar smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared in front of Yi Qiu.

(To be continued.) )