The cliff is so steep that it stands upright, and even apes can't climb it.

Yang Xiu stood at the bottom of the Falling Sword Cliff, running the Innocent Sword Body, revealing the true body of the Sword Body, and his entire body was like an unsheathed sword, exuding a sharp aura.

The five fingers formed claws and grasped the cliff rock, and the five fingers pierced into the rock like a sword blade.

His fingers could pierce into the rocks, and the upright Falling Sword Cliff was not difficult for Yang Xiu at all, he crawled quickly on the steep rock wall like a gecko swimming against a wall, until he reached the top of the cliff.

Standing on the top of the cliff of the falling sword, looking at the bottom of the cliff, there are broken swords and broken swords everywhere, but don't you go down and take a closer look...... No one knew that all the swords below had been turned into scrap metal of poor quality.

"Ma Yuantai, Zhang Caiyin, you must not have imagined that I, Yang Xiu, jumped off the Falling Sword Cliff, and can I still come up alive?"

Yang Xiu withdrew his gaze from the top of the cliff and looked into the distance: "See me again, I don't know how wonderful your expressions will be." ”

After returning from the Falling Sword Cliff, the corners of Yang Xiu's mouth were filled with a faint smile, and she was in a good mood.

Overnight, he was reborn, and his eyebrows were full of confidence.

After three years of hibernation, he is a perfect talent for kendo, like a peerless sword that has begun to unsheath, and it will surely bloom with brilliant light.

The Ancient Sword Sect, established by the sword, is the premier kendo sect in Qingzhou.

Every year, the Ancient Sword Sect accepts disciples in Qingzhou, and there are thousands of disciples, among whom ...... More than ninety percent are outer disciples.

The outer gate is divided into ten peaks, and Yang Xiu is a disciple of the seventh peak, returning to the seventh peak.

The rules of the Ancient Sword Sect are strict, every morning, all disciples must practice in the morning, and Yang Xiu returned to the seventh peak, which was the time for morning practice.

"Hey...... That waste, you came back from the back mountain early in the morning, and you got up early to go to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship? haha...... You can persist in doing useless work for three years, I really admire you!"

"It's been three years, Xiu Wei has been in the Ning Yuan Realm and hasn't moved, if it were me, I wouldn't have seen anyone for a long time, I don't know where this waste came from, and the face has been relying on the sect!"

"Waste is waste, and it is said that what kind of sword path consummation talent is, even if it is a pig, after staying in the Ancient Sword Sect for three years, it should break through to the Ning Yuan Realm double and triple three!"

......

The voices of ridicule and ridicule entered Yang Xiu's ears one after another.

These words, Yang Xiu's ears have been able to listen to cocoons for three years.

These disciples who ridiculed and ridiculed him were often with relatively ordinary talents, and they didn't know how Yang Xiu's kendo perfection talent hit the pain point in their hearts, and as soon as they saw Yang Xiu, they turned on the talent of cold-talking ridicule.

At the beginning, Yang Xiu was very angry when he heard these words, and even wanted to fight with people, but after a long time, Yang Xiu got used to listening to it, his left ear went in, his right ear went out, and the cold words and ridicule of others had no effect on him.

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf?" a disciple walked up and stopped Yang Xiu.

Leng Yi, fourteen years old, a disciple of the seventh peak of the outer gate of the Ancient Sword Sect, he is one year younger than Yang Xiu, he started a year later, but his cultivation is already the fourth level of the Ning Yuan Realm, in the Ancient Sword Sect, this is a decent and ordinary talent.

In the past two days, Leng Yi has been fighting with the same realm, losing all battles, and there is a ball of anger in his heart, and he has nowhere to vent, and he wants to find someone to vent.

Yang Xiu was obviously regarded as a target by Leng Yi to vent.

All the disciples nearby laughed, they were all disciples who started in the same year as Leng Yi, and they obviously knew...... Leng Yi's experience in the past two days, and Leng Yi's plan in his heart.

This Yang Xiu, the talent of the sword path, is known as a rare genius in the ancient sword sect in a hundred years, when he was in the first level of the Ning Yuan Realm, he had the strength to defeat the three times of the Ning Yuan Realm, and he was a sensation in the Ancient Sword Sect, and he was a celebrity.

Later, Yang Xiu's cultivation has always remained unchanged in the Ning Yuan Realm, although the disciples of the same age as him were not as strong as him at the beginning, but with the improvement of cultivation, their strength surpassed him one by one, and Yang Xiu turned from a genius to a waste, which made him famous in the Ancient Sword Sect.

Good talent, famous, and low strength, easy to deal with!

Yang Xiu is simply the perfect target to vent.

Leng Yi stopped in front, Yang Xiu stopped, this Leng Yi hit him a few times, Yang Xiu knew his name.

Looking at Leng Yi's appearance, if it was usual, Yang Xiu would have to be beaten again today.

However, Yang Xiu was different from the past, he looked at Leng Yi, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and said, "You shouted waste, I thought you were talking about yourself!"

Leng Yi's eyes widened, and he was furious in his heart, this waste ...... Today is simply the opposite, and he dares to ridicule him!

There was a burst of laughter from the side, Leng Yi was indeed the bottom of the disciples in the same year, and the title of 'waste' was indeed placed on his head by many people.

Yang Xiu glanced at everyone and said, "Don't laugh, I'm not targeting Leng Yi alone, everyone present is waste in my eyes!"

Those who have a better relationship with Leng Yi are all among the poorer disciples in the same year, and all those present are the cultivators of the Ning Yuan Realm, even if their strength is a little higher than Leng Yi, they are not much higher, they belong to the same level.

In Yang Xiu's eyes, they are indeed no different from Leng Yi, but they also like to sneer at him, and several of them have even done something with him.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the scene suddenly fell silent, and all the disciples looked ugly one by one.

"Leng Yi, teach him how to be a person. Someone shouted.

The Ancient Sword Sect does not prohibit disciples from fighting each other, and the cruel competition will arouse the disciples' self-motivatedness, but it is only forbidden to bully more and less.

Everyone present wanted to teach Yang Xiu how to be a person, but they could only let Leng Yi replace him.

Boom!

The sword is unsheathed.

Leng Yijian pointed at Yang Xiu, with a grim expression: "Yang Xiu, it seems that your fantasy has committed again, come ...... I'll make you sober up, who lends him a sword!"

The disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, the competition is naturally swordsmanship, and Yang Xiu did not bring a sword.

Immediately, someone unsheathed the sword in his hand and lent it to Yang Xiu.

"When fighting with waste, why use a sword, a branch is enough. Yang Xiu didn't borrow a sword, but broke off a branch the size of a little finger on the side.

Leng Yi's eyes revealed a fierce light, and he shouted: "You are looking for death!"

As he spoke, he stabbed at Yang Xiu with a sword.

The sword light stabbed in front of Yang Xiu in the blink of an eye, stabbing straight into the chest.

This sword is decent, but the cold wing is the fourfold cultivation of the Ning Yuan Realm, even if it is a simple single sword, the power should not be underestimated, and under the four layers of the Ning Yuan Realm, it is extremely difficult to resist.

As far as everyone knows, Yang Xiu's cultivation has been in the Ning Yuan Realm for three years.

Facing Leng Yi's sword, Yang Xiu didn't move half a step, only to see him stab the branch forward and shake his wrist.

With a ding, the leaves vibrated and knocked on the side of Cold Wing's sword, and the sword stabbed out by Cold Wing suddenly drifted to the side and fell into the air.

And the branch in Yang Xiu's hand was moving forward and hitting Leng Yi's wrist.

The flesh of Leng Yi's wrist was punctured instantly, and blood flowed, causing him to let out a painful snort.

Leng Yi's hand retracted as if he was electrocuted, and before he could retreat, the branch in Yang Xiu's hand swept out and twitched Leng Yi's face.

Suddenly, a blood mark appeared on Leng Yi's face, and his body was pumped in a circle, and he fell to the ground.

Miserable humming...... Turned into a scream!

The sound of gasping cold air sounded, and the disciples on the side looked at the scene in front of them, unable to believe it, Yang Xiu ...... When did it become so powerful?

"You...... I don't know the sword!"

Yang Xiu glanced coldly at Leng Yi on the ground, said lightly, and threw out the branch in his hand and shot next to Leng Yi's head.

Burst!

The branches of the trees were like sharp swords into the ground, more than a foot deep.

The tails of the branches above the surface of the earth trembled violently, just like the hearts of everyone present at this moment.