Just as the two were chatting.

Nanchuan, the young man who wielded the sword, suddenly felt a light in his hand, and the sword was gone.

I looked back in amazement, but I saw that my sword was being held in my hand, and I looked at it carefully.

The man with the sword was a white-haired man with a calm and grim face. Just standing there gives people a sense of awe-inspiring inviolability.

For a moment, he suddenly felt ...... The man himself was a sword.

And not alone.

"He's ...... He's that Lingxiao Sword Nanming!"

The other exclaimed in a low voice, and couldn't help but take a half step back.

Discussing the length of the person behind his back, he can't help but feel a little weak. What's more, there is no vanity under the fame, and the other party was a swordsman who was famous in the world ten years ago, and now he doesn't know how far it has come.

Anyway, I am definitely not an opponent.

"He's Nanming?"

On the other hand, Nan Chuan's eyes lit up, and the shame on his face disappeared, revealing a touch of excitement, "I...... I'm going to challenge you!"

Hearing this, Nan Ming raised his head slightly and glanced at him curiously.

"South Styls...... My lord, I know it's no match for you, but I want to fight you. ”

In fact, according to his seniority, he should call Nan Ming "uncle".

However, looking at this face that was almost as young as himself, Nan Chuan was really a little ashamed to speak. Especially when he was looked at by the calm eyes like water, the courage that just surged into his heart couldn't help but retreat, "But, is it okay?"

He asked timidly.

His hand suddenly sank again, but it was Nan Ming who returned the sword to him.

Nan Chuan looked up in amazement, and saw Nan Ming's figure walking into the distance, only thinking that he had rejected him, and couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

However, Nan Ming just walked under a tree and broke off a branch.

"Sword, that's not how it works. ”

He said to Nanchuan.

Then, with two fingers, he picked up the branch and stabbed it forward unremarkably.

Nan Chuan and the other teenager suddenly widened their eyes and stared without blinking. This is a once-in-a-lifetime teaching, and if you miss a picture, you will definitely regret it.

The branches pierced out, silently and silently.

The space suddenly distorted, shattering inch by inch at the "tip of the sword", like a penetrated mirror.

"I didn't use half of my spiritual power...... Just break the space?!"

"It is impossible to have such brute force with human ** alone!"

"How can it be brute force? That's the ultimate technique, affecting the qi of heaven and earth, and finding the weak point of the space in a moment......"

"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

I don't know when, a group of people gathered around to watch the excitement, it was the young people of the Nan family who practiced boxing and kicking, and it was time to rest.

Even the instructors and martial artists came over, and the exclamation just now was issued by them.

It seems that there are too many people, and I don't like it a little.

With a flick of his wrist, Nan Ming smashed the branches, and the space returned to leveling.

Then, he walked outside.

"South...... Southern ...... Uncle!"

Nan Chuan hurriedly chased after him, blushing and shouting out a very embarrassed name, in order to get close, he seemed to be out of the way, "Please take me as an apprentice!"

As he spoke, he knelt down.

The divine sword made his heart pound, and he didn't even have the mind to compete, he just wanted to worship this person as a teacher.

"I don't take disciples. "Nanming didn't look back.

"That'...... Can I follow you? I don't want anything, I just want to see your ...... a few more times."

Nanchuan was disappointed for a while, but it seemed to be taken for granted. How can such a god in a sword easily pass on the mantle?

In contrast, the way of the sword taught by the martial artist is the "Thirteen Swords of Shura", which he is proud of......

It's child's play, it's not worth mentioning.

Nan Ming glanced back at him, his eyes were still calm, and he didn't seem to be moved in the slightest.

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed into a sword, making a deep sword mark on the wall stone in the distance.

The sword intent is sensible, and the eyes of the stinging people are stinging.

"Someday, if you can look at it without getting hurt, come to me. ”

With such a sentence, he drifted away.

When Nan Ming's figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, they swarmed in front of the stone wall. However, after just one glance, everyone covered their eyes and squatted down in pain.

Nanchuan also only glanced at it.

It was as if countless sword lights were overwhelming, instantly inserting into his eyes, making him involuntarily take a step back.

He stubbornly did not close his eyes, but his eyes quickly burst into tears.

Another moment, tears turned to blood.

"If you can't look at it, if you look at it again, your eyes will be useless!"

The martial artist next to him noticed that he was wrong, and hurriedly slapped him to make him wake up, "Cultivation can't be achieved overnight. The coming day is long, this sword wall is here, and you can slowly understand it in the future, and you are not in a hurry. ”

Nanchuan knew he had a point.

It's that I'm too anxious.

Since then, every morning.

There is an extra scenery on the Nanjia martial arts field, and many teenagers who are aspiring to kendo do the first thing they do in the morning is to come here to observe the "trial sword wall".

That incomparable sword mark was called "Ling Xiao Sword Intent" by them.

After a few days of depression, Nanxian Yu finally walked out of the door, but what he saw was such a scene.

It seems that everyone is talking about the sword test wall, and when they mention Ling Xiao Sword, they all have a look of admiration. On the martial arts field, the number of people practicing swords suddenly increased several times, and it turned out that the exercises passed down by themselves were almost ignored.

If this continues, the Nan family can almost become the "Lingxiao Sword Sect".

Nanxianyu's face became more and more gloomy.

He decided to do something.

......

......

The red-clothed tent, the sea of candles is like fire.

This is the centennial festival of the Quartet Sect, with bright candles and bright candles, and light in the void, reflecting the pious faces of thousands of people.

On the lotus candlestick erected like a giant pillar, Zheng Yi, the leader of the Quartet Sect, was dressed in gilded clothes, wearing a mask, and silently reciting the words of sacrifice in his mouth.

Not far away, there are four slightly dwarf candlesticks, which are separated in the south, south, and north. In the east, there is the green dragon around the pillar, on which stands the Eastern Elder Zhuo Qing, in the south is the Vermilion Bird Candle, on which stands the Southern Elder Yin Nine Candles, in the west is the White Tiger Pantai, on which stands the Western Elder Bai Wudao, in the north is the Xuanwu Fudi, on which stands the Northern Elder Meng Tianhe.

All four stood with their heads bowed, their eyes closed, their robes fluttering and drumming.

Guo Ruyi was dressed in a graceful gauze robe, kneeling under the five-pillar candlestick, and behind him were ordinary people who could not see the edge.

Men, women, and children all fell on their knees, their hands folded.

I don't know when the words began to be recited in everyone's mouths, as if the syllables containing power echoed endlessly in the heavens and the earth, stirring some will in the dark......

"Huh!"

The central lotus platform suddenly lit up with firelight, blue and white dazzling.

As if some kind of response.

The expression under the sect leader's mask moved, and the silent recitation in his mouth became more urgent. There seemed to be a fire in the darkness, pouring into his palm like a dragon snake, causing a mysterious imprint to appear in his palm.

"Ruyi, you come up. ”

He summoned the saint to him, and pressed his palm to the center of her eyebrows, and the flame mark appeared on the center of her eyebrows.

"This is the core inheritance of my teaching, the Sifang Lotus Tai Fire Seal. This seat is passed down to you now, and in the future, you will be the next leader of the Four Directions. 2k reading network