When Zhuo Qing and Tu Lie were suffering "inhuman torture", Shenhuan was still kneeling in front of the mountain gate of Gongliang's house in Yujian Peak.

Time is getting closer and closer to the end of the ten-year period, and Shenhuan's state of mind is becoming more and more peaceful, without joy or anger. Listening to the sound of the sword on the top of the mountain, every mistake transmitted in the sound of the sword warned Shen Huan himself.

Although the person who practices swords on the top of the mountain only practices basic swordsmanship, Shenhuan, who has received the true transmission of Gongliang Mingxiao's "Extreme Meaning of the Sword", knows the importance of the foundation better than anyone else. No matter how complex and powerful the sword skills in the world are, they are also composed of 12 techniques: splitting, slashing, collapsing, teasing, latticing, washing, intercepting, stabbing, stirring, pressing, hanging, and sweeping.

Occasionally, there are people with advanced strength on the top of the mountain who practice upper-level sword skills, and can even make the sound of sword rhythms, but in Shen Huan's ears, these sword laws are not as beneficial as those sword sounds that are full of errors.

In the past eight years, it has been surprisingly quiet for Shenhuan, except for the time when people often came to harass and make trouble, and then he never saw the childish revenge of Gongliang Guangyao. In the past eight years, someone occasionally came to Yujian Peak to visit Gongliang's house, and saw Shenhuan kneeling in front of the mountain gate, because he didn't know what to do, he didn't provoke easily.

"Perhaps, someone in the Gongliang family prevented Nagongliang Guangyao's revenge, or rather, that Gongliang Guangyao himself realized that what he did was meaningless. Shenhuan guessed.

This is Shenhuan's overestimation of Gongliang's glorious understanding, or overestimating Gongliang's glorious mind.

Ever since he was cut off by Shenhuan, Gongliang Guangyao has always been obsessed with Shenhuan. After being defeated by Shenhuan for the second time, Gongliang Guangyao was even more eager to cut Shenhuan with a thousand knives and eat it alive. Even if Shen Huan knelt in front of the mountain gate of Gongliang's house for ten years, it was still not enough to calm his anger.

The reason why there has been no action over the years is because the initial failures made Gongliang Guangyao realize that it was just a waste of effort to send people with too poor strength to trouble Shenhuan. If you want to really humiliate Shenhuan and lose face, you must let the real strong do it!

Over the years, Gongliang Guangyao has been actively managing the relationship with the strong people outside the clan, and due to the change in his personality, many strong people have stayed away from him. It was only recently that he found the right person!

A yellow-shirted swordsman came to the foot of the Imperial Sword Peak, looking at the Gongliang Mountain Gate halfway up the mountainside, and was already thinking about how much benefit he should collect from Gongliang Guangyao after this matter.

As soon as the yellow-shirted swordsman stepped onto the stone staircase of the Edgeworth Peak, he was frozen by a sudden voice.

"I advise you not to go up the mountain, and turn back. ”

The yellow-shirted swordsman turned around vigilantly, his hand already grasped the hilt of the sword on his back, and he followed the sound! Judging from the sound, the person who spoke was not far away, and he didn't notice the other party at such a close distance, so he had to be vigilant!

Sure enough, under a towering giant tree not far away, a swordsman in a coarse cloth shirt was leaning against the trunk of the tree. On the arm of the swordsman was a sharpening stone of a disproportionate size to his arm, and the swordsman was holding a rag that seemed to have been torn from his clothes, and gently wiping the surface of the sharpening stone.

"Who are you?" asked the yellow-shirted swordsman warily.

"When you meet in Pingshui, why bother with your name and surname. The sword-sharpener kept his eyes fixed on the sword-sharpening stone on his arm.

The yellow-shirted swordsman saw that the strength of the sword grinder was only the second order of the doubtful realm, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his vigilance in his heart had gone seven points. After all, he himself was already a powerhouse of the eighth order of the Doubtful Realm, and a person of the second order of the Doubtful Realm could not pose a threat to him at all: "What did you just say?"

"I advise you not to go up the mountain. The sharpener repeated.

"Why?"

"I know what you're here for, but you're not destined to be satisfied today. ”

"Hmph, are you going to stop it?" the yellow-shirted swordsman snorted coldly.

"I'm not going to stop it. The sword-sharpener still wiped his sharpening stone to himself, "Your sword has a rotten smell tainted by gold and silver. Go up the mountain, but bring shame on yourself. ”

The reminder of the sword grinder, to the ears of the yellow-shirted swordman, is an out-and-out provocation.

This yellow-shirted swordsman can have the strength of the eighth order of the doubtful realm, and he is also a strong man, how could he have been provoked in such a face. Those who know him well know that he is not a good-natured person, but a real murderer without blinking.

Seeing that a stranger of the second order of the doubtful realm dared to speak wildly in front of him, the yellow-shirted swordsman laughed angrily for a while: "Take your own humiliation? Apologize now, there is still a chance of life, otherwise, you will be killed under the sword!"

"A kind reminder, but it was threatened. No wonder your sword emits such a rotting aura, no wonder your sword is still unsheathed before it can be heard. For the first time, the sword grinder looked up at the yellow-shirted swordsman, "What about the second order of the Doubtful Realm, are you confident that you can defeat me?"

The yellow-shirted swordsman seemed to have heard a big joke, and immediately laughed: "Hahahaha! You even asked me if I have the confidence to beat you? ”

"That's fine. Since you are so confident, then draw your sword!" said the sword grinder helplessly.

The yellow-shirted swordsman was agitated by the sword sharpener, and his face turned red in an instant. He was a dignified master of the eighth order of the Doubtful Realm, but he had to strike first against a guy of the second order of the Doubtful Realm, as if he had been tricked, which made him feel humiliated. But he couldn't care so much about being angry, so he used his hand hard and drew his sword out of the sheath!

The long sword is entrained with sharp sword rays, and the sound of breaking the wind is sharp and killing, and it stabs straight at the door of the sword-sharpening man's face!

The sword grinder didn't mean to make a move from beginning to end, just quietly watched the yellow-shirted swordsman make a move!

The strength of the doubtful realm is not idle. The yellow-shirted swordsman did have a bit of real learning, and the figure holding the sword left a string of afterimages in the air!

Unlike ordinary remnants, these remnants are also moving with the figure of the yellow-shirted swordsman!

The sword grinder can clearly feel that these afterimages also have the same attack ability as entities, which should not be underestimated!

But the sharpener still didn't intend to draw his sword, and he didn't even hold the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The long sword was dying, and just before stabbing the sword sharpener's face door, a mutation suddenly occurred!

The sword grinder's eyes widened, and the sword was unexpectedly released! The long sword in the hand of the yellow-shirted swordsman actually stopped at a foot away in front of the sword grinder's eyes as if it had been drunk! Neither the blade nor the sword mang, advanced a single bit!

The yellow-shirted swordsman didn't know what was going on, and was shocked. But no matter how hard he tried and how much he urged his strength, the long sword in his hand still couldn't move forward, which made him anxious, angry and annoyed, sweating like rain for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

"If you are a man with a knife, a gun, a hammer, or even a fist, I am no match for you. "But you use a sword." With a sword, you can't even hurt me, how can you win?"

"This ...... Why is that?" the yellow-shirted swordsman's voice already had a tremor.

"If you don't understand it now, you won't understand it in the future. The sword grinder didn't have the kindness to explain to the yellow-shirted swordsman, "You just need to understand that you can't even hurt me, and when you get to him, you will be even more humiliated." Let's go back!"

With that, the sharpener's fingers flicked lightly on the blade of the yellow-shirted swordsman. The long sword in the yellow-shirted swordsman's hand suddenly fell out of his hand, spun around for several weeks, and then inserted it back into the scabbard on his back.

The sword-sharpener got up and floated away, leaving only the yellow-shirted swordman standing still......

On this day, Shenhuan was still not disturbed in any way.

As the sun sets, there are a few white silk clouds in the sky, dyed into bright crimson satin by the sunset. The ten peaks of the Heavenly Sword are also dyed by the sunset, and a magnificent brocade seems to be spread out between heaven and earth.

On the peak of Edgeworth, the sound of the sword gradually stopped, indicating that it was time to rest. Although the Gongliang family has always attached great importance to the family's powerlessness, and even more to the prestige and face of the family outside, it has not been strict enough to require the clansmen to cultivate at night.

"Since you're here, why do you have to leave so quickly?" said Shenhuan, who had been quiet for a day.

The person who left stopped, hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down on the stone staircase behind Shenhuan. It's just that the step he is sitting on is about a hundred steps away from Xiaoping, where Shenhuan is located.

"Is there a sword rhythm here today?" asked Shenhuan.

"Nope. ”

The conversation between the two was soft, but both could hear each other clearly.

"Oh, then why did you come here?" Shen Huan really couldn't think of a second reason other than Sword Law that could attract the Sword Sharpener to come.

"It's just curiosity. I wonder what you have achieved now after that rainy night. ”

"Curious?"

"Why? Can't I be curious?"

"Of course you can, but it's just a little uncomfortable for a while. Although he knew that the sword grinder was no longer what it used to be, Shen Huan was still a little surprised that curiosity would appear on the sword grinder, "Don't talk about it. Have you achieved the purpose of your trip?"

"Before I even went up the mountain, I had already achieved my goal. There was a hint of elusiveness in the tone of the sword grinder.

"You didn't have your sword with you?" Even if he couldn't see the sword grinder, Shen Huan still found that the sword grinder at this time did not have a sword on him, which was not difficult for Shen Huan now.

"Before going up the mountain, I left my sword at the bottom of the mountain. The sharpener replied, "It is a testimony to come to you without the sword, and when the sword comes to you, it becomes a pilgrimage." ”

Of course, Shenhuan knew what this "pilgrimage" meant, but he didn't get carried away because of it, and he didn't even stir up the slightest ripple in his heart because of this praise.

Kendo needs to be sealed, but Shin-hwan doesn't want the person who seals his kendo-way to be his friend. Shen Huan knows better than anyone about his progress over the years. Although it has not yet been sealed, it is not far from the day of sealing, and the best thing to seal is ......

Shen Huan slowly raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain......

"The Rabbit has risen, and it has been rude for a long time. Goodbye. With that, the sword-sharpener stood up and continued his way down the mountain. His steps were not fast, but he soon disappeared.

It wasn't until the Sword Grinder had left for a long time that Shen Huan whispered to himself, "Goodbye? I'm looking forward to seeing you again......