"My surname is Xiao, and my name is Yunye."

With the short six words floating out of the mouth of the old man in plain clothes, the entire banquet hall was silent.

....

Xiao Yunye, this is a name with the characteristics of the Yan Country, and it is similar to the name of Li Tianye, the name of Ergou.

Of course, no one cares about the name of Ergou, and similarly, the name Xiao Yunye is also very unfamiliar in developed countries such as Victoria.

Martial arts? Sect? Rivers and lakes?

This kind of thing is very far away from advanced countries that are full of modern technology and have developed economies.

Perhaps it was only in the mouths of those down-and-out people from the Yan Nation that they could occasionally hear something that matched it.

That's right, the former No. 1 Sword Saint of the Yan Country has long been forgotten by the world, and even at the most famous moment of the year, it is rarely rumored to be in the land of the Yan Country.

However, for the warriors of the Eastern Kingdom, who also respect martial arts and fight with swords, as long as they still remember the name Sakuratake Shiyaro, they will not be unfamiliar with Xiao Yunye.

This name represents the existence of the former No. 1 guest knife in the eastern country, which has not been defeated in his life.

.....

On the main seat of the banquet hall, Sakuratake Yamao looked at Xiao Yunye standing at the door in disbelief.

His pupils flickered, as if he was trying to distinguish the identity of the man.

But it's a pity that he only heard about Xiao Yunye's deeds when he was a child, but he never saw it.

"Xiao Yunye?"

Xiao Yunye's expression didn't change in the slightest, he just stared at Sakura Wulan who was sitting next to Sakura Takeyama.

Ignoring Sakuratakeyama Ao, he looked directly at Sakuratakeran and said loudly.

"In this room, only your breath is worthy of the title of the Eastern Kingdom Sword God, young man, you are Ying Wulan."

....

Although Ying Wulan is in his 40s, he is indeed a young man in front of Xiao Yunye, and he is also in the prime of life for a martial artist.

Faced with the question, Ying Wulan responded in a deep voice.

"I am."

Xiao Yunye didn't even glance at the sword-wielding warriors gathered behind him, just stared at Ying Wulan quietly.

"Okay, I'd like to ask you some questions."

"Excuse me."

"You've been to Victoria before."

"I've been."

"Are you looking for someone named Xia Feng?"

"Yes, but I've found it, and he's on the south coast of Xichuan."

Xiao Yunye's pupils flashed with light.

"Why are you looking for Xia Feng?"

"Because I'm going to beat him."

"Why beat him."

Faced with this question, Sakura Wulan's answer was very naïve, but at the same time, he did not dare to doubt his persistence in this matter.

"Because I want to be, self-recognized, the number one in the world."

....

At this time, Sakura Wulan has become a little thinner than before, she is still wearing the blue robe, the cherry blossom knife she carries around her waist, and the pair of clogs under her feet.

But on his neck, there was an extra ornament that he didn't have before.

It was an octopus-shaped pendant.

At the same time, the aura emanating from his body was no longer pure, in addition to the sense of oppression for the peak of sword skills, there was also a trace of cold and unsettling aura.

.....

Hearing Ying Wulan's answer, Xiao Yunye gently closed his eyes and muttered to himself in a complicated tone.

"No. 1 in the world...... ? ”

In this banquet, although Sakura Takeran is the protagonist in the limelight, Sakuratakeyama Yu, who is the head of the family, is the real speaker.

Seeing that Xiao Yunye actually ignored him, Sakura Takeyama immediately became angry.

Clenching his fists, he yelled.

"Don't be deceived by this old guy, Xiao Yunye of Yanguo has disappeared for decades, I'm afraid he has already died, say, what kind of person are you, you dare to break into my Sakura Martial Family's mansion, if you don't have an explanation that satisfies me today, don't want to leave safely!"

With that, Sakuratakeyama Yu waved his hand.

"Come on, tie up this old guy for me first!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order of the head of the family, the hundreds of samurai gathered in front of the foyer drew their long knives and prepared to step forward to take down this person.

At this time, Xiao Yunye turned his head slightly, and only glanced indifferently at the warrior behind him with his residual vision.

At this moment, all the samurai who had already drawn their swords stopped their movements at the same time, and a wave of fear from the heart instantly enveloped their whole bodies.

As martial arts practitioners with keen penetration, they truly felt that even if the old man had his back to them, even if the old man hadn't even pulled out his sword.

But if they take one step closer, they will lose their lives in an instant, no matter how many people there are.

.....

The banquet hall, which had been bustling just now, was dead silent, and the guests were holding their wine glasses, because the atmosphere was very strange, and no one dared to make a sound.

These guests were merchants, not warriors, and for them, Xiao Yunye's deterrent power was only a rumor, like an after-dinner conversation.

Their views at the moment are almost the same as those of Sakura Takeyama, this person is definitely not the legendary Yan Country's No. 1 Sword Saint Xiao Yunye.

Seeing that the samurai did not listen to the order, the guests all turned their eyes to Sakuratakeyama Yu, at a loss.

Sakuratakeyama Yu, who was on the top position, stared at his eyes and roared loudly.

"Are you all deaf! I asked you to tie up this old man, why, the man of my Sakura Warrior family is afraid of an old man of unknown origin? ”

....

The wind, the flow of the wind appeared.

It was obviously indoors, but for some reason, there was a gust of wind.

The gust of wind was not frenzied, nor threatening, and the red cloth on the dining table was lifted by the wind and fell flutteringly.

But it was this moment of distraction, Sakuratake Yamao was stunned to find that the old man who called himself Xiao Yunye was gone!

In the next second, the old man's voice came from the side less than half a meter away from Sakuratakeyama.

"The head of the Sakura Martial Family, Xiao has killed countless people in his life, but now, I am tired of meaningless killing, and when I visit today, I just want to talk to this Sakura Wulan, who is known as the sword god of the Eastern Kingdom, and I hope that outsiders will not hinder Xiao."

.....

Sakuratakeyama's neck stiffened, his eyes widened, and he turned his head sideways little by little like a robot.

I don't know when, Xiao Yunye was already sitting between him and Ying Wulan.

The distance between the three of them is so close that you can touch each other with a raised hand!

"You ........."

Sakuratakeyama Yu's whole person was like seeing a ghost, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and even goosebumps stood up.

However, Sakura Takeran next to him did not panic in the slightest, on the contrary, he let out a string of arrogant laughs.

"Hahahahahaha

Sakura Wulan's eyebrows were full of excitement.

"Today is really a big day in my life, I didn't expect that I actually met the first sword saint deity of the Yan Country, I knew that you were still alive in this world, and I wouldn't have to go to that Xia Feng."

Ying Wulan turned her head sideways and grinned at Xiao Yunye, who was close at hand.

"In my mind, that summer breeze is far less than half of yours, Senior Xiao!"

Looking at Ying Wulan's excited appearance, Xiao Yunye just closed his eyes slightly.

"That's the best, after today's talk, you don't need to go to Xia Feng's troubles."

.....

The sound of the blade cutting through the scabbard came out, and Ying Wulan slowly pulled out the cherry blossom knife on his waist and displayed it in front of Xiao Yunye.

"Senior Xiao, what you said should be this."

Xiao Yunye opened his eyes, and his old face showed a bit of seriousness for the first time in a long time.

"Exactly."