Guan Peiyan is very proud, or rather, very conceited.

But his feelings of pride or conceit are completely capitalous. A man without any power will not be proud and conceited, nor will a humble and cowardly man be proud and conceited.

The only people who can be proud and conceited can be those who are far superior to ordinary people in some way.

Obviously, Guan Peiyan belongs to this kind of person.

Xuan He's family background and super talent made him unpopular, made him arrogant, and made him fearless.

However, everything has its own pros and cons.

This arrogant temper of his will make him suffer a big loss sooner or later.

In the past 20 years, Guan Peiyan has been able to maintain such a state of no one in sight. There was only one reason, he had never met a kind of person, a person like Ye Junlin

A thunderclap resounded in the sky. The night sky, which had been quiet, began to rain at this time.

Ye Junlin and Guan Peiyan walked out of the house together, twenty steps apart, looking at each other with fierce eyes.

Why do you want to go out here?

The reason is simple: the house is not spacious enough.

Guan Peiyan's big hand held the hilt of the sword tightly, and at the moment when his fingers held the hilt of the sword, he saw that the brocade robe on his body shook slightly, and then countless raindrops were bounced off and shattered into countless fine gouaches, like a mist of mist.

Ye Junlin looked at it, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A person who can crush the rain with his sword qi is definitely not an easy opponent to deal with.

Ye Junlin's brows furrowed slightly, and his face suddenly became murderous, as if the expressionless young man suddenly became another person.

The raindrops, scattered around Ye Junlin little by little, were originally so calm and natural.

But when Ye Junlin exuded that terrifying murderous aura, around him, those bleak cold rain threads seemed to feel something unusual, and they were like defeated deserters, shaking, tilting, silent, and avoiding, and no drop dared to fall on that Shura-like young man.

"You're an opponent worth killing. The corners of Guan Peiyan's mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be very happy.

"You too. Ye Junlin said.

No more pleasantries, no more words.

Two people, suddenly, in the middle of this heavy rain.

Guan Peiyan seemed to be very excited, and the cyan long sword in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, stabbing at the various corners of Ye Junlin's body in an extremely tricky way.

Ye Junlin did not deliberately dodge, nor did he swing his sword to block. I saw that around his body, a colorful fluorescence lingered, and this fluorescence was like a colorful wave, circling around Ye Junlin's body, and finally forming a set of quaint colorful armor.

This set of colorful armor, like intimate clothing, protected Ye Junlin tightly below.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Guan Peiyan's cyan long sword stabbed on the colorful armor, making a sound of metal colliding. The colorful armor began to be punctured one by one, but in the next moment, these small holes were healed again, and they were as good as ever.

Guan Peiyan was stunned.

"What kind of trick is this?" asked Guan Peiyan.

"Why do you care so much? Ye Junlin was disdainful, and the big sword in his hand swung rapidly.

Like a great river surging, like a mountain moving sideways, like a volcano erupting, like the earth trembling. Ye Junlin's every move, every style, was wrapped in endless destructive power, and it smashed down heavily.

Guan Peiyan became more and more frightened the more he fought.

The sword moves have become overstretched, the momentum has become messy, and Guan Peiyan has completely lost the confidence to fight at this moment, and his arrogance seems to have been extinguished by the pouring rain.

"Ahh In the 'Sword Soul' in his hand, a sword intent surged out. His sword intent was imposing, but compared to Ye Junlin's sword intent, it was too far behind.

"Purple Cloud Sword Technique!"

Guan Peiyan let out a loud shout, and on the cyan long sword, endless Xuan Qi suddenly surged.

Ye Junlin's face changed slightly, as if he realized that this sword move could not be taken lightly.

Guan Peiyan turned into five with one sword.

Five purple sword rays, like five tumbling purple clouds, and like five blooming lotus flowers, shrouded towards Ye Junlin.

This is the most powerful move in the 'Sea of Purple Clouds', 'Sword Technique'. The Yellow Rank Superior Sword Technique, only the inner disciples have the right to learn it.

Ye Junlin looked at these five sword rays, his face returned to normal, and he was neither angry nor angry. The sword qi in his hand also surged, and the monstrous sword qi shook the pouring rain into mist. On the surrounding trees, countless leaves, like cherry blossoms falling from the sky, slowly fall.

"Jian Yi, Breaking the Wind!"

Ye Junlin's big sword waved, and the endless sword qi condensed into a white Lang, breaking through the rain curtain, breaking through the breeze, breaking through the layers of heaven and earth aura, and suddenly rushed towards the five purple sword rays.

Bai Lang destroyed all the way, rushing into the five purple sword rays, like a tiger entering a flock, the purple sword rays that originally shone under the attack of Bai Lang, became darker and darker, and finally turned into a little bit of broken light, and with the falling rain, it dissipated.

"How is that possible?" Guan Peiyan's face showed a look of disbelief.

"Anything is possible!"

Ye Junlin's face became cold, and there seemed to be ten thousand sword qi roaring out between his words.

Guan Peiyan had already had the idea of retreating, and he suddenly realized that the young man in front of him was not something that ordinary people could 'teach'.

At least, he can't teach a lesson.

"Run!"

Guan Peiyan has completely lost the belief in fighting, and now he is like a deserter who has lost a battle, and he no longer has the courage to fight again.

Guan Peiyan, without the slightest hesitation, just as the white lang was about to attack him, two wings condensed by Xuan Qi suddenly appeared on his back.

Without the slightest hesitation, Guan Peiyan disappeared into the rain curtain in the distance.

"Boom!"

Bai Lang bombarded the ground, leaving a crack several feet deep.

Ye Junlin looked at Guan Peiyan who was going away, and his face showed strong interest.

"There is such a magical skill in the world. Ye Junlin muttered

said that Ye Junlin defeated Guan Peiyan, returned to the house, and fell asleep deeply.

It was also at this time that Guan Peiyan was kneeling in front of a middle-aged man, his face full of panic.

The middle-aged man sat on the black jade throne, with an extremely surprised look on his face: "Even you are not his opponent, it seems that this kid is indeed a 'talent'." ”

Guan Ping said, stroked his beard lightly, and continued: "This person, if he can be used by us, it will be a great help to my Guan family."