Yanxia Villa, green willows dot the shade, and the breeze is like a promise.

In the village, in a clean practice room, a young man held his breath and remembered, in front of the young man placed an ancient yellowing knife book, the knife book recorded a very advanced knife technique in Yanxia Villa.

"My knife can cut the sun, moon and galaxy with one sword!"

"My knife, the mountains and seas are easy, and the heavens and the earth can move!"

"My knife, slaughter all the gods and Buddhas in one sword!"

In the silent practice room, Chu Yang, who was sitting on the table, suddenly turned pale, and his whole person continued to twitch as if he was spasmodic. Inside his body, a pitch-black soul shadow slowly emerged, it was a child, his voice was immature, but his tone was full of coldness and arrogance.

"Damn, what kind of sword-breaking trick is this? Actually let the deity cultivate? Damn! Damn!"

The child's figure flickered, and in Chu Yang's body, an old man with gray sideburns appeared, with copper-green earrings hanging from the old man's earlobe, which looked extremely evil, he scolded angrily, and the dark and thin soul shadow swayed like a candle flame in the wind.

"The old lady's knife for chopping vegetables is countless times stronger than this thing......!

One after another, the soul shadows kept changing back and forth in Chu Yang's body, and there were men, women, children, and old people in those soul shadows, each of them had different ages and temperaments, and the dry voice when speaking represented the different times they were in, but there was a common bond between them, that is, they all gathered in the young man's body.

"Go back...... Go back, give me all back......"

Chu Yang's whole facial features began to distort, and he roared in pain, his voice full of poignant. His hands kept patting his head, and he had a splitting headache, and at this moment he felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart, and the pain was like countless parasites eating away at his heart little by little.

"Not good!"

Chu Bufan and the others on the side felt the chaotic but huge aura that permeated Chu Yang's body, and their faces suddenly changed one by one.

"Ritual Weapon!"

Chu Bufan's face was slightly gloomy, and with a wave of his big hand, the bronze mirror in his palm flashed. The bronze mirror is called the Pan Mirror Mirror, with three layers of patterns of cloud and thunder pattern ground Pan Mirror with arc pattern mirror, this Pan Mirror is a high-grade magic weapon left by the ancestor of Yanxia Villa, and it is the guardian magic weapon of Yanxia Villa for hundreds of years.

Chu Bufan's Guozi face revealed little seriousness, and a majestic Yuan Force exuded from his body, and he was dressed in a cyan wide coat without wind. The one-foot-three-square sleeves were blown out by the majestic Yuan Li, and between his eyebrows, a small and delicate knife emerged, which was a knife mark, and the knife cultivation could only be condensed when it reached a certain realm.

"Do!"

With a soft sound, Chu Bufan's Yuan Force continued to pour towards the pan mirror. Behind him, the elders of Yanxia Mountain Villa followed Chu Bufan's example one by one, urging the majestic Yuan Force in their bodies to enter the pan mirror.

Airplanes!

With a clear sound, the pan mirror suspended above Chu Yang's head was activated by the surging yuan force that poured in, and the golden light that fell down one after another firmly wrapped Chu Yang below. And on the top of the pan mirror, the golden dragon inlaid with it suddenly seemed to wake up, and it began to swim strangely.

It was a hornless golden dragon, according to the records in the classics, "hornless dragon", this golden dragon should be the earliest dragon family. Thousands of years ago, the ancestor of Yanxia Villa traveled around the mountains and seas, heard about the evil dragon disaster in the south of the seashore, drove the knife to drive it away, and then sealed the evil dragon in the magic weapon pan mirror.

The golden hornless dragon was like a long soft rope, wrapping around the boy's body. With the suppression of the golden dragon and golden light, the twenty-four sword souls that kept flashing in Chu Yang's body gradually calmed down, and his previously distorted facial features also slowly eased down.

"Sneer......"

Chu Yang opened his eyes, his eyes were empty, and two scimitars burst out of his eyes. With a "......bang", confetti flew, and the yellowed knife sheet placed in front of the young man was torn apart by the two scimitars that shot out of his eyes, and the young man after that fainted as if exhausted.

"Huh~ Did you fail again?This is the one hundred and eighth sword book that was damaged, right?!"

Chu Bufan smiled bitterly, sighed, and looked at the young man who was lying on the ground sleeping like a baby, and his face revealed a little helplessness.

With a wave of his big hand, the pan mirror hovering in mid-air spun and flew back into Chu Bufan's hand. However, no one noticed that when the pan mirror returned to Chu Bufan's hands, the hornless golden dragon that was sealed on the pan mirror actually surged slightly without any external force.

"The sword soul in the main body of Shaozhuang is now appearing more and more frequently, and with the continuous strengthening of the sword soul, it is now more and more difficult for the Pan Mirror to suppress the twenty-four sword souls in the main body of Shaozhuang. And with each suppression, the mana left by the ancestor on the Pan Mirror will also be reduced, if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will not be long before the Pan Mirror will not be able to suppress the twenty-four sword souls in the main body of the Shao Zhuang, and at that time, I am afraid that the young master will eventually be born and die because of the knife!" Chu Changrong, the third elder of Yanxia Villa, shook his head, looking at the young man who had fainted, and his eyebrows were full of distress.

Chu Bufan's nasal voice moved lightly and he didn't speak, but his brows were even more frowned.

"The Heavenly Xuan Treasure Book is a mysterious sword technique left by our ancestor, but I didn't expect that it still couldn't suppress those twenty-four sword souls. Someone in the group of elders sighed lightly, slightly dull.

"Those twenty-four sword souls used to be the most powerful swordsmen in this heaven and earth, in the endless history! Even if they are now only left with remnant souls, but after all, they are the heroes of the world at the beginning, and the arrogance in their bones is deep in the bone marrow, although our ancestor's Tianxuan Treasure Book is exquisite, but it will eventually be incomplete!"

Li Changqing paused, glanced at Chu Bufan, whose brows were slightly ugly, his eyes flickered slightly, and then his voice changed, and he said in a deep voice: "In three months, it will be the assessment of the young generation of disciples of Qingxuanmen every five years, and then the major forces in the corner of heaven will participate, and the young master represents the younger generation of our entire Yanxia Villa, according to the rules of the Qingxuanmen assessment, this assessment of the young master is bound to participate." ”

Chu Bufan's pupils contracted suddenly, his brows twisted into Sichuan characters, his face turned cold, staring at Li Changqing's face engraved with the folds of the baptism of time, and said coldly: "Great Elder, what do you want to say?"

Li Changqing brushed his long sleeves, stretched out his slender fingers, dusted off a grain of dust from his sleeves, didn't care about Chu Bufan's slightly cold complexion, and said calmly: "The Xuanting Conference of Qingxuanmen is held once every five years, and each time according to the comprehensive achievements of the younger generations of the major forces, the major forces are comprehensively ranked. Five years ago, because the young owner of the village participated in the Xuanting meeting held by the Qingxuanmen, it dragged down the other disciples of our Yanxia Villa, causing our Yanxia Villa's ranking level in the Corner of Heaven to drop directly from the fifty-third to the hundredth at the end. ”

"If this time the young owner of the village also represents our Yanxia Villa to participate in the Xuanting meeting of Qingxuanmen, we Yanxia Villa is only afraid that it will fall directly out of the top 100, and then our Yanxia Villa will be directly removed from the 100 forces in the corner of the sky, as the great elder of Yanxia Villa, it is necessary for me to remind you of the responsibility of the owner, the foundation of the ancestors cannot be lost!"

With a deep groan, Li Changqing's face was slightly pale, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he hummed: "Originally, I thought that the Heavenly Xuan Treasure Book left by Master Zu could temporarily suppress the sword soul in the main body of Shaozhuang, but I didn't expect that those twenty-four sword souls would be so terrifying...... For the sake of the entire Yanxia Villa, in order not to let the ancestor's foundation be destroyed in our hands, on behalf of the Elder Pavilion, I suggest that the owner of the village expel Chu Yang from the Yanxia Villa, and as for the position of the young owner, I propose that Li Chun, the most powerful of the younger generation in the village, inherit it. ”

"The Great Elder wants me Chu Bufan to expel his son from the family?!Let me Chu Bufan be a shameless villain who sacrifices his son to preserve the reputation of the villa?!" Chu Bufan's body was surging with Xuan Qi, his face had completely pulled down, and the anger of the whole person was full of anger in his chest, and he was about to explode at any time.

Looking at Chu Bufan's gloomy face, Li Changqing was hindered by Chu Bufan's identity as the owner of the village, his originally stiff tone eased slightly, and he glanced at the young man who had fainted on the ground, his pupils shrunk, he thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "No, the owner of the village is not your son, he is just a knife!"

"Shut up!"

Chu Bufan was in a hurry, and the sword qi around him crisscrossed one after another, and the shadow of the "sneer" knife flickered, and the sharp knife qi left a Daosen white scar on the ground around Li Changqing.