Wang Quanquan frowned and looked at the old man who appeared behind him silently, thinking about what the other party was about.

Just looking at it and pretending to be just an ordinary poor old man, but a broken sword hanging from his waist made Wang Quanquan have to care.

When the king looked at the old man, the old man was also looking at him, with a suspicious face, as if he had doubts.

"This old man, is there anything wrong?" The king's authority was the first to speak.

The old man stroked his beard and asked:

"Dare to ask Xiaoyou, but his surname is Wang?"

Wang Quanquan was puzzled when he heard this, "The contemptible person's surname is Pu, why does the old man ask like this?" ”

"You look a lot like the guy I'm going to kill."

The old man spoke amazingly.

Wang Quanquan's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he continued to talk nonsense:

"Dare to ask the old man, is the person you are looking for have cheeks like mine?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his cheek, which had just been swollen from a mosquito bite.

The old man shook his head, "So, it's not like that."

The old man said this, and walked towards the woods.

Seeing the other party's figure disappear into the dense forest, Wang Quanquan breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly walked towards the camp.

"Pack up, let's go."

"What's the matter, senior brother, seeing that you are in such a hurry, could it be that there are fierce beasts in the forest?"

"Don't mention it, there's an old man who wants to kill me."

The king explained as he urged the carriage.

"What are you afraid of an old man?"

Xu didn't have enough of the majesty of the Tang Gate, and Pu Wen is now more and more unpopular.

"You know a fart, although I have lost all my internal strength, but I am also a person who has reached the top, and my horizons are naturally broader than ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, although I didn't see the depth of the other party just now, but it is definitely a hard stubble."

"No matter how hard you are, can you be harder than me?"

Park asked with a look of disbelief in evil, maybe because he was approaching his destination, This guy is getting more and more relaxed, he has chosen to walk around when he encounters the roadblock thieves before, and now he is facing a swordsman who doesn't know the depths, but he is eager to try.

Wang Quanquan reminded at the right time:

"Don't forget what we're here for, if you can hide in case of trouble, let's cure the mooncake first."

"Oh yes, it's more important to heal."

Once moon cakes were involved, Park Wen instantly sobered up a lot.

But what should come will still come, and as soon as Wang Quanquan breathed a sigh of relief, a rusty sword was inserted in front of the carriage.

The king stopped the carriage, and the old man appeared beside the carriage at this time.

"You cunning boy, I was almost fooled by you, I am ......"

"Who do I care about your milk!"

Wang Quanquan threw down a sentence, directly turned the horse's head, and ran in the other direction, leaving the old man alone to stand in a daze.

After a brief sigh, the old man drew his sword and threw it upwards again.

Wang Quanquan, who was driving the carriage, subconsciously looked back, and found that the old man was still standing in place, so he was relieved, but when he turned his head, he suddenly found that a sword was hanging in front of him at some point, and the blade was facing his head.

"This old man really has some skills."

Wang Quanquan scolded in his mouth, but his speed did not decrease at all, and he slammed directly towards the rusty sword, which was full of spirituality, and after holding a sword flower in the air, it swept straight towards Wang Quanquan's neck.

Seeing that the blade was about to cross his neck, Wang Quanquan suddenly raised his arm and crossed in front of him, and the old man who was standing in the distance narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and secretly said that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, even if he resisted with his arm, he was just cut off two more arms.

The moment the flying sword touched the arm, there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, and then it was bounced away, and it swirled in the air several times before stopping.

The old man's eyes were strange, "Golden Silk Treasure Armor, the little doll is a little interesting." ”

As he spoke, a long knife slashed down in the air, slashing directly at the top of the old man's head.

The figure of the old man surnamed Ye flashed, swept out, and dodged this fatal blow in an understatement.

"The old thing reacts pretty quickly."

Northern Turkistan has never had a tradition of respecting the old and loving the young, and the survival of the fittest is the law of the prairie.

Seeing a knife splitting the air, Pu Wen directly raised his right foot and kicked the blade of the knife, and the knife momentum that was still falling was under his side, and he directly changed the split to a sweep, and continued to attack the old man.

The old man, who had not had time to report his name so far, was not flustered, and while his steps were backwards, his left hand pointed at the rusty sword that was still hanging in the air.

Seeing this, Park Wen didn't give him time to recall the flying sword at all, and handed it one knife after another, and the knife momentum increased instead of decreasing.

Even if the old man surnamed Ye has the posture of a sword immortal, but he has no sword in his hand, he can't help but be a little passive, especially when the sword intent is not perfect, he can't reach the realm where grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be swords.

……

Park Wen seems to be aggressive, but in fact, he knows that the old man on the other side is indeed above him, and he can only learn the power of the king now, accumulate his own sword momentum through continuous attacks, and then release a sharp blow comparable to "grass mustard", so that he can hope to win.

Just after Park Wen charged up and swung a knife, the originally indomitable knife momentum suddenly condensed, and he saw that the old man who had only dodged from beginning to end was holding the blade with two fingers at the moment.

This sudden attack made Park Wen stunned at the same time, and his body was also suffocated because he couldn't express his anger, and it was the first time he used a blow to gather momentum, and he couldn't do it as freely as the king's authority.

Seeing the young man on the opposite side whose face turned from red to white and then to red, the old man surnamed Ye smiled:

"Doll, that's not how this trick works."

Immediately, a sword was handed out, and the sound of the sword resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Seeing that Jian Feng was getting closer and closer to him, Park Wen had no way to hide, and gritted his teeth and used the "grass mustard" style.

The old man's sword aura is compelling, and Pu Wen's sword aura is messy.

With the passage of time, the grass mustard, which had always been devastating, gradually showed signs of being invincible under the impact of the old man's sword qi.

At this moment, the corners of Pu Wen's mouth, who was in the center of the sword qi, were already faintly oozing blood, due to his perverse actions and forcible luck, many muscles and veins in his body were damaged, and now there is a tendency to gradually worsen.

But he can't stop, and if he loses, there is only a dead end for everyone.

"Boy, who taught you this?"

The old man asked with interest.

"You want to care?"

Park Wen's face turned pale, and he squeezed out these words from between his teeth, but as soon as the words fell, a large amount of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"If you continue to perversely, the gods will not be able to save you, since you have made up your mind to die, it is better to die under the old man's sword."

The old man surnamed Ye said, and the sword qi rose suddenly, directly breaking the sword qi around Pu Wen, and then the sword momentum was still unabated, and it directly stabbed Pu Wen in the chest.

A ball of blood bloomed from Pu Wen's chest, and he lowered his head in disbelief.

"Park White Eyes!"

The tears of the little girl's moon cake burst out of her eyes instantly, this is the second time she has witnessed Park Man in a desperate situation, the first time she can block the fatal blow for him, but this time she can only watch.

"I'll fight with you!"

The little girl was about to rush to the old man desperately, but the king on the side grabbed him by the collar, and the former looked at him angrily.

The old man turned a deaf ear to all this, pulled out the long sword inserted in the man's chest, and shook the blood on it, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, Park Wen fell down unwillingly.

……

Wang Quanquan did not choose to go up and fight hard, but smiled bitterly and waved at the old man:

"Dare to ask the old man's name?"

When the old man heard this, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, and slowly spoke:

"Old man Ye Jian."

"It turned out to be Ye Lao's senior, I had always heard my father mention my predecessors, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its name."

"Oh? Does anyone still remember the old man in today's rivers and lakes? ”

"The grace of imparting karma, my father dare not forget it for a moment."

Speaking of which, the head of the kingship is lowered.

"Hugh has to be flamboyant, these years like an old man begging for swordsmanship, not a hundred but eighty.

When you are in a good mood, I will also point them out, if you are in a bad mood, you will kill them, which one is your father? Let's hear it. ”

"Back to my predecessors, my father Zhao Zhiyi."

The king replied truthfully.

"Zhao Zhiyi......" The old man muttered the name, frowning and recalling, maybe it was because his old head was not very bright, and the old man thought for a long time before he spoke:

"I remember, more than 20 years ago, there was a guy who called himself the Sword God of the North who came to ask for the sword, and I saw that he was more famous than me, so I taught him a lesson.

I originally meant to let him understand what a real sword immortal is, but I didn't expect that guy to pester the old man for three months, and let the old man teach him a one-and-a-half-move, and in the end I couldn't stand it, so I taught him a trick. ”

Wang Quanquan's heart moved when he heard this, "Old man, it stands to reason that I should call you a master, do you want to ......?"

Before the king could finish speaking, he saw the other party waving his hand.

"Don't come with me, I just killed an apprentice for one million taels a few days ago, why are you more special than him?

Besides, if the old man killed your companion, if you and I are desperate, the old man still respects you for some guts, you can leave a whole corpse, but if you don't do anything and want to get by, then what is the use of the old man keeping you? ”

This old bangzi, together with the horizontal and vertical is a death!

Wang Quanquan cursed in his heart, but there was a flattering smile on his face.

"Seniors really love to laugh, if it wasn't for the seniors who stabbed a sword just now, my brother is afraid that his muscles and veins will be damaged, and his martial arts will be wasted, and it is possible to die again."

……

The two fought just now, and the reason why Wang Quanquan was not in a hurry to intervene was because he had already seen that the old man was not doing his best, and the sword that was finally stabbed seemed to be to take Pu Wen's life, but in fact it was helping him.

The grass mustard style seems simple, but in fact, it is extremely dangerous to perform, and the slightest carelessness will hurt oneself, which is the most clear point of royal authority. Just now, after being interrupted, Park Wen had to forcibly perform it, which was undoubtedly a big taboo.

And the sword handed out by the old man, impartially, just stabbed on the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint, this move forcibly interrupted the flow of qi in Pu Wen's body, although it caused a lot of damage to him, but it was better than death.

……

The old man looked directly at the king's authority, and only then did he speak:

"The little doll is clever enough, like your father's style, but even so, I still want to kill you."

“……”

Wang Quanquan wanted to scold people at this moment, and he spent a long time spitting in vain.

His mind was racing rapidly, and just as he was about to speak, Yan Rongrong on the side was the first to ask:

"One of your seniors killed a few of our juniors, aren't you afraid to spread it out and make the Jianghu people laugh?"

The old man doesn't care:

"The old man has been sealing the sword for twenty years, how many people in the world still remember the name of the sword immortal?

Even if someone dares to laugh at the old man behind his back, it's a big deal to kill them together. ”

"This old man is murderous when he opens his mouth, and he is murderous when he closes his mouth.

Lao Tzu is also dead horizontally, and vertical is also dead.

Fuck it, fight! ”

Thinking of this, the king's authority was aroused by the real fire, and he raised his hand and said:

"Senior, boy, I really want to fight with your old man, but unfortunately I was destroyed in the previous big battle, I know that the seniors don't care about the infamy of victory, but if the juniors die like this, I am really not convinced.

So before he died, he wanted to ask his predecessors about the sword like his father did back then, and I wonder if the seniors could teach a thing or two? ”

Wang Quanquan said this neither humble nor arrogant, but his heart was beating a drum, this old man was moody, and he didn't know if he could poke his pain points.

"Hahaha, such an arrogant boy, since you have lost your martial arts, why do you think you are qualified to ask me for a sword?"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, not knowing whether he was really amused, or laughing at the stubborn resistance of the young man in front of him.

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan had a serious face, and said word by word:

"With the younger generation, you can kill immortals."

"Oh?"

For the first time, the old man looked at the young man in front of him, and the other party dared to threaten to kill the immortal when he knew that he had stepped into the realm of the Sword Immortal, I don't know if he was so confident or alive like this.

If it was the former, he wouldn't mind that he would be able to use this sword move that claimed to kill immortals.

"Well, I'd like to see what you can do."

"Old immortal, let's say okay, I don't have internal strength, so the two of us only compete with sword moves, and we are not allowed to use sword qi and sword intent, whoever can't help but use it is Lao Wang Ba."

"Shhh

The arrogant words of the king's authority made the companions present break out in a cold sweat, this ancestor will not give up if he offends the old man to death, right?

"No problem." The old man had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

He is a trustworthy person, if the other party really has a move that makes his eyes shine, he doesn't mind letting the other party go, and if he just talks quickly, he doesn't mind pulling out the other party's tongue before killing.

Wang Quanquan was crazy in his mouth, but he was too empty in his heart, and he could only pray now that the trick was really amazing enough.

……

"The general trend of the world, if you divide for a long time, you will be together, and you will be divided for a long time."

In a school in the capital, a teacher is shaking his head to teach students.

"Sir, what is the general trend of the world today?"

One student asked.

Mr. Teach closed a book called "National Policy" in his hand, stroked his gray beard and said:

"When we usually talk about the world, we take the Central Plains first, but the real world includes the whole of Kyushu.

A country across the sea from us is still disturbing the southeast coast, let alone farther away.

Closer to life, the four alien races are like hungry wolves, always keeping an eye on the fertile land of the Central Plains, as long as one is not careful, the army will be overwhelming.

Xichi has a religion in the sky, the old emperor is old, and the two princes are ambitious.

The Great Khan of Northern Turkistan, Agudam, is in the prime of his life, and has integrated the various tribes that have always fought separately, and the little prince has inherited his father's ability to fight and fight, and is also a threat that cannot be ignored.

Although Donghan has the smallest moves, there is a prime minister who is good at planning, the general from the Central Plains has been behind the scenes for a long time, controlling a big game of chess, fortunately their king Chu Buxiu is old and has no successor, otherwise he must be the most troublesome of the four clans.

As for Nanqiang, although the news has been the least, it should not be underestimated, they have always been rebellious, and a newly appointed patriarch recently seems to be very methodical. ”

Speaking of this, the old gentleman paused and looked out the window, where a strong figure was standing quietly.

The old master shook his head and continued:

"As for the Central Plains, it is the most peaceful at present, but the more peaceful it is on the surface, the more undercurrent is surging underneath."

After the old gentleman finished speaking slowly, he announced the end of class, and when the students had left, the sturdy figure with a height of seven feet appeared in front of the old master.

The strong man didn't say a word, and opened his huge palm, revealing the four copper coins inside.

One of the four copper coins was obviously different from the other three, and the old man took the copper plate with "Da Yuan Tongbao" written on it into his arms and sighed.

……

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