Shen Ling followed the voice, and a tall and thin sword cultivator with a slightly fierce face paced towards him.

Judging from the outfit, this person is actually a master-level figure in Shushan, and his cultivation is definitely above the Jindan realm!

Yingke Peak is a place to entertain guests, and at most it is taken care of by high-level disciples of Shu Mountain, how can there be a strong person in the Jindan Realm?

And, in the middle of the night, just when you were about to get your hands on it?

This person's identity is not pure...

Just thinking about it, Ye Bufan beside him was shocked, and while he was happy, his eyes rolled and he hurriedly stepped forward:

"Senior, the two of us are just sparring to prepare for tomorrow's sword debate..."

Shen Ling couldn't help but sigh that this kid's adaptability was also called heaven's choice.

The slender and tall sword cultivator didn't have the slightest doubt, nodded and said:

"It's not early, you have to hurry up and rest, tomorrow morning, the sect will naturally announce the regulations of the sword!"

Shen Ling was hindered by etiquette, and also arched his hand:

"Thank you seniors for telling me, I'll go back and rest in the next place."

Then, he turned to the little junior brother:

"Senior Brother Ye, let's try again another day?"

"Okay, senior brother, junior brother, I will definitely accompany you..."Ye Bufan suppressed his disbelief in his heart, and reluctantly smiled.

Shen Ling ignored him anymore, glanced at the tall and thin sword cultivator, and then paced into the hospital.

After Ye Bufan and the others left, his heart beat sharply.

If it weren't for the intervention of this Shu Mountain powerhouse, Senior Brother's sword qi would definitely open a bloody hole in his body!

Why is that?

The dignified son of the Chosen One, with an innate sword domain, and his cultivation was a whole order higher than him, how could he be so easily dissolved by the sword power?

What went wrong?

Just when Ye Bufan was puzzled, unconsciously, the thin and tall sword cultivator had already approached.

"Ye Bufan, is your uncle okay?"

Hearing this, Ye Bufan was suddenly shocked!

When he looked at this person again, the other party's cold face desperately squeezed out some laughter, which looked even more ugly than crying, and it was a little funny.

"Are you..."Ye Bufan asked tentatively, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

"Mencius period, Shushan Ming Jinfeng Peak Lord, your uncle Qin Boya and I are close friends of life and death..."

Ye Bufan's eyelids twitched, and he said with tears:

"Senior, you finally appeared, you have been in Shushan for so long, and the younger generation thought that you had forgotten about me."

Mencius obviously didn't expect this child to be so easily emotional, and said solemnly:

"How can I forget what Boya told me? This is not the place for you and me to talk, let's go, I'll take you to Ming Jinfeng and have a good chat. ”

"The juniors listen to you."

The haze in Ye Bufan's heart was suddenly swept away, and the person who the godfather had confessed to before suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he had given him an injection, and he was so excited that he couldn't be more excited.

The two of them flew away from Yingke Peak, bypassed several hanging mountains, and landed in a courtyard of Mingjin Peak.

"This is the place where I practice alone, no one disturbs, you can talk with confidence."

Mencius led Ye Bufan into the room, lit the candle, and invited him to sit down, his face was still cold, without too much expression.

"Senior..."

Ye Bufan was about to ask a question, but Mencius stopped him and said in a stiff tone:

"Not much to say, there are two things that Boya confesses, the first of these is to entertain you well, rest assured, during the period of Shushan Sword Debate, you can come to me if you have any difficulties..."

"This second thing is to kill the one surnamed Shen. Although I am completely sure to kill him, Shushan is not a good place to do things after all, so we can only wait for him to leave before we do it. ”

This Mencius period said too straightforwardly, Ye Bufan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking:

"The seniors didn't ask, why did we kill him?"

"Why do you ask so much? Boya and I are close friends, do you need any more reason to kill someone? ”

Mencius looked at him with this:

"Besides, you are Boya's godson, don't guess, you must want to eradicate dissidents so that you can help you get on the throne, right?"

Ye Bufan was shocked, the cheap godfather actually revealed such a private matter to Mencius, it seems that the relationship between the two is really different.

"Everything is arranged by the seniors, and after the matter is completed, Ye Mou will definitely thank you."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm doing all this for Boya." Mencius's eyes lit up, "In the early years, before the two of us entered the sect, they were confidants who shared hardships and tribulations, brothers who crawled out of the pile of the dead, not to say that they were born on the same day in the same year, but to die on the same day and in the same year..."

"I see, since you are the brother of your godfather, then I will call you uncle, and I will not see you?" Ye Bufan pretended to be emotional.

Mencius was stunned for a moment, and then tried his best to laugh:

"It's really reasonable, don't worry, even if the person surnamed Shen is stronger than you, he won't be the opponent of the Jindan Realm Sword Sect."

Ye Bufan was apprehensive when he heard it, and couldn't help but refute:

"Shen Ling's cultivation is only in the foundation building period, so he can transform my sword momentum, it is completely coincidental..."

"Coincidentally? Not necessarily. "Mencius is upright," there is a faint sword technique similar to the true intent of the Sword Sect of the Divine Sword Sect in the swordsmanship he used, which can just break your sword momentum. ”

"It can't be!" Ye Bufan stood up, with shock on his face, "The Heavenly Illusion Sect only has the Sword Dao Mental Method of Quenching the Divine Sword Sutra, how can Shen Ling use the sword intent of the Divine Sword Sect?" ”

"Don't get excited, nephew, I just said something similar, and it doesn't have to be. When the competition is played tomorrow, everything will be revealed. Mencius said unhurriedly.

Ye Bufan sat down slowly, trying to calm down, but his face was still in disbelief.

Suddenly, he remembered that the last time he confronted Senior Brother, the other party had mentioned the great opportunity he had encountered in the Falling Tomb.

Could it be that ...

Just when Ye Bufan was suspicious, Mencius also stood up and said lightly:

"Virtuous nephew, Boya values you very much, tomorrow Shushan will discuss the sword, you must play it well, don't let down his hard cultivation."

Ye Bufan hurriedly thanked him:

"What my uncle said is very true, my nephew will do his best to get a good ranking and give his godfather a long face."

"Well, it's not early, you better go back to Yingke Peak, in case the same door in Shushan sees it, and there is criticism behind it..."

"Nephew understands, uncle, please stay, don't send it."

Mencius bowed slightly, and watched Ye Bufan leave his residence, and the sword escaped into the night.

Then, with a sigh of relief, he said to himself:

"Boya, although you and I serve the two masters, we are still brothers, and the brothers have a trust, and I will do my best..."

With that, the candle flame was extinguished again, and the whole person was immersed in the dark room and began to meditate quietly.

Meanwhile.

The main peak of Shu Mountain, Wuji Palace.

The main hall was brightly lit, and several incense burners were billowing smoke.

In the hall, the thirteen Taibao carried the spirit sword, each solemn, waiting for the arrival of Situ Rin, the head of Shushan.

"Lao Shui, why hasn't the head of the house arrived yet, is it that people are old and their legs and feet are not good?" Duan Qingchen couldn't hold it back, and couldn't help but show some slackness.

Shui Mohan didn't look at her, he still put on a steady demeanor, and only whispered:

"Don't mumble, the old man's legs and feet are not good, but his ears are smart..."

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew through the main hall, blowing the smoke around, and coiled on the throne, slowly forming a human form.

"Who said bad things about Lao Tzu just now?"

Situ Rin has white hair and black beard, and the wind and dust come in the dust, the fairy aura is rippling, and the majesty reveals a trace of unruliness.

Shui Mohan's tiger body was shocked, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly stepped forward to bow:

"Uncle Master, your skills have increased a lot, it's really gratifying..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know the careful thinking of your thirteen? Want to lie flat? Soy sauce? There are no doors! ”

Hearing this, Shui Mohan's face shook, and the secret sound reached Situ Rin's ears:

"Old man, can you give your nephew some face? The apprentices are all present, you even taught me a lesson, and it will be difficult to lead the team in the future..."

"Bullshit, Lao Tzu is in a very bad mood, those old things of the Sword Sect actually made a small circle behind Shushan's back, and secretly arranged Lao Tzu... Grandma's, Lao Tzu must find his way back! ”

When Situ Rin passed this secret sound, his face was still serious.

Shui Mohan secretly said that it was not good.

Sure enough, Situ Rin's eyes were shining, and he said cruelly:

"This time Shushan is on the sword, you thirteen Taibao will give me a play, don't release water to Lao Tzu, kill him cleanly!"