"Senior......?" didn't get a reply, Yuan Fan couldn't help but be disappointed in his heart, looking at the old man's skinny body, he was sure that this was an old man with a story.

He didn't ask anything more, and followed the old man silently, during which he heard the "she" in the old man's mouth more than once, and he kept guessing in his heart.

This old man's cultivation is not obvious, he seems to be thin and weak, but he has never put down the bundle of firewood on his back, even if he is panting and wheezing after walking for a while, he will not stop.

Every time the old man mentions that "she", his eyes are cloudy, his face is gloomy, and there is always a small glimmer of hope in his eyes, or he will show a weak look of vicissitudes.

Yuan Fan respected the old man very much, was silent, listened with his ears pricked up, held back the doubts in his heart, and did not interrupt without speaking.

"I still haven't been able to protect you after all, and I hate you for the years of your death!" The old man burst into tears, stopped and looked into the depths of the misty forest, and then looked at the sky.

Yuan Fan looked at the old man with his gaze, the endless white glow fluttered, and there seemed to be several Baiyunjing in the sky, inhabited by immortals, silent and silent.

"When you step into cultivation, you don't want to become an immortal, you just want to spend this life with you in this red dust. It's a pity that life is too short to live forever, how can I spend it with you! At this time, the old man whispered, and then his voice gradually increased, and two flashes of divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes, which were dazzling. Those were two wisps of sword qi, one black and one white, entangled with each other and clinging to each other.

Yuan Fan felt the change in the old man, and was shocked in place, not daring to move. At this moment, the old man in front of him was very different from before, his body seemed to contain endless power, endless killing energy, as if he could break the sky at any time and break through this layer of heaven.

The ancient trees around the sky are towering, and the white mist is filled, as if entering a sea of fog, boundless, and the rustling leaves play music, which makes people feel sad and powerless to listen to.

"Do you know why I found you?" It took a long time for the old man to speak, and now he had recovered like this, his demeanor and tone were unpretentious, just an old man carrying a bundle of firewood on his back.

"The juniors don't know!" Yuan Fan held back the thoughts in his heart and shook his head in response.

"Amazing, Immortal Qi Sword Body!" The old man probed Yuan Fan for a moment, showed a satisfied look, and said such eight words. Without waiting for Yuan Fan to ask, the old man continued: "Your physique is very special, I have seen it once. ”

Yuan Fan's face was pale, stepping into this life source star, stepping into cultivation, naturally heard of many special physiques, those people are all darlings of the Great Dao, whether they are practicing or cultivating, they are all endowed with extraordinary experience and grandeur.

But he had never heard of any "Immortal Qi Sword Body", let alone that he had such a special physique.

"Seniors, what is this Immortal Qi Sword Body, the younger generations have never heard of it. I have stepped into the practice, and I have never felt a special change in my physique. Yuan Fan was puzzled, he had a special physique, and he was naturally happy in his heart, and at the same time, he also had a trace of worry. He always felt that this kind of physique was not a good sign.

The old man turned his back to Yuan Fan, looked at the depths of the misty forest, sighed, and replied: "There are countless sword cultivators in the world, and there are countless people who have entered the way of the sword, but none of them can reach the end of the way of the sword. Many people give up halfway through. ”

"Sword cultivation and sword cultivation, I don't know whether it is sword cultivation or heart cultivation, some people think that sword cultivation is the practice of swordsmanship, and the practice of supreme sword skills and sword moves. There are also people who cultivate their minds, the sword in their hands is like their heart, and their thoughts are like swords, and they are upright. ”

The old man shook his head when he said this, and said with a bitter smile: "But, in fact, sword cultivation, whether it is sword cultivation or heart cultivation, is inseparable from the word 'cultivation'. ”

"It's a pity, even if some people understand this truth, they can't go to the end of the sword path, many sword cultivators start to get lost in the end, and they don't even have the strength to draw their swords, let alone sword cultivation."

Yuan Fan nodded thoughtfully and looked at the old man and waited for the following.

The old man looked back at Yuan Fan, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Regarding your physique, I have to start with a sword cultivator who has amazed an era of time......

I don't know when the years, I don't know the year and month, a sword cultivator was born, and that person found another way in order to get to the end of the sword path. He traveled all over the world to find a rare kind of Origin Qi, which is "Sword Qi".

This is a particularly rare Qi, which is a trace of sword intent left in the world after every ancient sword cultivator, and after years of change, it has turned into a kendo obsession.

That sword cultivator collected these sword obsessions and fulfilled the regrets in the obsession for those dead sword cultivators. Gradually, I don't know how many years passed, one day that sword cultivator found that in his sword path, there was a kind of Qi that he had never seen before, and his power was incomparably pure.

He began to pay attention to the fact that when this Qi fused with sword moves and sword techniques, his strength became stronger, and the path of the sword path became suddenly clear and had a direction.

"Senior, so that sword cultivator is the founder?" When Yuan Fan heard this, his heart was greatly shaken.

"Considered a pioneer, that kind of Qi is very rare, and it takes constant effort to fulfill the last wish of the dead sword cultivator before it can be generated. But then there is no one who can do it. The old man replied, sighing deeply as he spoke, as if he wanted to say something.

Yuan Fan lowered his head and pondered, he seemed to have guessed a thing or two. About the origin of their own physique.

"Senior, does that sword cultivator have any descendants?" After a while, Yuan Fan asked.

"There is a descendant. After the sword cultivator and the Taoist monk left a son, they flew into the sky and disappeared. And the descendant of that sword cultivator miraculously inherited his father's sword origin Qi and practiced the amazing Xianqi sword body. The old man was asked by Yuan Fan and smiled, the smile on the corner of his mouth was undisguised, and he continued: "With the Immortal Qi Sword Body, it is naturally not ordinary, and the descendant of that sword cultivator has also amazed an era, and he is a supreme Sword Emperor!" ”

Yuan Fan was stunned again when he heard this, he felt incredible, touched his arm, and looked at his chest again, could it be that he had the Immortal Qi Sword Body, and he would definitely be the Sword Emperor in the future?

The old man saw what he was thinking, and chuckled: "With the Immortal Qi Sword Body, you may not be able to become a Sword Emperor, and it will not be much worse. Nowadays, although your physique is extremely rare, it is very difficult to cultivate and improve your kendo realm. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Fan looked disappointed and hurriedly asked, "Senior, what is the reason for this, why is it difficult to move forward in the way of the sword?" ”

"Because there is no such sword qi in the world, but ......" The old man glanced at Yuan Fan and said with a smile: "You are different, because you are the chosen one." ”

Yuan Fan was silent, his face was as calm as water, and he affirmed the guess in his heart that the source of his physique was the result of his cultivation in his previous life.

From the fact that the black dragon in the dantian in the entrance called himself the master, and from the familiarity of holding the broken sword, in fact, he had already guessed that he was the reincarnated body.

And the so-called Chosen Son is nothing more than a monk who knows that he can't move forward, and he has cultivated his whole life, and with earth-shattering means, he has escaped the Great Dao Butcher's Knife and entered reincarnation to practice again.

This method has many advantages, but the disadvantage is that there is no memory of the previous life, but in a certain period of time, some scattered past events will be recalled.

"Senior, you don't have to hide it, tell me what you're looking for me." Yuan Fan went straight to the point, looked at the old man's eyes, and wanted to see a clue or two from those disgraceless eyes.

"Haha~" The old man touched his chin and smiled, nodded and praised: "The Immortal Qi Sword Body is really extraordinary, and the wisdom is outstanding." I don't want to look for you for anything other than to help you go further. This can be regarded as mutual assistance with you, a kind of cause and effect, and I have nothing else to ask for, I only hope that you can do one thing for me in the years to come, as for what it is, I haven't thought about it yet. ”

As he spoke, the old man tightened the bundle of firewood on his back, and walked on no further. He didn't seem to care if Yuan Fan would follow, he didn't look back, and he didn't stop.

Yuan Fan stood in place and thought for a moment, his palm flowed divine power, and he sacrificed the spirit iron sword and flew into the mist, and then he continued to follow behind the old man. He didn't know where the old man would take him, and of course, he wasn't afraid that the old man would harm him.

On the other side, the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Holy Land and the Immortal Holy Land had stopped fighting, and the two old men were standing in the air, and they had fought hundreds of times, whether it was supernatural powers, spells, or sacrificing divine weapons to fight, they were unable to help each other.

The cliffs were all smashed into rubble, and the ancient trees in the forest were destroyed, which really shocked many monks who watched the battle, and they retreated one after another, for fear of being affected.

The drunkard fat Taoist priest and the big yellow dog were among them, one person and one dog were very leisurely, sitting on a huge mulberry tree a hundred miles away, their eyes were blazing, and they watched the battle with relish.

"Why hasn't the damn old man been killed, and the old man in white is too weak." The big yellow dog grinned with fangs, was very disdainful, and complained unashamedly, looking like he was pointing at the country.

"You think it's a dog, you can kill it if you want to, that's the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Holy Land, and if you can sit in that position, you are not ordinary people." The fat Taoist priest's face was flushed, and during the war, he didn't know how much wine he drank, and he leaned lazily on the trunk of the tree.

"Wang!" When the big yellow dog heard this, he turned his head suddenly, and said with bared teeth: "Dead fatty, you'd better be careful when you speak, what do you think it's a dog, kill it if you want to, believe it or not, this king bites off your left thigh." ”

"Hehe, don't, the poor road is talking about a dog, you are a dog, obviously a mighty and domineering dog!" The fat Taoist priest looked at the big yellow dog with canine teeth, and the spirit of the spirit shuddered, and explained with a smile, stretching the word "divine dog" very long.

"I love to hear what you say, but why do you think you're fooling this king." The big yellow dog sat solemnly, staring at the fat Taoist priest with a suspicious expression.

"Ahem~" The fat Taoist priest was furious, coughed twice, and said seriously: "This is the heartfelt words of the poor Dao, don't be suspicious of the divine dog Daoist." ”

The big yellow dog grinned, showed a pleased gaze, nodded, and said with a smile: "Fatty, in fact, you are not bad, compared to a thin old man that this king met, you are much more serious." ”

"You're talking about a skinny old man in a tattered zodiac?" The fat Taoist priest opened the wine jug and was about to pour it violently, when he heard the words of the big yellow dog, he was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively.

"Do you know that yellow-robed old man?" The big yellow dog looked over and wondered.

"No...... I don't know, and I've only heard of it. The fat Taoist priest muttered, and in order to hide his lying expression, he put the wine jug on the fat face and poured it violently.

"It's better not to know him, otherwise, I'm afraid that the wine in your jug will not be guaranteed, and your soft sword will also fall into his hands!"

"That's right, I heard that the thin old man robbed everything, and he was lustful, even the beauties of the great sects and the fairies of the Holy Land could not be spared. But it doesn't matter, if you meet, Poor Dao will come to ask for the help of the divine dog Daoist and loot him. The drunkard fat Taoist priest waved his hand, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"This king likes you very much to call this king a divine dog, since this is the case, then this king will definitely help you then." The big yellow dog blinked, then changed the topic, looked at the shattered cliff in the distance, and continued: "The strong men of the older generation have fallen behind, and in this generation, there may be many young Tianjiao. ”

The fat Taoist glanced at the big yellow dog, turned his head to look into the depths of the misty forest, and nodded, "You may be right. This 100,000-mile forest seems to be awakening. You say, will the legendary Origin Sword Qi be hidden in this forest? ”