Suddenly, in his eyes, Yang Yingming's round and smooth swordsmanship was clearly engraved in his mind, as if he had practiced thousands or thousands of times, and he was extremely familiar. Moreover, the understanding of the Yao Shaoxuan Sword has also reached a level that cannot be touched and imagined in the previous life.

Xiao Yichen was stunned, even if he had twenty more years of cultivation in his previous life, and he also had a deeper understanding of the Yao Shaoxuan Sword, but he could be sure that his own comprehension in the previous life was definitely not as high as the current realm, which was definitely not a level, but I don't know how many times.

Why is this happening?

Xiao Yichen stared at Yang Yingming in shock, and his doubts became more and more intense as his round sword fingers flew up and down.

It was said that Yao Shaoxuan Sword only had a short eighteen styles, and in order to take care of Yang Rufeng's recording and comprehension, Yang Yingming had deliberately slowed down, but it didn't take much time.

It's just a moment of effort, and it's already the last move.

Suddenly, the cold that invaded the bone marrow on the white round jade that Xiao Yichen was clinging to his chest suddenly dissipated, becoming as usual, only with a slight coolness.

At the same time, Xiao Yichen was also surprised to find that the comprehension of the Yue Yao Shaoxuan Sword in his mind ended here, the front was round and wishful, and the seventeen styles that flowed through the clouds and water seemed to have been tempered thousands of times, which was deep in his mind, but the last move was almost no different from the experience before rebirth, and it was far from the previous seventeen styles.

"Could it be...... Could it be ......" Xiao Yichen's eyes flashed suddenly, and a bold conjecture gradually formed in his heart: "Is it because of the relationship of this round jade that I have obtained the realm of the second uncle's sword of Yao Shaoxuan......?" It's incredible, isn't it? ”

Xiao Yichen stood in shock, although what he thought in his heart was extremely ridiculous, but he found that there was no better explanation than that, especially when the blazing temperature from the round jade suddenly disappeared, the comprehension of the last form of the Yue Yao Shao Xuan Sword came to an abrupt end, which is a clear proof, indicating that the round jade and his own comprehension of the Yue Yao Shao Xuan Sword definitely have a great relationship.

Just when Xiao Yichen was stunned, Yang Yingming withdrew his sword finger and asked in a deep voice, "Rufeng, do you see clearly?"

Yang Rufeng had a hint of excitement on his face, and nodded heavily: "See clearly, see clearly! There are still three months, enough for me to fuse it with the Lingyun Shaoxuan Sword, even if it can't exert too much power, three or four percent should be no problem." ”

"That's good, in three months, you can comprehend three or four percent, which can be regarded as extremely talented!" Yang Yingming nodded.

I saw it clearly, I saw it clearly, and I realized it very deeply!

You Yang Rufeng can comprehend the power of three or four percent after three months, then I have almost directly copied Yang Yingming's comprehension of the Yao Shaoxuan Sword, and at least I can exert eighty percent of the power!

Xiao Yichen was extremely excited in his heart, he never dreamed that his comprehension of the Yue Yao Shaoxuan Sword would reach such a point, and this realm was almost copied to Yang Yingming.

"Who! Who's where?"

Just when Xiao Yichen was excited, Yang Yingming let out a low shout, and his right hand condensed into a sword finger, pointing at Xiao Yichen.

Rumble!

A big tree more than ten meters tall beside Xiao Yichen was hit by the sword qi and exploded.

Xiao Yichen couldn't dodge, and his body was directly overturned by the explosion of air, and the sawdust leaves in the sky fell on him.

"Second uncle, yes, it's me!"

The stumps and leaves flying in the sky fell, and Xiao Yichen got up in embarrassment.

"Xiao Yichen, what are you doing there?" Yang Yingming frowned slightly and said coldly. For Xiao Yichen, he was very impressed, this kid is the only disciple of the Yang family with a foreign surname, he was picked up at the age of five, and he has also grown up in Yaofeng for ten years, but his talent is very average, and he can't become a big thing.

"This is Xiao Yichen, a disciple surnamed Xiao who Yang Yukun picked up back then? I really don't know what this kind of talented outsider is bringing back for. Yang Rufeng's gaze swept over, and the condescension and disdain in his eyes were fully revealed.

Lingyunfeng Yang Rufeng, among the younger generation of disciples of the Yang family, is one of the best in strength, and his heart is extremely high, unruly, and he is not pleasing to anyone. But he is extremely talented, powerful, and the youngest son of the Lingyun Peak Lord's favorite, but no one dares to mess with him.

"Cousin Yang Rufeng, hello!" Xiao Yichen still hadn't been able to fully adapt to the fact that he had been reborn, looking at Yang Rufeng, the corners of his mouth twitched and said in a deep voice.

"Cousin, how does a disciple with a foreign surname qualify to be my cousin? I don't know why Yang Yukun's idiot brought you back back then, it was a complete waste of our Yang family's resources, and the Yang family didn't raise waste. Yang Rufeng glanced at him and said coldly.

Xiao Yichen raised his eyebrows, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Brother Yang Yukun is the most respectable person among the three generations of disciples of the Yang family, and he is also your eldest brother, please bring some respect!"

"Respect?" Yang Rufeng raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "Yang Yukun, the idiot of the family, was willing to give up his good future for the sake of that woman, and finally lost his surname." Besides, a dead idiot deserves my Yang Rufeng's respect?

Xiao Yichen's figure flashed, and he was about to rush over: "You are presumptuous......"

Back then, Yang Yukun brought him back to the Yang family from Wanyu Mountain, although he was extremely strict, he was full of care. If it weren't for Yang Yukun and his wife Wan Qingyun, I am afraid that Xiao Yichen would have died in Wanyu Mountain long ago. In the last life, after Yang Yukun passed away, Wan Qingyun maintained him everywhere and cared about him. For him, he even offended Yang Yingming and others repeatedly, and was snubbed and bullied by the family for this, but he didn't care.

Xiao Yichen has long regarded Yang Yukun and Wan Qingyun as his reborn parents, biological brother and sister-in-law.

Now, Yang Rufeng actually humiliated Yang Yukun, who had died, in front of him, which made him angry.

"Yichen!"

A familiar but unfamiliar voice came from behind Xiao Yichen.

Xiao Yichen's body that was about to rush out suddenly froze. This voice, how familiar this voice is, but it has been away from him for more than ten years.

Xiao Yichen turned around violently, and more than ten meters behind him, a woman came slowly, about twenty-four or five years old, it should have been the most dazzling period for women, but her face was pale and her expression was extremely haggard.

"Sister-in-law...... Sister-in-law!" Xiao Yichen looked at the haggard woman who came slowly in a daze, excited.

Wan Qingyun slowly walked in front of Xiao Yichen, gently patted his already immature face, and pulled him behind him.

"Yang Rufeng, Yang Yukun is your eldest brother, don't you feel ashamed to say this about a deceased relative?" Wan Qingyun's voice was refreshing and soft, with a hint of exhaustion, but it couldn't hide that trace of anger.

"Relatives, in the hearts of cultivators like us, there is only cultivation, only the way of the mystical spirit. He was willing to dissipate most of his strength for you, and gave up the most important Xuan Spirit Qi as a Xuan Person. Such an idiot, what qualifications do you have to be my relative?" Yang Rufeng held his head high, his eyes full of contempt.

Wan Qingyun had long been accustomed to the people of the Yang family treating her husband like this, and the trace of anger that had just surged in her heart gradually receded.

"Second uncle, when Yang Yukun was dying, you were also in front of his bedside, don't forget your promise, if you didn't have that Ning Zhen Pill, how could you break through the Nine Grades of Cave Xuan and become a powerhouse who broke through the Xuan Primordial Heavy?"

Yang Yingming raised his eyebrows, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Like the wind, let's go. After speaking, his body turned into a cyan light and shadow, and disappeared in a flash.

Yang Rufeng turned his head, looked at Wan Qingyun and Xiao Yichen, and said disdainfully: "Xiao Yichen, I know that you have always wanted to obtain the surname of the Yang family, so let's do it, if you can enter the top eight in the family disciple competition in three months, I will let the family give you the surname of the Yang family." Of course, if you meet me in the game, you can only blame your fate, because you are dead!"

Xiao Yichen took a deep breath and was about to answer.

"No need, whether Yichen can get the surname Yang or not has nothing to do with you. Wan Qingyun gently stopped him, her beautiful and haggard face was as plain as water, took Xiao Yichen's hand, and turned to leave.

"A disciple with an ordinary talent with a foreign surname actually wants to be given the surname of the Yang family, and he still wants to enter Qiyun Pavilion, which is really unbelievable. If it weren't for the old men's care, they would have killed you today. Maybe in three months, the family will have to participate in the big more than all three generations of disciples, and it won't be too late to kill you at that time. Yang Rufeng looked at the two people who left, sneered, and the murderous intent in his eyes was full of intent.