After almost reaching Shen Yiping's limit, Song Yizhi gave up.

Shen Yiping, who had gained a lot, found an open space and sat down, and began to review his various shortcomings in the battle just now.

Song Yizhi turned his head to look at Shen Bu, his bright eyes were full of anticipation, "Uncle wants to talk to me?" ”

"Let the Fifth Elder come." Shen Bu spoke.

He's not ready for that yet.

After all, in his eyes, Zhizhi was still that fragile little girl.

Song Yizhi shrugged his shoulders, and then his gaze fell on Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan said softly, "Let's go two days." ”

Before the words fell, Rong Yueyuan walked up and reached out to take the long sword in Song Yizhi's hand, and then pulled her to say goodbye to Shen Bu.

The two left the main peak, and Song Yizhi dragged Rong Yueyuan and refused to leave.

Rong Yueyuan stretched out his arm and reached out to pick up Song Yizhi and walk towards Kyaukyue Peak.

Song Yizhi shrank in Rong Yueyuan's arms, found a comfortable position and closed her eyes to recuperate, and after a long time, she asked, "It's all dealt with?" ”

Rong Yueyuan responded, and said as he walked, "It's all dealt with, and there will be a precept hall in the future." ”

Song Yizhi responded.

After returning all the way back to Kyaukyue Peak, Rong Yueyuan found that the person in his arms had fallen asleep.

Rong Yueyuan carefully placed Song Yizhi on the bed, looked at the person who turned over and turned his back to him, he bent down and pulled the neatly stacked quilt to cover Song Yizhi.

Looking at Song Yizhi, who had fallen asleep, Rong Yueyuan got up and left the room and walked towards the refining room.

By the time Song Yizhi woke up from this sleep, it was already a few days later.

Song Yizhi woke up for a while, and when she turned over lazily to look, she saw a man sitting on a futon meditating not far away.

Looking at the man who hadn't changed at all, Song Yizhi watched quietly, and got up after lying on the bed for a while.

When Song Yizhi took the clothes on the side and put them on his body, Rong Yueyuan ended his meditation, he opened his eyes and looked at Song Yizhi who was dressing, and said softly, "Awake?" ”

Song Yizhi answered, and she turned to look over while wearing her belt.

Rong Yueyuan got up and walked over, and when Song Yizhi tied his belt, he took out a storage bag and handed it over.

Song Yizhi took it, his divine sense swept inside, and he was immediately shocked by what was inside.

The neatly stacked boxes are full of all kinds of hairpin jewelry, so many things, has he been refining weapons for the past seven years?

"Why are there so many?" Song Yizhi looked up at the man in front of him, and his eyes couldn't hide his surprise.

Rong Yueyuan took out a long hairpin and put it in Song Yizhi's bun like a trick, and then replied, "It's okay." ”

Song Yizhi sighed helplessly, and then put the storage bag in the storage bracelet.

"I think you might need this." As he spoke, Rong Yueyuan took out a long sword.

The snow-white long sword is somewhat similar to Wen Xue, but compared to Wen Xue, this sword has two words on its body, unruly.

Song Yizhi stretched out his hand to take it and felt the rejection of this sword towards him, followed by a fierce and swift sword qi.

"Good sword." Song Yizhi's fingers tightened, and the fierce sword qi shook her arm slightly.

Rong Yueyuan responded, looked at Song Yizhi, who could suppress this sword, and said, "When I made Wen Xue, there were still a lot of materials left, and I made this sword with my hand." ”

This sword is a little more fierce than Wen Xue, and it has been kept in the back mountain by himself all these years.

Originally, I was going to give this sword to Zhizhi after making a slight change, but Zhizhi went to the secret realm, so it was moved to the present.

Song Yizhi answered, and then her hand was loosened, and the fierce and unruly long sword floated quietly in midair.

Song Yizhi took a drop of blood and landed on the long sword.

The blood submerged into the long sword, and the snow-white long sword burst out with a white light, and then the long sword slashed through a white light and submerged into Song Yizhi's eyebrows.

Song Yizhi raised his hand and touched his eyebrows, then lowered his hand to look at Rong Yueyuan and asked, "Does this sword have a name?" ”

"Nope." Rong Yueyuan said.

Song Yizhi walked up and took Rong Yueyuan's hand, and said as he walked out, "Take one?" ”

Rong Yueyuan fell into deep thought.

When he walked to the open space, Song Yizhi took out his newly acquired sword, "Come, fight." ”

Rong Yueyuan responded, and then took out Wen Xue.

Looking at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar moves on the other side, Rong Yueyuan quickly reacted.

Twigs may have added a move and a half to his sword moves.

After a fight, Rong Yueyuan lost with half a move.

Song Yizhi bent his eyes, looking proud and proud, "How is it?" Convincing or not? ”

"Yes." Rong Yueyuan said seriously, "But I may not lose if I do it again." ”

Song Yizhi was not annoyed, she knew that Rong Yueyuan was telling the truth, and that she could win narrowly with half a move was nothing more than the first time he had seen this kind of sword move, and she was surprised.

Now that Rong Yueyuan has figured out how his sword moves are, if he fights a second time, he may not be able to win.

"As I said before, your sword moves are still a little lacking, and now I have made up for the lack of a little." As he spoke, Song Yizhi quickly retreated and distanced himself from Rong Yueyuan.

Then, the sword in her hand moved.

After a complete set of swordsmanship, Rong Yueyuan didn't speak, but the long sword moved.

With his extraordinary memory, Song Yizhi demonstrated the swordsmanship that Rong Yueyuan learned decently.

Rong Yueyuan knew that his swordsmanship was lacking, but that lack was really difficult to find, he pondered it countless times, but in the end he felt that he was still lacking one or two, and he didn't choose it.

Now Song Yizhi's half-move can be perfectly matched with his own swordsmanship.

After the first pass, Rong Yueyuan did not stop, he began the second swordsmanship.

Looking at the man who seemed to have entered the realm of epiphany over and over again, Song Yizhi silently carried his long sword and sat aside.

After Wei Ling and Baili Qi were let in by Song Yizhi and came all the way down the mountain road, they saw Rong Yueyuan holding Wen Xue practicing his sword, and there was no wind around him, but his clothes were flying.

Wei Ling and Baili Qi moved to Song Yizhi's side together.

"The swordsmanship of the five elders is really amazing." Wei Ling suppressed his voice and spoke, his tone couldn't hide admiration and awe, "From such a distance, the sharpness in the sword qi is still like a knife, this sword qi, this move, is worthy of being the first person in the way of the sword!" ”

Baili Qi on the side nodded in agreement.

"You're here to make a fuss, aren't you?" Song Yizhi quipped.

Wei Ling glared at Song Yizhi, and then said, "We came to you to have a discussion with you." ”

They didn't know what kind of strength Song Yizhi was, but Song Yizhi's opponents were all Yuanying, and they were really worried about Song Yizhi, so they came over after the cultivation ended.

"There's no urgency." Song Yizhi said with a smile, "Such a good opportunity, don't you steal a trick and a half?" ”

Wei Ling turned her head to look over, and the one and a half moves that she could see clearly were now only an afterimage, and she could clearly see the figure of the fifth elder, but she couldn't see the sword moves clearly.

At the same time, the wind around Rong Yueyuan was also spreading around.

"I can't see it at all!" Wei Ling moved behind Song Yizhi, "How can you learn if you can't see clearly?" ”

With a wave of Song Yizhi's hand, an enchantment appeared to cover them, preventing Wei Ling and the others from being injured by the wind blade rolled up by the sword qi.

(End of chapter)