In front of Zilanxuan, the climate is dry, and the flow of people on the street seems to be blurred, like the background in an ink painting.

The long street is picturesque.

The two people on the left and right sides of the eyes confronted each other, making the surrounding people and the environment lose color, and only they seemed real.

"Uncle Shi?"

Wei Zhuang listened to the indifferent three words of the tall white-haired old man from dozens of feet away, his sharp eyes flashed, and his voice contained a sharp edge:

"I will really put gold on my face, since I have been defeated in the hands of the previous generation of leaders, according to the rules of the Guigu, I should hide from the world, respect the leaders of the previous generation, and now I am back in the rivers and lakes, and the rules have been broken, what face do you have to call the people of the Guigu faction again?"

He is now a Sikou in South Korea.

The great general Ji Wuye invited Fang Xian Dao people from overseas, including the descendants of the previous generation of horizontal swords in front of him, he had already known it, but he didn't go to test it.

Unexpectedly, when I heard that the teacher was suspected of coming to South Korea today, the other party actually came to Zilanxuan with him.

Obviously, it's not for himself, or he has already gone to Si Kou's Mansion to find himself, so who is coming for it, it goes without saying......

Weizhuang.

He's still the same teenager he was more than a decade ago.

Looking at the previous generation of Guigu heirs who came to the teacher in front of him, he naturally didn't have a good face.

"Boy, his eyes are not respectful, his teeth are sharp."

Kuaiche's face was calm, his wide-sleeved robe shook slightly, and a strangely shaped ancient sword in the five-fingered hand in the sleeve had already trembled:

"It seems that the old man wants to teach you a lesson for your teacher on what it means to respect the teacher."

Rumble!

From the tall old man's body, a violent sword aura like a great river has invisibly emerged, which is the clever sword intent in the Guigu Heng Sword Technique, crazy as the wind, fierce as a wave, murderous, open and close.

Kuicher's white hair was windless.

But at this time.

"Jiang's disciple, it's not your turn to help me teach me a lesson."

A faint voice came out of Zilan Xuan, with a hint of calm.

Moment.

In the surrounding streets, the wind swept up a circle of airflow, blowing the eaves and gravel on the street.

"Sure enough, the Lord is inside!"

The eagle-like terrifying eyes looked at Zilanxuan.

Wei Zhuang also heard this familiar voice at the same time, and the cold and sharp expression on his face suddenly became calm and excited:

"Teacher, sure enough, it's here."

In the purple orchid pavilion.

The purple girl had been guessing the man drinking at the table behind the screen in the pavilion for the past half a day, and she actually had a guess in her heart.

Until this moment, two powerful momentum suddenly appeared outside.

One is Wei Zhuang, which is the true qi of the grandmaster level.

The other is even more terrifying!

It seems to be the same as Wei Zhuang's sword intent, but it is even higher, more than ten times stronger, it is completely ......

"Grand Master!"

But when the purple girl's face changed in shock, she realized that a terrible person was meeting Wei Zhuang at the door.

I heard the middle-aged man downstairs drink a glass of wine, turned his back to Zilanxuan, and said what Fang just said.

One more moment.

Wei Zhuang's tall figure appeared at the door of Zilanxuan, and his face was full of emotional ups and downs and admiration.

"Teacher!"

When he came to the door, he immediately saw the familiar back of the teacher who was drinking with his back to them, more than ten years later, the teacher's back was still so tall and ordinary, giving their disciples a kind of fatherly generosity.

Jiang Taiyi turned his head and looked at this disciple who was already in his twenties, different from the young and immature when he was in the wine shop.

Today's Wei Zhuang has become too mature from his face, wearing a black and gold aristocratic robe, and his temperament between his eyebrows is more arrogant and cold than when he was a teenager.

After looking at this disciple, Jiang Taiyi smiled and said, "I've lost a little weight and I'm a little darker." ”

Wei Zhuang didn't say anything, just knelt on one knee and said goodbye.

The purple girl changed slightly in the attic: "It turns out that it is really Mr. Guigu?" ”

She immediately went downstairs.

I came to the hall and was about to meet him.

"Disciple of the Guigu faction, seeing that I don't practice the courtesy of juniors, naturally it's wrong for you, the teacher, to discipline you, is there anything wrong?"

The tall white-haired old man, already holding a wide ancient sword in his hand, stepped in from the threshold of Zilan Xuan, his breath flowing, spreading in all directions, and many guests of Zi Lan Xuan who were shocked just by virtue of his momentum quietly left their seats.

He looked at Jiang Taiyi and said indifferently:

"It's not just him, since you are the Guiguzi after Zhao Yi, when you see me, you should also be called uncle."

Jiang Taiyi couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and said: "As soon as you open your mouth, I know that you lost to Zhao Daoyou back then, and you really should, otherwise Mr. Guigu, who is dignified and closed, is his own identity and generation, and others think that Guigu was annexed by Confucianism." ”

"Zhao Daoyou?"

Kuaiche didn't pay attention to the ridicule in Jiang Taiyi's words, just stared at the ring in Jiang Taiyi's hand, and said:

"You're not my brother's heir? Then how did you get the token of the head of the Guigu faction? ”

At the top of the stairs, the purple girl also listened carefully to the words between the two strongmen, and then set her eyes on the ring on Jiang Tai's hand......

It turns out that Mr. Guigu Jiang Taiyi is not the descendant of the previous generation of Guiguzi? It's a peer-to-peer relationship?!

Isn't that completely the same generation as this old man Kuaiche, and even because of the relationship between the head of the family's tokens, it is only in the Guigu faction, and it is even higher than Kuaiche.

But Jiang Taiyi obviously didn't care about the status of any sect like Kui Che, he just raised his glass, looked at the ring on his thumb, thought of the old man more than 20 years ago, drank a glass of wine, and said:

"Before your senior brother died, he temporarily entrusted me with this ring and Guiguzi's identity, and I just took it for him, what? Look at the way you look......"

He looked at Kui Che and said lightly.

"Want?"

Kuaiche's white hair was flying, a pair of slender old Danfeng eyes opened and closed, and his eyes fell on Jiang Taiyi, and said: "With your deeds of breaking the sword Cao Qiudao and shattering the six sword slaves back then, this ring is in your hand, and it is not an insult to the identity of the Ghost Valley, but whether you are really worthy of me calling you 'the master', you have to take the old man's sword and convince the old man, the heir of the horizontal sword." ”

Jiang Taiyi shook his head and drank a glass of wine: "High-sounding, too much nonsense." ”

"Are you going to sit there and pick up the old man's sword?"

Kuaicher's mood fluctuated, seeing that Jiang Taiyi didn't get up at all, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he laughed:

"Guiguzi has always been the number one madman in the world, you are considered to be a beginner, it depends on whether you can really sit under the sword of the old man!"

Rumble!

A milky white air mass exploded directly around the body of the old man, and it was suddenly the Great Grandmaster's true qi was violently lifted, and the white mist formed by evaporating the body fluids was evaporated, and the heat wave roared out.

Boom!

Shark teeth around the waist, out of the body.

The sound of swords bursts, the sword is swallowed, and a majestic sword momentum soaring into the sky is thrilling, and in the wind and thunder, it is like a hidden dragon ascending to the sky, sweeping over, and the breath oppresses the entire Zilanxuan!

A sword drew a purple-red trace, as if all the air had been chopped, cut in half, and came to Jiang Taiyi.