Motoxi Island

This is the fifth day that Yan Qingyi has arrived in the country of Sakura, and through the eyeliner that Sacred Heart Kenzhai has arranged here, he has finally found the person he is looking for.

"Childe! This person is very mysterious, please be careful!"

Following Yan Qingyi's side, Zhang Shiyi, who was in charge of all the affairs of the Sacred Heart Sword Zhai in the Sakura Country, reminded uneasily.

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry!

smiled and comforted Zhang Shiyi, Yan Qingyi carried the sword box on his back, took a small boat alone, and went to a nearby island with a radius of no more than ten miles-Orange Island.

Whoa!

Orange Island, as the name suggests, is home to patches of orange trees. At this time, it is close to September, and among the lush green leaves, there are already a lot of green fruits. The sea breeze blew, and the branches fell with blue oranges, swaying around like mischievous elves.

Crunch!

The boots made of deerskin on Yan Qingyi's feet gently stepped on the orange branches on the ground.

The branches and leaves have dried up, and they creak when stepped on.

Under the piled branches, there were latent snakes and insects, disturbed by the movement of the branches, and crawled out in a panic, some turned around and ran, and some viciously counterattacked Yan Qingyi.

Click!

The vicious poisonous insect was strangled by an invisible force and fell to the ground before it got close to Yan Qingyi's body.

Yan Qingyi walked towards the center of the island step by step, each step he took was very small, but the distance of each step was very far, as if he had shrunk into inches.

After walking for about three or four miles, Yan Qingyi's eyes saw a simple patchwork hut with branches and planks.

Crunch!

An old man in short sleeves, with a somewhat gray face, hunched back, and a thin body, was standing on a wooden frame, pruning the orange trees around him.

The old man was so old that his hair was all gray and thin, and there weren't even many left. The skin on his hands was covered with age spots, and his muscles were atrophied, leaving him with only skin and bones.

Standing on the wooden frame, he trembled, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. He had a hard time pruning the branches, and a branch that came out of chopsticks often had to be cut several times before it could be cut.

The moment he saw the old man, Yan Qingyi stopped, his beautiful face showed a cautious look, and the momentum on his body was instinctively stimulated.

As if sensing that someone was coming, the hunchbacked old man cut a large green orange from the branch and slowly climbed down the shelf.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The hunchbacked old man who got off the wooden frame coughed desperately twice, and his body looked like he was about to fall apart at any time, and his condition was extremely bad.

"I don't have anything to entertain here, do you want to have one? The taste is sour, I don't know if you are used to it? It would be good if you could wait until October, when the oranges are sweet!"

The hunchbacked old man's wrinkled face squeezed out a smile, like a dry orange peel, he held the orange's hand and stretched out towards Yan Qingyi.

"Third uncle, oranges, you better keep them for yourself and eat them! After today, you won't have a chance to eat them!"

Yan Qingyi's tone was light, with a faint hint of murder.

"Hehe! Third Uncle, what a familiar name! No one has called it for many years!"

The hunchbacked old man shook his head with a smile, and then laboriously peeled off the green orange in his hand, revealing the orange flesh wrapped in white oranges.

The old man opened his mouth, which had only a few teeth left, and stuffed half a fist-sized amount of orange flesh into his mouth.

Whew!

"It's so sour!"

The hunchbacked Lao Tzu closed his eyes, his chin squirmed, and he chewed gently, and the pale yellow orange juice flowed down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his clothes.

"Every time I eat oranges, I can't help but think of Gradually Ming!

The hunchbacked old man folded his hands behind his back and looked up at the clear sky.

"Why is it that the same person, he can be famous all over the world and bear the name of the Sacred Heart Sword Zhai, while I can only be trapped in the mountain gate for the rest of my life!"

As he said word by word, the originally ordinary old man straightened up suddenly, his eyes burst with essence, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, like an abyss like the sea.

"This is the reason why you killed your fellow disciples and stole the holy scriptures!" Yan Qingyi said coldly.

Qiang

Facing the old man with a sudden change in momentum, Yan Qingyi's face was expressionless, and he gently patted the sword box, and a strange sword that seemed to be made of glass ejected out of it and fell into his hand.

A sharp sword intent burst out from Yan Qingyi's body, extremely powerful, setting him off like a kendo immortal.

"It's actually sword intent!

The old man's eyes were full of sighs, at this time, he no longer had a little decay, but more of a breathtaking rage, like a wild beast.

"When I see you, it's like seeing your master!

The old man laughed, and his arms, thighs, and arms, which had been thin, bulged violently, and the muscles were filled with them. A crackling sound sounded from the joints, and the originally thin figure grew taller. The sparse white hairs on his head all fell off, and long black and thick hairs grew out. Even the teeth regenerate, white as jade, fine and neat.

In an instant, time seemed to go backwards, and the hunchbacked old man's old face actually returned to his middle-aged appearance in a very short time, his posture was as tall as a gun, and a sword intent that was not weaker than Yan Qingyi's erupted from his slender body.

Fengshen is handsome, like a god outside the world!

Regarding the amazing changes in the hunchbacked old man, Yan Qingyi seemed to have expected it, and did not show any surprise, but as the old man regained his youth, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and the glazed long sword in his hand made a slight buzz.

"Even the Moon Shadow Sword has been brought by you, my dear junior brother, you really don't plan to let me go!"

Looking at the long sword in Yan Qingyi's hand, the old man's eyes were both reministent and relieved.

"From the moment you betrayed the sect, you should have known that this result would come!"

Yan Qingyi's tone was rarely cold.

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Yan Qingyi's words, the old man smiled and leaned back, and even tears came out.

"Betraying the master!! I, Mu Tianyang, can't take your turn to teach a lesson to a little doll! Yue gradually becomes smart, and for a moment he is confused, he actually wants to use me as a whetstone for you! I really want to see what his expression will be after you die!"

Airplanes!

Mu Tianyang's momentum, which had already reached its peak, suddenly rose a step, as if it was endless, and there was no limit.

The sky and the earth changed color, and the invisible energy swirled around Mu Tianyang, stirring up the dust, and the wooden house behind him was scraped apart with a bang, and the surrounding orange trees were uprooted.

"Impossible!!Impossible!!How could you break through to an intermediate grandmaster?!"

Yan Qingyi, who was originally confident and calm, showed incredible panic on his face as clear as a fairy at this time.

"Haha! There is nothing impossible in this world! I have endured it for more than forty years, not only have I dissolved the sword qi left on my body by the gradual dawn of the moon, but my cultivation has made great progress! Don't blame others for your death in my hands today, only blame your master, you are too arrogant!"

Mu Tianyang pointed at him like a sword, and the volley inspired a white light, as if he had cut through the heavens and the earth.

The seventeenth form of the Sacred Heart Sword Technique - Heaven and Earth Refining the Heart!