Kunlun Mountain is a mountain among the rivers and lakes.

At the bottom of the mountain, the sky is full of ancient trees, and the stream flows eastward.

By the creek, there was a little boy.

I saw that the little boy looked immature, but he seemed to have a fairy spirit. He was dressed in a green coat and carried a peachwood sword on his back.

He walked all the way, his mouth was fragmented, and he didn't know what he was saying.

The little boy walked all the way with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, in the middle of the ancient woods, a person walked out.

The man was very ghostly, dressed in purple, with a burly figure, wearing a hat on his head and a long knife hanging from his waist.

When the little boy saw the man, he frowned, immediately picked up the peachwood sword, and shouted, "Who are you?"

The man with the hat was frightened by the little boy's shout. It turned out that he hadn't seen the little boy just now. He turned his head and glanced at the little boy, "Oh, who are you?"

"Kunlun Mountain, Zhao Songfan. Who are you?" the little boy grasped the peachwood sword and reported his name and sect.

"Oh, Kunlun Mountain, Zhao Songfan?" the man was stunned, and then snorted coldly, "You are the disciple of the Jade True Immortal?"

"Exactly!" Zhao Songfan said.

The hat-man snorted coldly, "That old thing, I really let you go down the mountain." I heard that you are young, and your swordsmanship and Taoism are very exquisite. Many people say that you are likely to become the seventh sword immortal in the rivers and lakes. ”

"You haven't answered my question yet. Who are you!" Zhao Songfan shouted, clutching the peachwood sword.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" the hat man snorted coldly, "Since you want to know who I am so much, and win against me, tell you!"

Zhao Songfan frowned, he clenched the peachwood sword, drew a circle, and attacked directly.

The hat was a little on tiptoe, and he dodged sideways, and Zhao Songfan couldn't hurt him at all.

"Disciple of the Jade True Immortal, is that all he can do?" the hat-taker mocked, "that old thing is really blind. ”

"Don't say that you are my master!" Zhao Songfan was angry, he hated it most when others talked about his master.

Zhao Songfan swiped the peachwood sword, and conjured up several peachwood swords.

Ten ......

100 ......

Thousands of ......

Endlessly, the heavenly peachwood sword qi runs through the entire ancient wood forest.

The hat-man sneered, "That's kind of interesting." ”

The long knife at the waist of the hat man came out of its sheath and cut through the void.

This knife is like a long wind shattering, and a hundred ghosts roar in unison.

When the swords collided, Zhao Songfan used the Taoist method, not the sword technique, but the hat man used the real tyrannical knife technique.

Just listen to a loud "thump". The ancient woods around the two of them have been changed beyond recognition.

Zhao Songfan was sweating profusely and gasped, "It seems that he is a master." ”

The hat-taker took three or four steps back, and he gently patted the dust on his body, as if he hadn't used half of his strength, and he looked very relaxed.

The hat man sneered, "Your Dao study is good, but you are a little like a jade true immortal." But you and I are still far apart!"

With a slash of his long knife, the hat-man drew an arc moon in the air.

This knife is three points domineering and seven points ghostly. It's like a hundred ghosts walking at night, directly attacking Zhao Songfan.

Zhao Songfan picked up the peachwood sword again and slashed it away.

This sword is still a Tao, not a swordsmanship.

The peachwood sword qi transformed into a huge lion, approaching the Dou Liman.

"Taiyi Lion Duel?" the hat man frowned, and then praised, "Not bad." ”

The two collided, and the two took a few steps backwards.

Zhao Songfan's whole body was soaked, and he was out of breath. And the hat man didn't breathe, very relaxed.

"Taiyi Lion Duel. The disciple of the Jade True Immortal is really powerful!" The hat man praised, and then snorted coldly, "It's a pity, I died like this!"

The hat man was a little on tiptoe, and a knife broke through the air, approaching Zhao Songfan.

Suddenly, a sword came from the sky, forcing the hat-taker back more than ten steps.

"Keep people under the knife!"

"Who's meddling?" said the hatholder, furious.

In the ancient woods, a man walked slowly. He is a scholar in white.

"Is that you?" the man with the hat was a little frightened when he saw the white-clothed scholar, "I advise you not to meddle in your affairs!"

The white-clothed scholar smiled, "I advise you to go back." With your broken knife, you can't fight me a hundred times, and you'll be defeated. ”

"You!" said the hat-bearer angrily.

The white-clothed scholar snorted coldly, without the kind smile he had at the beginning, "If you don't leave, the four devils will be one less!"

When the hat man heard this, he was really scared. He knew very well that the scholar in front of him was not an opponent.

Immediately, he disappeared into the ancient woods.

"Why did you save me? Who are you?" Zhao Songfan looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him and said confusedly.

"Are you Zhao Songfan?" asked the white-clothed scholar.

"Exactly. Zhao Songfan replied.

"It seems that he is really a disciple of the Jade True Immortal. The white-clothed scholar smiled, "If I'm late, I'm afraid there will be another big event on the rivers and lakes." ”

"What's the big deal?" Zhao Songfan was stunned and puzzled.

The scholar in white replied, "Kunlun Mountain, Zhao Songfan went down the mountain to commit a bizarre assassination." ”

When Zhao Songfan heard this, he gasped and did not speak.

Seeing that Zhao Songfan didn't speak, the white-clothed scholar smiled evilly, "Since I saved you, do you have to give me something......

Zhao Songfan looked at the scholar in white and was stunned, "Oh! There is a lot of silver on Kunlun Mountain, and I will take you up to get it then. ”

"No, no, no. The white-clothed scholar shook his head, "I don't want silver." ”

"Then what do you want?" Zhao Songfan said confusedly.

The white-clothed scholar didn't beat around the bush, and said directly, "I saved you, how about you worship under my door?" It just so happens that I want an apprentice." ”

Zhao Songfan took a step back, looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him, and looked disgusted, "You haven't told me yet, who are you?"

The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, "My name is Luo Xuan." ”

Zhao Songfan heard the white-clothed scholar report his name, thought about it, and exclaimed, "Luo Xuan, are you really Luo Xuan?"

Luo Xuan smiled awkwardly, "Exactly." ”

Zhao Songfan hugged Luo Xuan's thigh, and his face did not have the disgust at the beginning, "Senior Luo Xuan, accept me as an apprentice! It is my honor to worship under your door!"

Luo Xuan smiled awkwardly, "Okay, good." You let go of me before you speak. ”

Zhao Songfan said happily, "Senior Luo." Oh no, Master Luo. Where are we going now?"

Luo Xuan smiled awkwardly and thought for a while, "Let's go to the Medicine King Valley." ”

"Master Luo, what are you doing in the Medicine King Valley?" Zhao Songfan said confusedly.

Luo Xuan smiled slightly, "Because, I have a few good friends, and they are there." ”