Nangong Ye frowned and looked at the green bamboo under his palm, and between his eyebrows, there seemed to be doubts.

"Listening to your tone, it seems that there is someone more outstanding and powerful than that Wu Ying. ”

Ye Yin slowly squatted down, picked up a handful of snow, covered his ordinary face, and after carefully washing it, his face looked even cleaner and softer.

He smiled faintly, nodded, and said seriously: "Yes, that person is the owner of this manor." ”

Luo Qingyi's eyebrows, who were sitting on the ground, were instantly dyed with a layer of joy, and her slender fingers rested on the Chengying Sword, gently tapping out a string of light melodies.

Nangong Ye's eyebrows twitched slightly, and there was a faint disdain on his stiff and handsome face.

"That waste son of the Ye family, he was defeated by Wu Ying's subordinates, not to mention that he was forbidden Yuan Dan in his body, and he was captured by the ancient land when you were the master of the dynasty, and I don't know if he returns alive, do you think he can do anything in this turbulent Kyushu. ”

Ye Yin shook his head seriously and said slowly: "He didn't lose to Wu Ying, but lost to the historical past, and I am willing to take the initiative to surrender to sincerity like this manor, don't you think this is what the prince did?"

Nangong Ye really couldn't imagine that the waste son of the Ye family could have such weight in the mouth of this Ye Yin.

He stepped forward, clenched the mirror demon sword that was deep in the earth, and was about to pull it out.

After talking for a long time, he couldn't get the answer he wanted.

On the contrary, it was unpleasant to hear the blind gentleman praise the owner of the manor!

He hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit.

Although the blind scholar who suddenly appeared this time was beyond his control.

But...... His hole cards are not out, who lives and who dies, it's not sure?

Ye Yin was blind and couldn't see his movements, but his reaction was faster than anyone in the field.

The green bamboo in his hand was raised, drawing an arc of green mangs.

Luo Qingyi stared at it, and the round and slender green bamboo was no longer mellow at this moment.

As it swept through the air, the green bamboo became extremely thin, and the thin arc quickly formed a perfect sword tip.

The green bamboo disappeared, and an extremely delicate long sword appeared in the blind scholar's hand.

The gentleman hides his sword in his body and waits for the time to move.

Ye Yin's eyebrows were hidden under the wind and snow, and they were a little blurred.

But the sword in his hand is extremely clear in this world.

At the same time as he raised his sword, Nangong Ye's hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling wildly.

Then he successfully pulled out the Mirror Demon Sword.

The sword was pulled out in Nangong Ye's hand, but it was not pulled out by him.

It was he who asked him to pull it out.

The pitch-black mirror demon sword twisted wildly in his hand and blurred, like a long black and twisted snake.

Then the pitch-black sword body turned into an invisible black air current, and frantically poured into Nangong Ye's left scabbard.

He blankly spread out his empty right hand, and at this moment, in his scabbard, there was a quiet holding of the mirror demon sword that reflected the cold black mang.

His eyes widened, and hot sweat uncontrollably forced out from under the pores of his forehead, and then slid down his eyelashes, sweat slid down his eye sockets.

He didn't cry, but he was scared.

He lowered his trembling and empty right hand, stared at the sword in Ye Yin's hand, and said with a rare trembling voice of fear: "Zen sword ......"

Zen sword, the avenue is invisible, and the good do not fight......

Ten thousand years ago, this desolate place, before the creation of a national dynasty, first established an academy.

In the academy, there was only one teacher, and he left a sword.

This sword represents the pure and quiet state of mind of the owner of this sword.

Just like today's Hagakure.

This college is just a thatched hut with very few students.

This academy was born abruptly, and it died very quickly, just like a touch of shock in the long years of the ancient road.

The years are fleeting, but they can leave indelible traces in some people's years.

Nangong Ye felt that this time the situation was completely out of his plan.

He couldn't imagine that the academy ...... There are still inheritors.

A storm broke in his heart, and he said with a hint of trilling: "The dean of the Great Buddha Academy...... Who are you?"

Ye Yin forced the Mirror Demon Sword in his hand back into the sheath with a sword, and this battle was extremely short-lived.

And his face did not show any spirit, but cherished the Zen sword flat on his arm.

He said calmly: "Ye Qianjun is my father. ”

Nangong Ye's pupils suddenly shrank like pinholes, and a pair of slightly thick lips turned a little blue and said, "The Great Buddha Academy has not been wiped out before the Heavenly Dao?!"

After speaking, he looked at Ye Yin, who was only twenty-one years old, in a daze, and muttered: "The Great Buddha Academy was established ten thousand years ago, and he only has such an heir as you in this life, so he ......."

Ye Yin knew what he wanted to ask, and he smiled slightly: "What kind of realm do you think a cultivator can live for 10,000 years?"

Nangong Ye didn't speak, looked at the Zen sword in Ye Yin's hand in a daze, barely squeezed out a cold and mocking smile, and said.

"No wonder you want to hide yourself well, it's not that the gentleman hides the sword, but that you don't dare to draw your sword out of the sheath under this Heavenly Dao gods! If the Void God Realm knows that you are rebellious and draw your sword, and you don't even need me to make a move, the heavenly thunder punishment is enough to destroy your physical body and even the Great Dao of Reincarnation. ”

Ye Yin shook his head: "Fei Ye, if I have not come out of the sheath, how can you recognize this as a Zen sword?"

He smiled, looked up at the sky, and said, "Void God Realm? What is that? It's not even a piece of shit, don't you think...... I'm going to believe in that kind of thing?"

Hearing such a sentence, Luo Qingyi and Lin Danxin faced each other, it was hard to imagine that this gentle Mr. Ye would directly explode in the face of the divine realm above the nine heavens?

Or in such a crude way.

It was an eye-opener.

Nangong Ye's face twitched again, and he felt that he had never communicated with this person, which was really speechless.

Nangong Ye had nothing to say, but Ye Yin began to talk to himself as if he had opened the chatterbox.

"Jingyuan Demon, you are an ancient existence, and it is not surprising to know about the Great Buddha Academy, but you say that I am a rebel, which shows that in your cognition, the Great Buddha Academy believes in the divine realm.

In fact, what my father and uncles believe in is the black sword in the Great Tablet Pavilion......"

Speaking of this, Ye Yin's tone paused slightly.

Nangong Ye was shocked again!

How did this scholar know his true identity?!

After Ye Yin's voice paused for a moment, his tone suddenly sank, and his usually warm temperament was instantly swept away, replaced by the sharpness and stinging pain of the sharp blade out of the sheath.

Although he didn't open his eyes, it still made Nangong Ye's heart feel inexplicably cold, and then his voice sounded again.

"His black sword has not yet been unsheathed, in this Yong'an City, your mirror demon sword dares to make a mistake!"

Ye Yin never said anything heavy, but this time, in his tone, a terrifying murderous intent erupted!

The Zen sword in his hand trembled.

Nangong Ye's complexion changed greatly, and he subconsciously took three steps back, with a very strong sense of vigilance.

Then he finally stopped hesitating, a round of black mirrors appeared behind him, and he reflexively jumped into the mirror, and the black light flashed, and he didn't know where to go.

Luo Qingyi glanced at Ye Yin silently, and then tore off a piece of clothing that had not been stained red by blood.

And dipped his fingers in blood to write the words 'Jingyuan Demon', and then threw it to Lin Danxin, who was lying on the ground and groaning in pain.

She said very unceremoniously in a commanding tone to her subordinates: "Huh...... Take it to the shadow attendant to find out where this person came from. ”

Lin Danxin suddenly became unhappy, she writhed unhappily in the snow, and said, "That person is standing there, why don't you ask him." ”

She was referring to Ye Yin, who broke Nangong Ye's identity with one word.

When Ye Yin heard this, he smiled at Luo Qingyi, and the Zen sword in his hand turned into an ordinary green bamboo at some point.

Luo Qingyi couldn't care so much, and his hand stretched out and carried it over the back of her neck.

He unceremoniously stuffed the cloth into her very turbulent chest, and then patted her on the head and said, "Obedient." ”