Guan Daocun turned his head suddenly, and there was already a fierce light in his eyes: "What person!"

He didn't know who else knew who he really was, but if anyone knew, then he had to die!

"The young man has such a big killing intent, although he seems to be a good seedling, but why are your hands shaking?" a flat and hoarse voice full of ridicule came.

Guan Daocun knew that the comer was not good, but he knew even more that the comer was definitely an unfathomable master, and he must have no power to resist. He hesitated for a moment, realizing that he could only fight the trapped beasts now—so he drew his sword and whispered again, "Who?"

"The first point of killing people is that you can't shake your hands. A thin hand climbed the tip of the sword and slowly pressed it down.

Immediately the owner of the hand appeared, an old man as thin as the hand, with a white beard and shabby clothes, like a beggar, but by no means a beggar, with a few strips of white cloth wrapped around his eyes—he was blind.

The old man's face circled Guan Daocun a few times, and although he was blind, his hollow and shriveled eyes seemed sharper than that of a healthy young man, like a sword hidden in the dark......

He twisted his hand on the sword, as if he were touching a piece of silk, touched it for a long time, and then smiled and said, "Heh, heh, cough--ahem." Jairus is in your hands!"

He was obviously familiar with the sword.

"Wait for me outside the city gates tomorrow at noon. "The old man is gone again.

On the second day, at noon, the city gate of the city of Octadel.

Outside the city gate were pedestrians and porters, Guan Daocun had come to the city gate very early, and he knew that the old man obviously didn't like to joke.

"Light a cigarette for me. Before Guan Daocun could react, the voice appeared again.

Guan Daocun turned around and found the old man sitting on the ground outside the city gate, playing with a finely made pipe, his blind eyes looking into the distance.

Guan Daocun walked towards the old man, but as soon as he moved, a small piece of something flew over, extremely fast, but when it came to him, it had stopped, Guan Daocun waved his hand, and grabbed him in his hand - a fire fold.

When Guan Daocun walked in front of the old man, the old man's movements suddenly changed: he was holding the cigarette pot with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, and the other two fingers were leaning on the cigarette stick, but now he used his ring finger and thumb to clamp the cigarette stick, and the middle finger of the thumb popped out. Guan Daocun, who was twisting the fire fold, didn't think of what was happening, but he heard two "bangs" coming, and his heart was shocked, as if the old man was not playing two fingers, but two mountains - "click", the fire fold was not twisted and burned.

Guan Daocun reacted quickly, and with another twist, the fire finally burned. But the old man was faster than the flames, and the fingers that popped out immediately tightened, and then there were several slight tremors, and there were bursts of tiger roaring and crane roaring, and Guan Daocun's heart was shocked again: "This is ——?"

His hand trembled unconsciously, and the flame seemed to be about to be extinguished, but he still held his hand, handed the fire to the old man, and slowly lit the cigarette.

The old man took a faint puff of his cigarette, withdrew his hand, and flicked the smoke pot with his index finger, but in Daocun's ears, the "click" sound was as sharp as a sword unsheathed......

The old man took another sip, a little dissatisfied, and said slowly: "Don't fight back?"

"The seniors laughed, that was just self-defeating. Guan Daocun said with a smile.

"Boy, how many moves did you say I just did?"

"Three?"

What Guan Daocun didn't know was that the old man actually made eighteen movements, each of which was the essence of the slight tremor of two fingers, which was simply breathtaking, but in terms of its form, it was only like two moves, but he still saw the third move, the last light flick, which was the highest state of replacing the sword with the body, and the unity of the human sword.

"Hahahaha!" the old man laughed, and the cigarette leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, you give me a sword, how about it? Remember, ten swords. Not much, no less. ”

Guan Daocun immediately drew his sword, and in an instant, ten swords were swung out, the changes were subtle, and the sword light was shining.

"It's beautiful. But it's so good-looking. Although the old man felt the gust of wind, he still said seriously.

"Tai-" Guan Daocun's question had just come out, and the old man had already gotten up, and as soon as his feet moved, he flashed behind him, waved his pipe lightly, and disappeared.

Guan Daocun turned around and saw a fallen leaf a few feet away.

"Not fast enough, not accurate enough, not murderous......"

The old man's voice echoed in his ears.