Chen Jingwu also arched his hand and said: "Don't be in a hurry to talk about things first." It's really hard to find your villa, but since I'm here, you're not going to let me go and meet your father's spiritual seat?"

The middle-aged man straightened up and said expressionlessly: "When my father went to the immortals, didn't Chen Zhenren come? ”

Hearing this, Chen Jingwu's face fell, "Zou Yijian! Zou Xinghuai taught you like this?!"

"My father?" Zou Yijian smiled disdainfully, "Chen Zhenren, where did you get your face to mention my father's name?"

As he spoke, a blue light flashed in Zou Yijian's hand, and he actually held a blue-gold long sword! Without saying a word, he raised his hand and stabbed towards Chen Jingwu!

Chen Jingwu didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't even urge his true qi, he raised his hand and stretched out two fingers, and pinched the blade of the sword with a slight stroke.

Zou Yijian exerted his strength again, and the golden light flashed above the dantian, but he couldn't let the tip of the sword advance at all.

"Don't measure yourself, Zou Xinghuai fought ten games with me and lost ten games back then, just because you are a junior, and you still tried to hurt the old man?" Chen Jingwu said disdainfully.

The moment Zhang An saw Zou Yijian take out the sword, he wanted to rush forward, but Zou Yijian's cultivation in the combination period was too strong, and Zhang An couldn't take a step forward at all.

For Zou Yijian, if Chen Jingwu wanted to, it would be easy to pinch him to death. Yue Cang was naturally watching coldly from the sidelines, Yue Cang, who had always been gentle to others, was also angry at this time, she had never seen such a ruthless person.

Zou Yijian raised his head and squinted at Chen Jingwu, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

"Ah!!h

Suddenly, there was a vicious howl, and a dark wind rose in the hall.

Zhang An and Zhao Qinglan both covered their ears, but the evil horn still came into their ears through their fingers, and they only felt that their heads were about to shatter.

Yue Cang protected himself with his true qi, and then shook his hand and wrapped Zhang An and Zhao Qinglan with two true qi, and the two of them felt less uncomfortable.

This evil horn forced Chen Jingwu to use his true anger, and the crackling sound behind him continued to explode.

"Chen Zhenren, haven't you ever seen this kind of magic weapon?" Zou Yijian smiled sadly, turned over and put his palm against the bottom of the hilt.

Chen Jingwu suddenly realized that something was wrong and wanted to let go of the sword. But at this time, the blade of the sword seemed to be stained with a strong paste, and no matter how Chen Jingwu shook his hand, he couldn't shake it off.

What's even more terrifying is that Chen Jingwu found that his true qi was losing frantically through his fingertips at this time. And the blue-gold long sword, but the sword body is long and glowing!

"What kind of evil trick is this?!" Chen Jingwu shouted, raised his left hand and pulled out the dust whisk on his back, and shook it violently, the dust tail of the whisk was like a whip, and he hit Zou Yijian fiercely.

Zou Yijian looked proud, but he didn't have time to dodge the whip of the dust.

"Real people have mercy!"

An exclamation came from outside the door, but no one arrived. A three-foot flying sword followed the sound and opened the dust that was about to fall on the door of Zou Yijian's face.

Chen Jingwu took the flying dust, turned around and landed in front of Zou Yijian. And the blue-gold long sword that Zou Yijian was originally holding also flew up and plunged straight into the stone pillar on the left side of the main hall!

A beautiful figure flew in from outside the hall, took the flying sword, and stood beside Zou Yijian.

"Real people, children are offended. Please also ask the real person for the sake of the late husband and don't worry about him. The woman took the sword downwards and bowed her hand.

Chen Jingwu saw the person who came clearly, and arched his hand: "Mrs. Feng." ”

"Mother, why stop me! As long as I put his true qi in my sword, I can definitely kill him with one sword! What the best in the world, but that's it..."

"Smack!"

Feng Jiayu slapped Zou Yijian in the face, and scolded: "Presumptuous! I see that you have been the owner of the village for a few years, and your tone is a lot bigger!"

Zou Yijian covered his cheek with his left hand, and with his right hand urged the true qi to withdraw the long sword on the pillar in his hand, knocked Feng Jiayu and walked towards the outside of the hall, and said viciously: "My father was indirectly killed by him!

Watching Zou Yijian run away, Feng Jiayu arched his hand towards Yuecang again: "I've seen Yuecang's predecessors." ”

Yue Cang bowed slightly, "Mrs. Feng is polite, why is this kid so violent, not like Zou Xinghuai." ”

"Let's talk as we go, this hall is not a place to entertain guests. With that, Feng Jiayu put away his flying sword and stretched out his hand to lead the way. As he walked, he said: "This kid is still haunted by the events of the year. I want to discipline him, too, but, hey..."

Chen Jingwu waved his hand, "He's not too young, and he holds such a big Sword Worship Villa, this kind of temperament really has to be changed." This is also good for him, otherwise it is not good to say how long you can stand here in Sword Worship Villa. ”

"The real person taught us. As soon as you entered the village, someone came to tell you, but fortunately you were in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. I will definitely educate this child well in the future. Feng Jiayu said with a look of shame.

"It's okay, Yuecang is still there, so there won't be any big problems. Where is Xinghuai's spiritual seat, take me to worship, it's been so many years in a blink of an eye. Chen Jingwu sighed.

Feng Jiayu stopped talking and led the way.

Zhang An and Zhao Qinglan followed closely behind, and said quietly: "Don't you think it's strange? This Sword Worship Villa is obviously famous for sword casting, but we didn't see a sword casting platform all the way in. Why, does this Sword Worship Villa rely on meditation to forge swords? Moreover, that Zou Yijian, knowing that he is not an opponent, is he just facing the master, isn't this a clear loss? I always feel that something is wrong with this manor. ”

"There's something wrong with that. The sword-casting platform must be somewhere else, this is the foundation of people's existence, and it's normal not to show us. Didn't you listen to him, Master's profile killed his father, and this hatred came up, where do you care about the disparity in strength. Don't think too much about it, with Master and Uncle here, what can be the problem. Zhao Qinglan comforted.

Maybe he was thinking too much, Zhang An pulled Zhao Qinglan and hurriedly followed Chen Jingwu.

Bypassing the two small courtyards, Feng Jiayu stopped in front of a small attic, but saw that the incense in the pavilion was burning, and the smoke from the sandalwood floated out of the attic, and it was a little difficult to see the scene in the pavilion.

"This is our Zou family ancestral hall, and Xinghuai's spiritual seat is inside. Feng Jia said in arrears.

Chen Jingwu arched his hand and walked towards the ancestral hall, "You guys just wait outside, I'll just go in alone." ”

After speaking, Chen Jingwu disappeared into the hazy smoke.

Walking to the front of the offering table, Chen Jingwu took out three incense sticks from the stage and put them on the candle flame to light them.

He bowed three times, inserted the incense stick into the furnace, and murmured: "Xinghuai, after so many years, I came to see you." ”