At this moment, the sound of footsteps came, and an old man walked into the cave and came directly to the ink knife. Flash Dance

"Why is he here?" said at the same time as the old man appeared, and then he disappeared.

"Are you awake?" a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Great Palm Sect, looking at the ink knife that had come to his senses.

"Originally, I thought it would take you at least three days and three nights to wake up, but I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly. How's the injury?" There was a hint of concern in the voice of the Great Palm. is completely gone, and the fierceness of the ink knife when he was desperate, that looks like a kind old man.

"What's the matter, say. Mo Dao didn't believe it, the old man in front of him just wanted to see what his injuries were.

Shaking his head, the Great Palm Sect had a smile on his face. "It's not a good thing for young people to be too impetuous. ”

Modao was silent, waiting for the old man to continue. He knew that something must happen to this old man when he came here.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?" the Great Palm Sect didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly, facing the ink knife. There was a smile in his eyes, but there was a killing intent in it, as if if Modao didn't agree, he would kill Modao.

"Benefits. "Who to worship as a teacher, this kind of thing, Modao doesn't care.

Maybe the ink knife answered too decisively, and the Great Palm Sect, who originally thought that he was going to waste his tongue, was slightly stunned. Then he asked, "What kind of benefits do you want?" ”

"Immortals. Modao said: "Tell me who is the immortal, I worship you as a teacher." ”

"It's that simple?" the Great Palm Sect asked, a little disbelieving.

"Yes. The ink knife replied.

"Good!" replied with a loud palm, his tone extremely happy.

"What's good! It's not good! It's not good!" Suddenly, the sound of breaking water came out, and I don't know where he came from, and a dodge came to the middle of the ink knife and the big palm.

With a hint of anger between his eyebrows, he looked at the ink knife: "Do you want to regret it?" His voice was low, with a hint of murderous intent.

"I don't regret it. The ink knife said loudly, for the people in this Absolute God Valley suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared again. He's no longer surprised. After all, many things here were beyond his common sense.

"Then why did you promise him?!" Broken Water snapped.

"Why can't I say yes?" Modao asked rhetorically.

"Because you have promised me, you can no longer promise anyone else!"

"Why?" the ink knife really doesn't understand, the meaning of cutting off water.

"Thirteen, what are you talking about. The Great Palm Sect was confused and asked out loud.

"It's none of your business, just stay and go. Shui Shui said without taking the Great Palm Sect in his eyes at all.

Hearing his words, the Great Palm Sect was stunned at first, and his eyes instantly sank. "Are you talking to me? He whispered.

"Who else is here besides you?" asked Shui Shushui rhetorically, with anger in his eyes.

"Do you want to die?" said the Great Palm.

"You can try. "Breaking the water doesn't seem to be afraid of the Great Palm Sect.

As he spoke, the two of them were about to do it.

"Go out and fight. Suddenly, after the birth of the ink knife, he said that he needed to be quiet and needed to recover as soon as possible.

"What did you promise him?" didn't do it, since you can't kill people, it's pointless to do it. The Great Palm Sect asked the ink knife in a loud voice.

"He has agreed to worship me as a teacher. Before the ink knife could speak, he said loudly while cutting off the water. The words are provocative.

"What! you've already agreed to worship him as a teacher?" said the Great Palm Sect very angrily, even his body was trembling unconsciously, obviously angry.

"Yes. Ink knife replied. He didn't understand why the old man in front of him looked at him so angrily.

"Then why did you promise me. The Great Palm Sect questioned the Ink Knife.

"Why can't I say yes?"

"A person can only have one master, don't you know? ”

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"I don't know. Modao replied truthfully, but he didn't know that there was such a rule.

"You ......" is not only the big palm, but the water is cut off on the side, and after hearing Modao's answer, he was also angry and speechless.

But they didn't look like they were lying.

So the two began to argue again about who Modao worshipped as a teacher.

looked at the two people in front of him, and his face was red and red for himself. Modao really didn't understand why they had to take themselves as apprentices.

And these two have been arguing, so that the ink knife can't recover calmly.

"Whoever can help me find immortals, I will worship whoever I am a teacher. In order not to let them continue to disturb themselves, Modao helped them think of a way.

"Okay! "The first to say yes was the Great Palm Sect.

"I don't agree! He has already agreed to worship me as a teacher. "The water cut off voiced opposition.

"Do you think I'll agree? You don't even have an apprentice until now, and it's hard to have such a good seedling, I can't let you be ruined like this. The Great Palm said.

"What does it mean to be ruined, it's just that those people are useless. Broken Water retorted. It is not difficult to guess from his words that he also had apprentices before, but he was taught to death.

"Whether you agree or not, it's decided. The Great Palm Sect spoke, and without waiting for the water to refute, the figure flashed and went out of the cave.

The water cut followed at the same time.

Soon there was the sound of a fight outside, and then it grew farther and farther away, and disappeared.

The ink knife finally has a chance to rest quietly.

Lying in the pool of blood, the ink knife did not know where the blood came from and what kind of blood it was. But Modao could feel that the blood was constantly nourishing his body and helping him recover from his injuries.

After a long time, the wounds on Modao's body finally healed.

One rolled over and jumped out of the pool of blood to the ground.

It was only then that the ink knife realized what kind of place this was.

A cave, huge. There was a wounded man lying in many pools of blood. In the distance are stone pillars, on which are placed transparent coffins.

Inside each coffin lay a woman, and judging by her countenance, she must have died.

Seeing them, Modao suddenly thought of the corpse he had seen earlier in the inn.

Ink Knife had a feeling that those corpses might have something to do with it.

But these are not what Modao cares about, he only cares about where the immortals are now.

Suddenly, there was a sound of weapons colliding outside the cave, and when he walked out of the cave, Modao found that two groups of people were fighting.

One of the groups wore white masks, while the other did not wear masks.

Seeing the ink knife, these people stopped instantly.

"Come here. A voice came from among the unmasked group, telling the ink knife to pass.

"Stop him!" a voice came from another masked crowd to stop the knife and grab it.

Looking at the two groups of people in front of him, Mo Dao knew that those who wore masks were all mortals, but the other group, Mo Dao was not sure.

"What are you doing standing stupidly, come here!" a voice came from the unmasked crowd.

"Do it!" Before the ink knife could react, two masked people instantly rushed out of the crowd, came to the ink knife, and slashed with the blade in their hand.

Although it is not yet known what exactly happened. But since someone has made a move, the ink knife will not sit still.

The broken knife is in the hand, and the ink knife is blocked by swinging the knife.

The two men wielded long swords, as thin as wicker. Stabbed straight into the throat of the ink knife. It seems that he is not worried about killing the ink knife by mistake.

Seeing this, a trace of hesitation flashed in the ink knife's eyes. "Could it be that the rules are fake?" thought to Modao.

"But if it's fake, why did that old man stop at the end?" But Modao still decided not to kill, not figuring out the rules is one thing, and on the other hand, even if there are no rules, he can't kill either.

With the broken knife in his hand, the ink knife turned the knife completely sideways, resisting the long sword that stabbed him.

When the two saw the ink knife make a move, looking at the dilapidated and broken knife in the ink knife's hand, a sneer flashed in the eyes of the two of them, as if they were laughing at the ink knife.

The movements in his hands remain the same, and he still raises his sword to stab each other.

In an instant, the broken sword collided with the rapier.

At the moment of collision, the two men suddenly took a step forward, followed sideways, and concentrated all their strength on their wrists. That kind of action is obviously to pierce the ink knife hand interrupted by the knife.

But they miscalculated, and instead of piercing the broken knife in the ink knife's hand, they almost broke their own sword.

The two of them were stunned when they saw this, and they couldn't believe it. In their opinion, the broken knife in the hands of the ink knife has long been worn, and it is simply scrap iron picked up from somewhere.

But the long swords in their hands are the treasures distributed by the sect that can sharpen iron like clay.

But such a treasure soldier can't pierce the scrap iron in the hands of the ink knife. How can they not be surprised.

Just as they were startled, the ink knife moved.

The wrist flipped as the long sword stabbed out as it was resisted, but in a direction like that of an ink knife above the head. The two of them wanted to retract their strength at the moment, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of this moment, the ink knife hand interrupted the knife and slashed horizontally, cutting off the arms of the two people at once, and blood flowed out instantly.

The two men screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

"How dare you hurt someone!" said a man who was clearly the leader of the masked crowd, and was about to strike.

At this time, an old man in a gray robe suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"What are you doing?" asked the old man, who also carried a rapier behind his back.

The ink knife immediately recognized that it was one of the people who had been sitting on the stone pillar earlier.

Looking at the person in front of him, the ink knife instantly became vigilant.

"Master......" everyone, including those without masks, bowed deeply to the old man and said respectfully.

"Didn't you hear me? The old man walked up to the man who was about to make a move and said in a deep voice.

"I ...... I ......" the man snorted.

"Master, they want to arrest our people again. A young man without a mask walked up to the old man and said in a loud voice.

"Is that so?" asked the old man after hearing this.

"Master, he's an immortal!" has been exposed, and there is no need to hide it, the man with the mask said loudly, looking at the ink knife viciously. "Kill the immortals of our whole village, I want revenge!"

"So you're here to kill him?"

"Yes!"

"Have you forgotten that you can't kill people in the Valley of the Absolute Gods? The old man said aloud.

"The disciple knew, so the disciple wanted to capture him and wait until the day of the martial arts to kill him. The man told the truth about his plan.

"Well......" the old man groaned, and after a moment he said in a loud voice, "this is a good idea." Listening to the man's words, surprisingly, he did not get angry. On the contrary, he showed a very satisfied expression.

"Master, do you agree with me doing this?" said the man, a little excited. Although it was not the first time he had done this kind of thing, every time he did it secretly, he originally thought that his master would be furious when he found out, but he didn't expect to support him.

"Why don't you agree?" the old man asked rhetorically. Then he said: "Let's do it, I want to see if you have made progress in the past few years." ”

"Yes!" the man exclaimed, excitedly. Then his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he looked at the ink knife.

Suddenly, his body rushed forward, and the thin sword in his hand stabbed into the throat of the ink knife like the two men whose arms had been cut off by the ink knife before.

In the face of the man's attack, the ink knife still flipped over the broken knife and resisted with the knife surface.

Who knew that when the thin sword was about to touch the ink knife hand to break the knife, he suddenly paused, and then his wrist flicked, and the thin sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, Jing bypassed the broken knife, and went straight to the throat of the ink knife.

Originally, he didn't expect to be able to slash the man in front of him with one sword, but when Modao saw the thin sword in the man's hand bypassing the broken knife, he was still slightly stunned.

The ink knife didn't even understand why the rapier in the man's hand was turning.

But this is clearly not the time to think about it.

The long sword stabbed, and the ink knife quickly sank, dodging the fatal blow.

Then he lowered his body and slashed at the man's waist from left to right with a knife in his hand.

The broken knife slashed, and the man, as if he had expected it, raised one leg at the same time as the ink knife was struck. Not forward, but backward.

Follow its body and dodge the broken knife from the ink knife. With a twist of the thin sword in his hand, he drew an arc and slashed towards the throat of the ink knife.

The limit leaned back, the broken knife swung in the air, and the ink knife also turned around, at this time he was almost lying on the ground, with force under his feet, and his whole body passed under the man, and then raised his foot and kicked the man's face.

Suddenly, the man let out a chuckle.

"Naive. He spoke, and then with one foot, he jumped directly above the ink knife.

"Snake kiss!" the man snapped, and the thin sword in his hand suddenly became several times faster than before. The sword light disappeared from the sword body, and stabbed at the ink knife.

One sword had turned into dozens at this point. There are afterimages everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish which handle is real and which is fake, let alone resist.

The thin sword seemed to have really turned into a group of snakes, and kissed the ink knife.

But the consequences of this kiss were fatal.

The ink knife has left the ground at this moment, and there is nowhere to borrow strength. In the past, in such cases, the ink knife would use the wind to allow itself to move freely.

But now he is only a mortal, and he can't use the power of the wind at all.

I saw that the rapier was about to pierce the ink knife. The ink knife suddenly exerted its strength, and smashed the knife to the ground with his hand, and his body did not retreat but advanced, and went straight to the sword shadow.

(End of chapter)