The old man coughed heavily, and after calming down, he said unhurriedly: "Boy, the place where you and I am now is called the Sea of Knowledge, and it is the place where people and gods gather. It's also strange to say, although you have given birth to the sea of knowledge, but you don't see the sea of qi, with the cultivation and insight of the old man's realm, a character like you is really unheard of. The old man sighed as he twisted his beard.

Ye Hongfeng couldn't help but ponder, he had already heard such words a few times, but no one had ever explained the reason, could it be that he had a special physique? He was also a little confused for a while. But now is not the time to think about these things, after all, the name of the old man in front of him who inexplicably broke into his knowledge of the sea is still unknown.

The old man seemed to be able to read his thoughts, and said with a smile: "The old man is the ancestor of the Holy Gate of the Husband, the Dao name Lingyun Sword Immortal, I think back then, the old man held the Nine Heavenly ......."

Ye Hongfeng hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him from looking back on the past heroically, and said: "Ancestor Grandpa is brave and martial arts, these juniors all know, but I don't know what your old man's intention is to come to my sea of knowledge?"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared instantly, and he snorted angrily, and continued: "Boy, I have a set of swordsmanship, if you practice it, you can be like the old man......"

"Turning into a soul body and breaking into the sea of other people's knowledge to resell the inheritance?"

The old man's face turned blue with anger, what kind of person is this, and he doesn't let people talk well? Only this time he didn't say anything more, and said quickly in a serious tone as if he was in a hurry: "Boy, keep your eyes open and look good, the old man will only demonstrate once." ”

Ye Hongfeng stopped gagging at this time, and seriously observed the old man's evolution of kendo.

The old man stretched out his hand to grasp it, and a long sword with a whole body of glass appeared in his hand, the long sword was not an entity, but a manifestation of his own sword intent. The old man slashed through the void with a long sword in his hand, and suddenly a cyan sword qi like substance rolled with the sword body, leaving a cyan dragon-like trajectory. The sword move in the old man's hand changed again, and the cyan dragon broke away from the sword body and swept into the void. The sword qi green dragon rushed out of Ye Hongfeng's sea of knowledge, penetrated the eaves of the treasure pavilion without hurting it in the slightest, and slammed straight into the sky, bursting above the clouds, and in an instant, the clouds rolled upside down, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the void trembled.

"The sword turns into a green dragon!" the old man whispered.

The old man held the long sword upside down, pinched the trick with one hand, the sword aura was restrained, and the sword body turned into a dark color. Obviously close at hand, Ye Hongfeng had an illusion that as long as he was slightly distracted, it would be difficult to find the trace of the old man. The space around the old man gradually distorted, and even the light was swallowed by the long sword, and the cold qi condensed and formed as if it were substance. When Ye Hongfeng blinked again, the tip of the sword was already against his throat, and he seemed to see the mountain of corpses and blood behind this sword, and the old man's eyes were opened, as if he was a killing god! This sword contained tens of millions of swords.

"The sword slashes the Nine Shadows. The old man spat out these words with a blank face.

The old man let go of his hand, and the long sword turned into glass, hovering in the air. The old man put the two together, pointing at the sword, and the long sword moved with the fingertips, cruising around him. Gradually, it disappeared from view. The old man suddenly pointed at the place where the sword qi Qinglong burst, Ye Hongfeng looked in the direction that the old man pointed, and the long sword had pierced into the clouds at some point. With the help of the old man, Ye Hongfeng clearly saw that there was a black dot above the clouds that was gradually expanding, and the thick clouds were inverted into the dots. With a clear sword roar, the dot expanded rapidly, revealing an aura of destruction. That is, the void is shattering!

"Sword Roaring Nine Heavens!" the old man laughed heartily at last.

The round hole formed by the shattering of the void turned into the size of a wooden table before it was gradually repaired by the laws of heaven and earth, until everything was restored to its original state, and that aura of destruction still echoed in Ye Hongfeng's heart for a long time.

The old man's body was a little transparent, and he turned his head and asked with a smile, "How much do you remember?"

"Seven points. Ye Hongfeng said truthfully.

"Okay, good!" The old man said three good words in a row, you know, when he took over this sword from the master who was a scattered immortal, he only remembered three points when he observed the master's evolution, and now this kid has remembered seven points, and his future achievements are bound to be limitless. But he didn't know that everything he had evolved today had been completely imprinted in Ye Hongfeng's sea of knowledge, and he could remember it all when his realm was raised in the future.

The old man raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and laughed: "The old man holds the Nine Heavens in his hand, and he has been fighting for hundreds of years, and where the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, no one does not avoid its edge. Now that the soul is dying, I am fortunate to find a successor, and the old man's lifelong kendo finally has a successor, and there is a successor!"

The old man's figure was no longer stable, and it dissipated between heaven and earth. Ye Hongfeng waved his hand towards the place where the old man had disappeared, and touched the ground.

"Congratulations to the Ancestor!" all the monks outside the Treasure Pavilion shouted in unison.

Ye Hongfeng opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, the long sword jumped up, and the hilt of the sword leaned against his palm and kept rubbing.

I have a sword, and the sword name is Nine Heavens!

......

When Ye Hongfeng came out, he wrapped his robe full of treasures and carried it on his back, holding a sword in his mouth, and he looked like a person who had received the inheritance of the ancestor in the treasure pavilion before. The fat man stood to the side, a little overwhelmed. He has been guarding the treasure pavilion for so many years, and he has never seen anyone come out with a robe full of treasures after entering, although that person is the heir of the ancestor, but this robe treasure is all some treasures in the mortal world, and it is really useless for cultivation. He really couldn't understand what was going on in the man's mind.

In fact, this is not to blame Ye Hongfeng, after all, no sect is so poor as to fill the treasure trove with mundane objects, but he still encountered such a money fan.

The head of the door was already waiting at the door at this time, and I saw him with a gloomy face, and he reached out and handed out a storage bag. Ye Hongfeng smiled a little embarrassedly, took the storage bag and imprinted his divine sense mark according to the method taught by the master, opened the storage bag with a trace of spiritual power from the master, and poured a robe of treasures into it, except for the long sword. There's no way around it, you can't just bother the boss every time you want to open the storage bag.

The head took Ye Hongfeng and Qiu Di to fly to the first peak in Changhong, placed them in a wooden house, took out a scabbard from the storage bag and threw it on the ground, and left directly.

Ye Hongfeng picked up the scabbard and put it on the side of the oil lamp to look at it carefully. The oil lamp flickered, and the shadow of the scabbard stretched out on the wall.

Ye Hongfeng's gaze suddenly stopped, he had already seen that this was not the sword scabbard of the Nine Heavens, whether it was the Dao pattern on it or the grade of the magic weapon, it was far behind. I think the reason why the head of the sect gave him the scabbard was probably because this scabbard was the only one in the sect that could temporarily hide the edge of the Nine Heavens.

And this was not the reason why Ye Hongfeng was shocked, he saw that the position of the middle of the scabbard was crookedly engraved with a few words-the sword of the elder of the Holy Gate Mountain Guard. Somehow, a sad feeling suddenly came to his heart, hot tears flowed out of Ye Hongfeng's eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered: "Uncle Li......"

It was as if some dusty memory had opened a crack and closed at this moment, so the sadness enveloped his heart across the long river of time, and suddenly tears could not help but burst the embankment.