He met the little beggar when he was eight years old, when his body was just improving, but he still looked skinny, and was called a little bamboo pole by the little beggar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first time they met, it was Ye Qingguan who was holding a meat bun to eat, but halfway through, he killed a little beggar, knocked him down with one punch, and snatched the meat bun.

was robbed by a beggar, Ye Qingguan felt that he had been deeply humiliated, and rushed up and beat the little beggar, the little beggar did not fight back, only cared about eating his own meat buns, Ye Qingguan beat him up, but after the little beggar ate the meat buns, he was not happy, and was beaten to death.

Uncle Thirteen was watching with a smile from the side at that time, which made Ye Qingguan very distressed.

Ye Qingguan still remembered that he was forced by the little beggar to call the eldest sister, because she was really the eldest sister, and there were more than a dozen little beggars under her hands.

How could Ye Qingguan stand such an insult, he boasted that he had learned a little swordsmanship from Uncle Thirteen, and he was going to use it to teach the little beggar a lesson.

As a result, the little beggar took out the wooden sword he was carrying, and flattened him headlessly, making Ye Qingguan cry, feeling that he had been deceived by Uncle Thirteen, and it was useless to practice swords.

This was the scene when he met the little beggar for the first time, and he was beaten miserably, and he was the first person he knew except for the thirteenth uncle.

When he saw the little boy in the mountain temple last night, he had the illusion of reincarnation, so he filled his stomach and let him sleep so soundly for the first time.

At this time, seeing that the little beggar wanted his own wooden sword as if he didn't want to die, Ye Qingguan felt that this might be the will of heaven, the little beggar disappeared, and sent back a similar person.

With a slight jump, Ye Qingguan arrived in the courtyard, which surprised everyone.

The little beggar raised his head and saw a familiar figure, and was stunned for a moment, not understanding how Ye Qingguan could appear here.

"Who are you?" Twenty or thirty big men came from all directions, surrounding Ye Qingguan in it, and said viciously.

Ye Qingguan didn't answer, but looked at the little boy and asked, "Why do you care so much about your wooden sword?"

"That was left to me by Grandpa Liu, and he said that I would become the most powerful swordsman in the world!" the little boy said loudly, his immature voice swearing his firm faith.

A group of big men suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh, a thin little kid, who actually thought that the most powerful swordsman in the world, had no sword skills, no exercises, and didn't know where he got his confidence?

"Okay, your path as a swordsman starts with this wooden sword. Ye Qingguan nodded lightly and picked up the short wooden sword.

Seeing the wooden sword in Ye Qingguan's hand, the little boy's eyes lit up all of a sudden, full of hope.

"From here, you'd better die here!" a burly man with a hideous scar on his face roared, and the others drew their long knives and slashed at Ye Qingguan.

Ye Qingguan twisted the wooden sword, and casually drew the sword, and a condensed sword light flew out, directly splitting the several long knives that had been cut in half.

Then he used the Rainbow Sword Technique, and the sword qi ran through it like a long rainbow, piercing the throats of the big men, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Then his feet moved slightly, turned into an afterimage and disappeared, and the wooden sword in his hand continued to stab out, and the tip of the sword swallowed out a three-foot edge, or stabbed in the throat, or stabbed in the chest, every time he struck, he would take a life.

These big men are just human traffickers, belonging to a small gang in the city, naturally they can't have the same background as Confucianism and Taoism, they just have a few defensive skills, and they were easily killed by Ye Qingguan.

This was a completely one-sided massacre, and in just a few dozen breaths, more than 20 big men all fell to the ground, blood flowing, converging into a stream, indescribably miserable.

A group of children were already stunned, and before they could react, more than 20 people were killed by Ye Qingguan, looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, one child finally couldn't hold back the fear in his heart, screamed and cried, and the other children were also screaming in horror and crying in an instant.

"Let's go. Ye Qingguan said a word, then took the little boy in one hand, swept onto the roof, and disappeared in an instant.

Soon, Ye Qingguan came to a deserted courtyard on the outskirts of the city and put the little boy down.

To his surprise, although the little boy's face was pale, he was still calm, but his legs were still shaking uncontrollably.

He was only twelve years old, and when he had ever seen such a cruel scene, blood had spread to the soles of his feet, and the pungent smell of blood would definitely be the most unforgettable thing in his life.

"You see, this is the way of a swordsman, he will kill a lot of people, and he will be stained with a lot of blood, in this way, do you still decide to be a swordsman?" Ye Qingguan looked at the little boy, his face was expressionless, and he said it very explicit and cruel.

The little boy's big eyes were full of horror, in his fantasy, the swordsman was a flying sword in white, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, sweeping in all directions, freehand and romantic, Ye Qingguan's appearance completely broke these illusions of his, and the original world of the swordsman was full of killing and death.

The little boy's eyes kept changing, full of fear, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, I still want to be the most powerful swordsman!"

Ye Qingguan smiled and said: "Sword immortals are not necessarily invincible in the world, you have to become the most powerful swordsman, this is a very distant goal." ”

The little boy's eyes became a little dazed for a while, as if he had lost his goal, and finally the ghost made a surprise sentence: "Then I will become as strong as you first." ”

He could see that those fierce and vicious men were like children under Ye Qingguan's hands, and they were slaughtered without the slightest resistance, which showed Ye Qingguan's strength.

Ye Qingguan glanced at him with a smile, and then asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy shook his head: "I don't have a name, for as long as I can remember, I was a beggar, that wooden sword, it was a toy given to me by an old beggar, I called him Grandpa Liu, he also died three years ago." ”

"No name?" Ye Qingguan frowned slightly.

The little boy suddenly remembered something, pulled out a wooden tag from under his neck, and showed it to Ye Qingguan: "This wooden tag I wore on my body when I was very young. ”

Ye Qingguan took the wooden plaque and saw that there were two words engraved on the wooden plaque - fifth!

"Fifth, is it his surname?" Ye Qingguan thought to himself.

Among the hundred family surnames, there is indeed such a surname, which is very rare, at least Ye Qingguan has never seen it before.

"Fifth, it's a surname, and it seems to be your last name. Ye Qingguan said to the little boy.

The little boy was a little dazed, he was illiterate, and he knew his surname for the first time.

"Since you like swords so much and are determined to become the most powerful swordsman in the world, how about calling it the fifth sword?" Ye Qingguan said suddenly.

The little boy's eyes lit up all of a sudden, the fifth sword, he liked the name very much: "Okay, I'll call it the fifth sword!"

Ye Qingguan smiled, carved the word "sword" on the north side of the wooden plaque, and then handed it to the little boy: "Remember, this is your name." ”