"You dare to be so rude to me!" A low and hoarse voice that seemed to come from ancient times came out of Yan Huaiyu's mouth.

Yan Huaiyu's eyes were red at this time, to be precise, it should be the Immortal Sword Spirit, and as soon as he raised his head, a violent qi fluctuation erupted from his body.

More than a dozen flying swords that came in the air were shaken by the waves and slowed down.

I saw that Yan Huaiyu's body was like a fairy sword, with his hands folded, raised above his head, his legs straight, spinning in the air, shuttling back and forth.

Quickly dodged more than a dozen menacing flying swords. Looking at this strange scene in front of them, the disciples of Dragon and Tiger Peak who were hiding in the depths of the woods were stunned one by one.

Zhou Tong, a young disciple who had previously advised Wu Shiren, opened his mouth and shouted, "Run away!"

The disciples scattered in a hurry, only hating their father and mother for giving birth to two legs.

Ximen Duxiu's eyes flashed, clenched his crying soul, and finally sighed secretly, resisted the urge to step forward, and turned around to resist the wind.

Yan Huaiyu's weird volley rushed towards Wu Shiren, and Wu Shiren only felt a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him, getting closer and closer.

Wu Shiren took out a handful of yellow rune paper in distress, this is the talisman heavenly thunder talisman specially prepared for him by Xuan Chengzi, which is activated at a critical moment, and can resist a blow from a master of the Yuqing Realm.

Usually he rarely takes it out and uses it, but this time he threw it behind him indiscriminately, only to hear the sound of banging continuously, and then he felt that those terrifying eyes were getting farther and farther away from him.

Resisting the bombardment of the last rune paper thunder, Yan Huaiyu knelt on one knee, bowed his head and panted, but the evil qi on his body turned from black to red, becoming more and more intense.

In the open space in the middle of the primeval mountain forest in the back mountain, Yan Huaiyu stared closely at the courtyard in front of the grass house in front of him, and in front of the stone table in the courtyard, an old man in linen with crane hair and a childish face looked down and tasted fragrant tea.

The old man raised his head slowly, his deep eyes were full of vicissitudes and wisdom, which made people fall into it.

The old man said lightly: "You are here, I have been waiting for a long time." ”

Yan Huaiyu frantically stimulated the evil qi in his whole body, and even faintly blood burst out of the wound, and he screamed from the bottom of his heart. Pulling out the dragon, a wave of it, a big killing word appeared out of thin air, the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, like a sword like a knife, and then it was slashed out hard, and the killing word shot away.

The old man in Mai was still expressionless, as steady as Mount Tai, and continued to taste the tea in his hand, and with a flick of his other hand, the flowers and plants next to him seemed to be swept by the wind, and fell to the side.

Still without any sound, Yan Huaiyu flew out upside down, and hit several ancient pines that were hugged by several people one after another before falling heavily to the ground, slaying the dragon and throwing it aside, fainting.

The old man's action of tasting tea paused slightly, and with a slight wave of his hand, a wave of fluctuation in the courtyard immediately erupted, and finally disappeared.

The old man put down the rough teacup in his hand and said to himself: "It's such a domineering evil spirit, the old man can't get rid of it for a while, and he backs up so quickly!"

Yan Huaiyu, who was in a coma, came to that dream again, the Shura battlefield, and at this moment, the immortal-killing sword spirit in his hand had turned into a tangible murder weapon, and the blood-red evil qi emerged.

At this moment, he was holding an immortal killer in his hand, and a sword pierced into the heart of the man who confronted the snake goddess. The man's mask had been cut in half and thrown to the ground at random, and the blood gushing out of his heart flowed on top of the immortal killer, and instantly disappeared into the sword body.

The man was unusually handsome, and a noble aura loomed, but his face was unusually pale, and the man had a weird smile on his face, staring at Yan Huaiyu without blinking.

The man spoke slowly: "I am willing to sacrifice you with all my blood, because you are me, I am you, kill!"

Another gentle voice came: "Child, keep your heart, you are you!"

The voice of the goddess shook Yan Huaiyu's spirit, and he only felt that he was being split in two, and the pain like his head tearing was unbearable.

Yan Huaiyu squatted on the ground in pain, tearing her hair frantically with both hands, as if she could relieve her pain.

Yan Huaiyu opened his eyes suddenly, his mind seemed to be filled with infinite pain in the dream, and slowly, he calmed down and saw everything in front of him.

At this moment he was in a grass hut, the house was very simple, only a straw bed and a dilapidated wooden table, but it was very neat and tidy, and there was a faint fragrance.

At this time, a kind voice came from outside the grass house: "Are you awake?"

Yan Huaiyu got up and walked out of the door, only to see the old man in Mai still sitting quietly in the courtyard alone, tasting the fragrant tea in his hand, as if in this world, only the tea in his hand is his everything.

"You sit down, I didn't expect your recovery ability to be amazing. The old man said lightly.

Yan Huaiyu sat lightly opposite the old man, staring at the lonely old man in front of him, trying to peek out from his every move and expression, but with his experience, he gained nothing.

The old man seemed to think for a long time, and then said, "What is your name, and what is the soul on your body?"

Yan Huaiyu coughed lightly and replied: "Disciple Yan Huaiyu, with a sword and a sword to kill immortals. I don't know how the seniors are honored? Alone in the mountain behind this Baiyun Peak. ”

The old man said lightly: "I can be here, of course I am a member of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, whose disciple are you?

Yan Huaiyu couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart, the head of the dignified Heavenly Dao League was actually called a little Taoist boy by him, he was eaten by the immortals, escaped from the cave of repentance, and committed the door rules, and was shocked by this person's small finger to shock the elders, what kind of identity is this person?

The old man looked up into the distance, his eyes as if he had traveled through time and space, and fell into deep thought.

After a cup of tea, the old man retracted his thoughts and slowly spoke: "I see that your swordsmanship is ingenious, and you have realized the Tao from calligraphy and painting, presumably your master is also a person with a wise heart, as for my name, the time is too long, and I have long forgotten it." Just call me nameless. ”

Yan Huaiyu bowed his head and said respectfully: "The disciple thanked the nameless senior. ”

The nameless old man took a sip of the fragrant tea in his hand and said: "With a gesture, when the immortal kills you, you are also devouring it, if you can keep your heart, you will eventually accept it and use it for your use, but how difficult it is, if you can be in the same realm as me in the future, I hope you can fight with me with all your might." ”

Yan Huaiyu was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, and hurriedly bowed down and replied: "The disciple doesn't dare, the senior has tormented the disciple." ”

The nameless old man said lightly: "I also hope so, but everything has a cause and effect, and there is a definite number in fate, I still have one more thing to ask for here, I wonder if Xiaoyou can agree to the old man?"

Yan Huaiyu was puzzled in his heart, such immortals in this place, with vast magical powers and omnipotence, actually asked for the help of a nobody, it seems that this matter is not easy.

The nameless old man smiled and said, "This matter is difficult for me, but for you, it may be possible." ”

Yan Huaiyu said in a low voice: "Please make it clear to your seniors." ”

The old man's words changed: "There is still more than a year before the martial arts competition, this custom has been around since my master respected the old man, I will first help you temporarily control the immortal sword spirit, I hope you will practice hard, and then you can obtain the qualification of an outstanding disciple." ”

Yan Huaiyu replied in a low voice: "Thank you seniors for your kindness, the disciple will definitely live up to your high expectations." ”

The nameless old man nodded and said, "At that time, I'll tell you what to do." ”