After Chen Xiao and Jin Wuya stepped into the Flame Gate one after another, the light on the water mirror in front of this hall was also suddenly extinguished. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of the big guys sighed regretfully, knowing that this excitement obviously couldn't be watched anymore.

But thinking that in a small Holy Sparrow Tower trial, they could actually see the demeanor of the Heavenly Remnant Nine Swords reappear, and they all felt that they were not allowed to make this trip.

And Chen Xiao's reputation has also completely resounded in Lingxiao University, and no one dares to slander him.

As soon as this incident came out, it was a complete affirmation of Yang's name.

It proves that what Yang recommended is not only not a waste, but a rare peerless genius in the world, and Chen Xiao has suppressed the vast majority of young people in the Ten Thousand Worlds, becoming the first person of the youth generation who deserves it.

In this way, Shen Ming Yang's recommendation this time was not only without fault, but it was a great merit, and for a while, it also made those who had mocked Shen Ming Yang a little ashamed.

Not to mention the complicated feelings of these big shots, just say that after Chen Xiao stepped into the flame gate, he only felt in a trance.

In a rapid whirlwind, a mysterious power suddenly poured into the soul, and a strong feeling of dizziness also hit immediately, Chen Xiao didn't snort, and then fainted.

When I woke up again, I felt that my mind was groggy and blank, and I couldn't remember any of my memories, and it was as clean as a blank piece of paper.

"Squeak"!

Just as Chen Xiao was kneading his temples with his fingers in pain, a wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a resolute face walked in.

The middle-aged man's eyes were covered by a black cloth, and there were many twisted and terrifying scars extending around the black cloth.

"Chen Xiao, hurry up, it's time to practice swords!" The middle-aged man's tone was a little gloomy, and there seemed to be a murderous aura in his mind when he spoke.

Chen Xiao's heart sank, and he couldn't help but follow the instructions, sat up from the hard wooden bed, picked up the wooden sword beside the bed, and followed the middle-aged man out of the house.

After leaving the house, Chen Xiao found that the wooden house was surrounded by dead trees, and there was a dead silence, like a tomb.

The middle-aged man limped forward with Chen Xiao, and during this walk, Chen Xiao found that the man in the middle had also suffered an extremely serious injury on his leg, if it weren't for his profound mana, I am afraid that even walking would be a problem.

Soon after, the two came to the depths of the dead wood, and after the middle-aged man chose a dead tree, the two immediately stood still.

"Chen Xiao, do you remember the swordsmanship I taught you?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, Chen Xiao felt a throbbing pain in his mind, and a memory that came out of nowhere also followed.

The scenes of the middle-aged man teaching him swordsmanship kept flashing, and finally Chen Xiao not only learned a subtle swordsmanship, but also knew the middle-aged man's name - Withered Leaf.

As the name suggests, the withered leaf man is like a leaf that is about to wither, full of pain and dead silence, and he is willing to stay in this desolate place like a tomb, but for some reason he shoulders the responsibility of teaching Chen Xiao's swordsmanship.

The only memory that Chen Xiao can remember before coming here at this time is a man in white clothes, as if this person brought Chen Xiao here, persuaded Dead Leaf to teach him swordsmanship, and then left him alone in this place.

Seeing that Chen Xiao didn't answer his question for a long time, but was stunned there, the withered leaves snorted coldly in displeasure: "Chen Xiao, what are you doing in a daze, show me the sword technique." ”

Chen Xiao was stimulated by an invisible murderous aura, and his mind immediately sobered up, a sword trick flowed through his heart, and the sword in his hand also danced instantly.

This sword momentum is together, and there are many chaotic shadows in the field, as if there are branches and leaves and flower shadows rising in this sword momentum, and the flowers are full of flowers, so beautiful.

But when the withered leaves saw Chen Xiao's dancing swordsmanship, he snorted coldly with anger, and the bamboo cane used to guide the way in his hand was immediately pointed out, as if a tall green bamboo was suddenly inserted into the sword momentum.

Chen Xiao only felt a pain in his wrist, and the wooden sword immediately flew out of his hand and stuck obliquely on the ground.

"Idiot, how can the Qinglian Sword dance like this, it can't find death, look at it!"

As he spoke, the bamboo cane in the withered leaf's hand rose again, and a layer of sword shadows as fine as clouds and mist immediately surged in midair, suddenly rolling over the dead wood not far away, and then suddenly retracted.

And on the dead wood, there are clearly nine lifelike green lotuses, as if they originally grew on this dead wood, which is amazing.

"Remember, condense but not scattered, complicated but not chaotic, this is the true meaning of the Qinglian Sword, from now on, you will practice here, when you practice to my satisfaction, when can you go back to eat." ”

Hearing this, Chen Xiao's face stiffened, but the withered leaves left without Chen Xiao's consent.

Chen Xiao looked at the scene full of dead wood, and after hesitating for a moment, he had to pick up the wooden sword and continue to practice.

To be honest, the scene when I saw the nine lotus flowers left by the sword of the withered leaves was really pleasing to the eye.

However, when Chen Xiao also wanted to do this, he knew how difficult it was.

You must know that after inexplicably losing all his memories, Chen Xiao no longer remembered most of the things, and naturally he did not have the profound kendo cultivation before entering this place.

Now that he is like a blank piece of paper, it is natural that he will have a headache when he encounters such a complex and exquisite swordsmanship.

Fortunately, whenever Chen Xiao encountered something that he really couldn't understand in his swordsmanship, there would always be a warm current in his mind, which made Chen Xiao's mouth open and help him slowly cultivate the Qinglian swordsmanship for a period of time in the future.

It was also after half a moon that a clear lotus flower was finally left on the dead wood.

Although this lotus flower is not as exquisite and vivid as the dead leaves, it also makes Chen Xiao's heart can't help but feel a sense of surprise and pride.

In this way, Chen Xiao and the dead leaves lived in this dead wood forest, and this stay was a year.

It wasn't until Chen Xiao finally left nine lotus flowers on this dead wood that this time of calm and almost silence came to an abrupt end.

"Hahaha, little guy, a bullshit Qinglian swordsmanship actually let you learn it for a year, it's really stupid to grandma's house, it seems that it must have been caused by eating too badly when you were a child, butcher, I'll take you to make up for it!"

Just as Chen Xiao left nine lotus flowers on the dead wood and looked at the dead leaves proudly, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the ground covered by countless dead leaves.

The black shadow rolled lightly, and wrapped Chen Xiao in his arms, and then a fishy wind suddenly rose, and the black shadow disappeared in an instant.

The withered leaves who stayed in place watched the black shadow go away, but they couldn't help but snort coldly: "Dead butcher, if it weren't for the eldest brother ordering us not to fight among ourselves, I would have chopped you into meat and fed to the dogs based on your words." ”

And the butcher who went away, as if he had ears to the wind, actually accurately captured the words of the withered leaves hundreds of feet away, and at this time he also muttered with disdain: "I, with your malnourished body, you also want to fight with me, I can't help myself!"

However, although the butcher muttered disdainfully, he did not mean to go back to the field at all, obviously he was still very afraid of the dead leaves, and it was not as easy as he said.