Just as Yan Shaoyou left Gu Xuan's room, Song Yunfeng also summoned his disciple Han Niyi to his side, and asked him about a series of things he had experienced over the years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Han Niyi made a long story short, and informed all the key points to the master Song Yunfeng. Song Yunfeng listened, sighed lightly, and looked at his disciple with envy, the cold armor that had always been bold was numb by Song Yunfeng, so he had to find an excuse to escape from his master.

Han Niyi left the alchemy room, and unconsciously came to the small square in front of the trial tower, he stopped and looked at the towering trial tower in front of him, and the shadow of a person appeared in his mind...

"Shen Tu, next time we fight, I will definitely defeat you!" Han Niyi gritted his teeth, and then walked straight to the Trial Tower.

Just as Han Niyi stepped into the Trial Tower, the door of the Trial Tower suddenly opened, and a young man with a general horn walked out, Han Niyi remembered this young man, he had followed behind his master and ancestor, and entered the Extreme Dao Hall with his master and uncle, but he didn't expect him to appear here.

Han Niyi stopped and looked at the young man in front of him, the young man was more than four feet tall, he was dressed in tattered sackcloth, and through the holes in his clothes, the wounds on his body were clearly visible, but what surprised Han Niyi the most was the long sword that the young man was holding on his back, and the undisguised killing aura.

The boy seemed to feel the gaze of the cold cloak, and he raised his head and met the cold cloak's eyes. The young man's face was expressionless, and his dark eyes were shining with cold light! The young man's eyes seemed to have a special magic power, luring the cold armor and indulging in it.

Time passed little by little, and the young man was very unhappy by the cold armor, and then his eyes closed slightly, and a sword light gushed out from his eyes.

"Whoosh!" There was a sound of breaking the air, and the sword light brushed against the ears of Han Niyi, and a wisp of black silk fell in response.

Death passed by, and Han Gunyi woke up suddenly, he took a few steps back, and looked at the dangerous young man in front of him with jealous eyes.

Seeing the jealous look on Han Nit's face, the young man snorted coldly, no longer paid attention to him, carried the long sword on his back, walked straight in front of Han Nitrate, and walked into the distance.

When did Han Niyi receive such contempt, the anger in his heart exploded, "Boy, you stop!" Han Niyi turned around and shouted at the young man.

"Why, you still want to suffer a little!" said the young man after a pause.

"You!" Han Gunyi was furious, "Boy, you can compare with me in the martial arts arena!"

"Heh, I'm afraid of you!!" The young man turned and said lightly.

"Come with me!" Han Niyi stopped provoking and turned to lead the way for the young man.

"Sir's doorman, let me Ge Shuhao try how many catties you have!" the young man thought to himself as he walked.

After a while, the two came to the martial arts arena, at this time there were many disciples on the martial arts platform to learn and communicate, the arrival of the two did not cause any ripples, the competition was still competing, and the spectators were still watching the battle.

The two of them found an idle martial arts platform, and at the same time flew up to the martial arts platform, Han Gunyi looked at the young man coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Please!"

"Please!" the young man replied in a deep voice, and then only a muffled sound was heard, and the life-size long sword on the young man's back suddenly came out of its sheath, and the void spun around, and the long sword fell straight into the young man's palm.

"Wooden sword?" Han Niyi wondered.

"Well, according to the gentleman's sword. The boy replied truthfully.

"Master?" asked Han Niyi.

"Well, I'm a swordsman who was collected by Mr. The boy replied honestly.

"I see!" Han Niyi muttered, and the question in his heart was solved.

"What are you muttering, I'm going to make a move!" I saw the young man holding the sword in both hands, and slashed suddenly, and then a sword qi broke through the air.

Seeing this, Han Niyi immediately filled up his true qi, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed with a powerful sword, facing the powerful attack of the sky-breaking sword qi.

"Boom!" As soon as the sword qi and sword qi came into contact, they immediately exploded, and the tentative move did not distinguish between victory and defeat. However, the riot of true qi alarmed the surrounding disciples, and they all turned their heads to look at the two of them.

"It's Senior Brother Han!"

"Oh yes!"

"Hey, who is that kid who is sparring with Senior Brother Han? Why haven't I seen it. ”

"You are really lonely, that child was brought back by the sect master himself, and he is likely to become a personal disciple in the future!"

"That's amazing!"

"Otherwise, do you think that a person can learn from my true disciple of the Extreme Dao?"

"That's right!"

"It's been said, look, it's time to fight again"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and it was difficult to distinguish between them on the stage. Ten moves, twenty moves, fifty moves... The more Han Niyi fought, the heavier his mood became, he was a dignified and extreme true disciple, a second-rate high-level little master, and he couldn't even take a young man with a general horn, which was too embarrassing.

On the other hand, the young man danced more and more smoothly with the long sword in his hand, and the originally blunt sword moves gradually became proficient, the young man smiled, changed another set of swordsmanship, and continued to respond to the enemy.

"It's changed again, it's changed again, this is already the fifth set of swordsmanship!"

"Yes, this young man is taking Senior Brother Han as a practice object!"

"I know how to use this swordsmanship, it is an intermediate swordsmanship, and the power is amazing!"

The disciples watching the battle in the audience were still chattering and communicating. On the stage, Han Niyi already knew the purpose of the young man when he changed the third set of swordsmanship, and he also wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, but he was powerless. The boy was like a piece of kraft candy, clinging to himself. To his surprise, his moves were uncontrollable, and he kept handing out the boy's tricks for him to deal with.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, the disciples left the martial arts arena one after another, they were tired of watching the two fight, in their eyes, this was just Han Nitrate Yi feeding the boy for the boy to practice swordsmanship, and the only bright spot was probably the boy's inexhaustible swordsmanship.

In the martial arts arena, on the martial arts platform, the sword-wielding boy Ge Shuhao saw the last person leaving, and suddenly burst up, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a remnant of the Dao, he gave up all the swordsmanship, or he integrated all the swordsmanship into this style of sword move, an ordinary stab, piercing the space, and attacking the cold armor strongly.

However, in the face of this most ordinary sword, Han Yanyi was stunned, in his eyes, the opponent was no longer that young man, but a world-shattering sword...

"You've lost!" the sword stopped at the throat of the cold cloak.

"Yes, I'm defeated!" said Han Niyi with a wry smile.

"Whew... I'm so tired..."The young man withdrew his sword, a smile appeared on his pale face, and then he fell into the arms of the cold cloak.

Han Niyi glanced at the young man who fainted in his arms, picked him up, jumped off the fighting platform, and the wooden sword slipped from the young man's hand, and the moment it touched the ground, it turned into sawdust all over the ground.

A hint of surprise flashed in Han Yiyi's eyes, he looked at the pale young man in his arms again, and then led him towards the direction of the Danfang... (To be continued.) )