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Under the mist, in the moonlight, the figure of a teenager loomed.

Looking closely, the end of the young man's eyebrows was already frosty and condensed, and his thin face exuded a cold air.

The boy sat cross-legged on the cold ground, his eyes closed and his body motionless.

Long...

Swish!

I saw that the young man's eyes opened suddenly, and there seemed to be a silver light shooting out of the dark pupils, but this light was fleeting, like an illusion, even if someone saw it, they had to wonder if they were dazzled.

"Pure heart and quiet mind!"

There was a flash of excitement in the young man's eyes, but the next moment, the young man's face turned cold, and he immediately calmed down, and took out a pitch-black sword from the ground.

This is a peculiar sword, the hilt is pitch black, the blade is also pitch black, the length is more than six feet, such a long sword body, but only two fingers wide, people wonder if the sword is too brittle, it can break at any time. Under the moonlight, there was not a trace of light reflected on the long sword, and faintly, the moonlight fell on the sword body and dimmed, as if it had been absorbed by the sword.

"Dad, the child has finally discovered a trace of the secret in this long sword and embarked on the path of cultivation, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to cultivate and avenge you!" The young man's eyes suddenly welled up with sadness, mixed with endless hatred. He stared deeply at the sword in his hand, then stood up and grabbed the scabbard from under a large tree behind him, and placed it diagonally behind him.

Jungle, endless jungle.

The boy was actually in the mountains.

Speeding all the way, the young man's figure was churning and jumping in the dense forest, even more agile than the tiger and leopard, but between the walks, there was no sound, like a ghost.

Finally, when the moonlight was falling and the east was about to dawn, wisps of cooking smoke rose from afar.

Seeing this scene, the young man pursed his lips, and his figure suddenly slowed down.

......

Yunhe Village is at the foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and there are only dozens of households in the village, with a population of more than 100 people.

Before dawn, a group of children dressed in simple clothes had already gathered and stood under a big tree in the middle of the village to start their day's cultivation.

These children, the youngest of whom was no more than three or four years old, and the eldest of whom was only twelve or thirteen years old, stood in front of them a white-faced scholar, dressed in a white robe covered with lines, shining in the early morning mist.

"What I want to teach you today is the most basic method of breathing and breathing, you have to remember that the path of cultivation needs to be taken step by step, and you must lay a good foundation from an early age, so that you can advance by leaps and bounds in the future, break the confinement, achieve success in cultivation, and fly away!" The white-faced scholar was full of smiles, looking at the children standing in a row in a row and listening to his words carefully, staring at him with bright eyes, which made him can't help but think of when he was a child, wouldn't he be as full of hope and expectation for cultivation as the child in front of him!

However, the path of cultivation is only difficult!

If he hadn't been injured, how could he have nested in this small village and become an enlightened gentleman?

Sighing slightly, he restrained his mood and said solemnly: "If you want to make a difference in the future, you must firmly remember what I will teach you next!"

"On the way to cultivation, there are five layers of borrowing gods, the first layer is to clear the mind and calm the spirit, the second layer is to comprehend the gods, the third layer is called borrowing the gods to reside in the body, the fourth layer is integrated into one, and the fifth layer opens up the knowledge and Tibet! These five layers of realm, step by step, and the heavens! You must keep in mind!" Seeing that the children were fascinated by what they heard, the white-faced Wensheng smiled slightly, and said: "I will teach you the most basic method of breathing and breathing now, you must listen carefully, do what I say, spread out first, and do it cross-legged!"

"Yes!" the children's voices came neatly, and one by one they found their seats and sat down, and the gentleman nodded slightly, and was about to speak.

"Look, it's a cloud of waste!" Suddenly, a child cried out: "He entered the mountains of ten thousand gullies, disappeared for more than ten days, and he didn't die!"

"What? Waste Cloud is not dead?" Following the direction of the first child's finger, everyone subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the village, only to see a young man in black, carrying a sword longer than his body, slowly walking in step by step.

"Didn't the village chief say that Yi Jianyun trespassed into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains and was already dead?" Some children felt incredible: "He, a waste who can't cultivate, can actually come out of the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains alive, it's impossible!"

These children are much younger than the young man named 'Yi Jianyun', but there is disdain in the eyes that look at the young man, just because they can't cultivate in this continent, it means that they are an absolute waste.

This continent is called the Immortal Continent, and as the name suggests, the method of cultivating immortals is also widely spread, and even the most dilapidated mountain villages can be cultivated. It's just that the people in these places can only practice the lowest level of breathing and breathing, and they can only strengthen their bodies, and they don't have the legendary great supernatural powers of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, turning the world upside down.

And if a person can't even cultivate the most basic method of breathing and breathing, it is simply unthinkable.

Yi Jianyun is such a person!

The voices of these children were louder than the other, as if they were afraid that Yi Jianyun would not be able to hear them, but what made these children feel bored was that Yi Jianyun didn't even glance at them. This makes them bored and they stop paying attention to this 'waste cloud'!

However, the white-faced gentleman looked at Yi Jianyun with some surprise, and always felt that today's Yi Jianyun was a little different, but where was the difference, he couldn't say it, shook his head, his face turned cold, and scolded: "Don't calm down yet, do what I say!"

"Oh!" As soon as the husband reprimanded them, these children gathered their minds one by one and seriously practiced breathing and breathing.

Yi Jianyun's home is halfway up the mountainside, although it is in the village, but it is separated from other people's houses for a few miles, and he is alone there, just like Yi Jianyun, he is also a lonely person.

Seeing a few thatched huts on the mountainside, Yi Jianyun's cold face finally had a trace of warmth, although the house was broken, it was his root, after all, this house had accompanied him for eighteen spring and autumn periods.

However, when he got closer, Yi Jianyun only felt a 'boom' in his mind, and a wave of anger surged into his heart.

I saw that the courtyard outside the thatched hut was in a mess, and the holes in the house were densely packed like a sieve, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and it was about to collapse immediately.

"Who got it?"

Yi Jianyun walked into the house, it was empty, and there was nothing left.

"I don't have anything of value in this house, who is it?What are you looking for?" Yi Jianyun tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and began to think about the reason, "Could it be... Those people?"

Thinking of this, Yi Jianyun's eyes became gloomy, and a wave of anger poured out from the bottom of his heart, those people, who killed their father, actually found here? If it weren't for the fact that he had just hidden in the mountains for more than ten days to cultivate, I was afraid that he would have followed in his father's footsteps at this moment!

"No, you can't stay here!" Yi Jianyun made a quick decision, and he didn't need to pack anything, so he galloped in the direction of the Ten Thousand Gully Mountains, this time he didn't go out from the entrance of the village again, but went directly around the hill behind the house, he wanted to bypass everyone's sight and ensure safety.

"Kill my father, destroy my homeland!Sword furnace Yang, wait! One day, I, Yi Jianyun, must be returned by you a hundredfold!" A ruthlessness appeared on the young man's face, facing the enemy, no, he hadn't even seen the enemy's face, but he had to run away aggrievedly, this feeling almost blew his lungs.

Strength!

In this world, everything is about strength.

In my memory, although my father often coughed up blood due to illness, his strength was not low, and he had not been able to cultivate until ten days ago, when he accidentally discovered the secret in the sword and began to cultivate, but it was much worse than his father. And the people of the Yang family, there are some masters, who can seriously injure their father and escape back desperately, how can they be opponents!

And since the other party's purpose is his family heirloom sword, even if he dies, he can't let the sword that his father kept with his life lose from his hands!

Is the power of the Sword Furnace Yang Clan so great?

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