Bai Yan slowly walked towards the depths of the Sword Valley, not as vigilant as he had just entered the Sword Valley, and now he was very calm, welcoming the seventh level with a learning attitude.

Bai Yan walked to a square.

The square was a martial arts training ground, and there were dozens of monks standing in the field, each of them was a monk at the peak of the Dan Qi Realm, they were holding different weapons in their hands, and their eyes were staring at Bai Yan in unison.

"It turns out that Jian Lao has a disciple. When Bai Yan saw dozens of monks, it suddenly dawned on him that Jian Lao was not living alone in seclusion, he had cultivated many disciples.

"We are all sword disciples, although we haven't met Jian Lao, but with his guidance, the swordsmanship we have learned is inherited from him. A middle-aged monk walked out of the dozens of monks, and he clenched his fist slightly at Bai Yan and explained: "If the interlocutor wants to pass this level, he must defeat all our monks, and what we have are different kinds of weapons, including knives, spears, spears, axes, and hammers...... , we don't have to compete in strength, but simply compete in swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and spearmanship. ”

Bai Yan understood Jian Lao's intentions, nodded slightly at the middle-aged monk, and rushed towards a monk.

The sword-wielding monk raised his broadsword and slashed forward, a huge sword aura slashing forward with a whistling sound.

Bai Yan swung his sword, the sword was like a gossamer, dissolving the domineering sword, and the sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, stabbing the monk's arm holding the knife.

Bang~!

The monk was wounded in the arm and was unable to hold the broadsword, which fell to the ground in the square.

"Sword Breaker!" the old disciples of the sword said in unison.

"Shoot me!" a monk with a gun waved his spear and pointed out a flower of spear.

"Sword breaking!" Bai Yan swung his sword upward, smashing the spear flowers.

The monk holding the gun moved, and stabbed out thousands of gun shadows, there was no phantom, all of them were real guns, but the speed of the gun was too fast, so that thousands of gun heads could be stabbed together.

"I use the Shadow Splitting Sword Technique to break it!" Bai Yan once saw the Split Shadow Sword Technique from an ancient book, this kind of sword technique is suitable for group battles, and this move is the most powerful in a group of monk battles, but there are few group battles in the cultivation realm, so this sword technique is very chicken.

Bai Yan originally didn't plan to practice the Shadow Splitting Sword Technique, but he just learned this Sword Technique with the mentality that he might be able to use it in the future, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today, which was really an unexpected joy.

As soon as the shadow swordsmanship came out, one after another miniature sword qi slashed towards thousands of spear shadows like sharp blades, breaking the peerless shot.

"Sword and spear!" the monks announced in unison.

"Look at the arrows!" the monk who drew the bow distanced herself from Bai Yan, and before she opened the bow, she reminded Bai Yan of a word, and then shot a series of arrows.

If you use brute force to break an arrow, it is not the work of a wise man.

Bai Yan waved the ancient sword, and used his skill to lure the arrows elsewhere, without breaking the arrows at all.

The nun shot a thousand arrows one after another, and finally found that she had been led elsewhere by Bai Yandu, and was greatly disappointed, took her bow, and quietly withdrew from the square.

Knives, guns, bows, spears, all kinds of weapons, Bai Yan broke it with a sword, and broke dozens of weapons with one sword, not to mention the great progress in swordsmanship, but also mastered the trick of dealing with various weapons.

"Passed the seventh hurdle. Bai Yan's heart was naturally extremely happy, he benefited a lot from this level, and mastered the trick of breaking dozens of weapons, which was very beneficial to future battles.

Walking through the square, Bai Yan came to a strange world.

One by one, the naked fairies pounced, all of them were the best in the cultivation realm, not only with a unique appearance and figure, but also with an otherworldly temperament.

"The eighth level under Jian Lao Bu turned out to be a level that tested the monk's Dao heart. Bai Yan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, a trace of red flashed in his eyes, and he swung his sword and slashed at the body of a perfect fairy.

Puff puff!

Blood splashed everywhere, and the naked fairies were killed by Bai Yan's merciless sword, and if he was not ruthless, he would definitely not be able to pass this level, and Bai Yan took women very lightly, and cutting a fairy was like cutting a straw.

The stunning fairy is just a pink skeleton in Bai Yan's eyes, cut it, kill it, Bai Yan will not hesitate at all.

In the time of only a hundred breaths, Bai Yan had already killed all the naked fairies.

Bai Yan's Dao Heart had no problem at all, and he easily passed the eighth level.

Wow!

The scene in front of Bai Yan's eyes changed, and he appeared in a small village.

"It's the Phantom Array again! Sword Elder is good at Phantom Array, and likes to test his disciples with Phantom Array. Bai Yan figured out Jian Lao's temper, originally thought that the small village in front of him was just an ordinary small village, but when he looked carefully, he saw the three people walking towards him in the village, and his face changed greatly.

"Dad, mother, big brother!"

Bai Yan looked at the three people who walked towards him, and his face became excited.

"Yan'er, you're back, Dad has been waiting for you for ten years, come home with me. Father Yan stretched out his hand and pointed to the dilapidated house.

Looking at the familiar broken grass house, Bai Yan was more excited than seeing a luxurious palace, which was the home that had accompanied him for more than ten years, where he cried, laughed, played, and the past emerged one after another, making him can't help but shed tears when his heart is firm.

"Xiaoyan, go home with your brother, and he will make you a pair of knee pads, so that the stones won't touch your knees when you climb the mountain road. Bai Yan's eldest brother smiled innocently.

Bai Yan's eyes were blurred with tears, he remembered that when he left home for the last time, his eldest brother had promised that he would build a pair of knee pads for himself when he came back, and he woke up laughing from his dream that night, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep at the thought of being able to wear the knee pads made by his eldest brother.

"Son, my mother's eyes still can't see clearly, you are running around for your mother to find herbs to cure your eyes, these years, you have suffered, go home with your mother, your mother's eyes can still see you, when your mother can see you, I want you to live happily, I don't want to see you suffer. Mother Yan shed tears as she spoke, the tears of an elderly mother who felt sorry for her son.

Bai Yan couldn't control his emotions anymore, tears fell like droplets, recalling the past, in order to sew clothes for himself, his mother pricked needles in her hands one by one, she hated herself for being useless, if she could find herbs for her mother's eyes, her mother would be able to see clearly, and she would not prick her hands when she sewed clothes for herself.

Bai Yan clearly remembers that the last time he left home, the night before leaving, his mother sewed a gown for herself under the oil lamp with her hand full of needles.

The thread in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, the intention of returning late.

Bai Yan still didn't return in the end, he can imagine countless days and nights, his mother looked forward to seeing things and thinking about people when he returned, and tears flowed down his face.