Following Murong Hang, Yi Changqing came to the mountain peak where Xuanyun was located, where there was a large array, and it was difficult for ordinary martial artists to enter without guidance, but Yi Changqing was walking leisurely here.

His demeanor was indifferent, his steps were brisk, the formation hidden in this mountain had no effect on him, and Murong Hang behind him had to rely on a small sword to guide him, but he didn't use it at all.

"It's a good maze and it's improving. ”

Yi Changqing walked away, and muttered two sentences in his mouth.

He knew that in addition to the way of the sword in his life, Xuanyun also loved the way of formation, and speaking of which, the way of this formation was still enlightened by him.

Most of the other party's formations were taught by him.

Therefore, although the maze set up by Xuanyun was clever enough to hide most of the martial artists in the Ink Spirit Realm, it couldn't hide it from him, not to mention, Yi Changqing had spied on this place with his sword pupil before.

It was almost defenseless to him.

"It's really fake, you can come and go here freely without relying on the guidance of the formation sword, does this guy really have anything to do with the ancestor?"

Murong hung behind him and thought to himself.

Yi Changqing is becoming more and more unfathomable in his heart.

Soon, the two of them came to the top of the mountain, that is, in front of the thatched house, and as if sensing Yi Changqing's arrival, the door of the thatched house creaked and opened by itself.

Yi Changqing could see that there was a thin figure sitting inside, his eyes were sunken, his shape was erect, and he looked like an old man with half of his body in the ground, this person was Xuanyun.

According to the classics, Xuanyun Sword has bright eyebrows, handsome and extraordinary, and is a dragon among people, when he became famous in Qinzhou, I don't know how many martial arts ladies admired him.

With Yi Changqing, the old man in front of him is completely the same as heaven and earth, except for Yi Changqing and Murong Hang, it is estimated that anyone who sees this person in front of him will not be able to associate with Xuanyun.

Xuanyun raised his cloudy eyes, glanced at Yi Changqing, and then asked in an indifferent tone, "Who are you?"

"Yi Changqing, or Mr. Yi you are familiar with. ”

"Which Mr. Yi?"

"Teach you the way of the sword, pass on the way of your formation, bring you out of a small mountain village, and name you Xuanjiu...... Mr. Yi. ”

Yi Changqing said flatly.

But before he could say a word, Xuanyun's body trembled.

He stared at Yi Changqing, looking at the face in front of him that did not resemble the past, and said in disbelief: "Impossible!"

In his cognition, Mr. Yi, that is, the Sword Ancestor, is peerless, and he has only been with each other for less than ten years, but the other party's influence on him has been throughout this life.

How could it be the little ghost in front of him?

But if not.

How could this person know so much about himself and his husband?

"Master. ”

Behind Yi Changqing, Murong was late.

But before he could see the situation in front of him clearly, an incomparably cold storm of sword qi swept out of the thatched house, and as a generation of sword venerables, he was still swept away by this sword qi hundreds of feet away.

"Don't come near without my permission!"

Xuanyun's words came out.

The look of astonishment on Murong Hang's face flashed, but Xuanyun's words had to be listened to, so he could only stay outside respectfully.

"Say, who the hell are you?"

Xuanyun looked at Yi Changqing in front of him and asked.

"Li Gouzi, dare to speak to me like this, it seems that you have grown a lot, can you still use the sword I gave you now?"

Yi Changqing chuckled.

Then he made a slight gesture towards the thatched hut.

I saw an inexplicable fluctuation emanating from the room, and a black sword was as fast as a meteor, sweeping through the void, hovering around Yi Changqing for a while, and then turned into a streamer and landed steadily in Yi Changqing's hand.

That black sword is exactly what is rumored to be ...... The Emperor of Hades has no edge.

It is rumored that this sword is extremely fierce, and it is tempered by the fire of the Nine Shadows, once an ordinary martial artist touches it, it will be frostbitten by the cold sword qi of the Nine Shadows, and it will be killed on the spot, and the gods will be difficult to save.

But Yi Changqing held this sword, but it was unscathed.

Not only that, but the Immortal Emperor Wufeng let out bursts of crisp sword groans in his palm, as docile as a domestic cat.

This scene suddenly made Xuanyun's eyes widen.

"How can this be, the Hades Emperor Wufeng was given to me by Mr. Yi, even I have to refine it before I can use it, but why can this person in front of me be so easy to manipulate!!"

"How the hell did he do it!!"

Xuanyun couldn't believe it at all.

Then he stared at Yi Changqing, and an idea flashed through his mind that even he thought was extremely ridiculous.

Could it be that the person in front of him is really Mr. Yi?

"Heh, Hades Emperor Wufeng, this name is good, but it is just a defective product left by my original refining of the Divine Sword Array, but you are famous because of you, you have not insulted the ability I taught you. ”

Yi Changqing carried the Immortal Emperor Wufeng, and a sword pressure gradually spread out from his body, and this sword pressure made the Ziwei Emperor Heavenly Sword Dian sword qi in Xuanyun's body throb, and even made his heart lake ripple instantly.

"This sword is ...... You are really Mr. Yi!!"

Xuanyun's lips trembled and he said.

He had been by Yi Changqing's side in the past, and he was familiar with the sword pressure on his body, although the sword pressure in front of him was much less powerful, it could not be the same as before.

But it is indeed Mr. Yi, that is, the Sword Ancestor's!

"Li Gouzi, how could I have lied to you, in the past, when you and I were separated, I said, if there is fate, we will meet again, you see, now we will not meet again?" Yi Changqing said with a smile.

But then, he laughed at himself, "Although I have changed my skin, I am not the omnipotent sword ancestor of the past." ”

With a pop, in the thatched house, Xuanyun, a generation of sword kings who were famous in the Ink Spirit Realm, knelt directly on the ground, and then walked in front of Yi Changqing with his knees, his cloudy eyes filled with tears.

He kowtowed three times to Yi Changqing, "Xuan Jiu to see Mr., no matter what Mr. looks like or what the situation is, Mr. is always Xuan Jiu's husband, the grace of saving lives, the grace of teaching, the grace of nurturing, Xuan Jiu dare not forget." ”

"Heh, you're still the same idiot you used to be. ”

Yi Changqing chuckled, "Get up, you are now a dignified generation of sword kings, kneeling me is such a melting spirit, it makes people see jokes." ”

Xuan Yun, that is, Xuan Jiu shook his head, "Xuan Jiu has relied on Mr. all his life, don't say bow down, even if Mr. wants Xuan Jiu's liver and brain to be smeared, Xuan Jiu will never say anything!"

Xuan Jiu's tone was sonorous, and his gaze was extremely resolute.

Yi Changqing was slightly touched.

In fact, he and Xuan Jiu have been separated for tens of thousands of years, such a long period of time is enough to change a person's heart, and he is not sure if Xuan Jiu still respects him as much as he did back then.

This is also the reason why he knew that Xuan Jiu was still in the Sword Sect but did not come to see him, who knows if the other party will have a different heart because of his current situation and bite back?

It was only now that he came to recognize the other party when he was sure.

Fortunately, there are countless treacherous and evil in this world, and people's hearts are unpredictable, but there are always some people's pure hearts, which will not change because of the passage of time, Xuan Jiu, or the Xuan Jiu of the year.

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