"I should call him Father 1," Moon Dance said lightly, as if to say something that had nothing to do with him.

Hearing this, Ye Chen looked stunned and didn't say anything.

Catching a glimpse of Ye Chen's face, Moon Dance Evil smiled faintly and said, "You didn't feel any surprise!" In the same words, Ye Chen casually clamped Xue Huā in the palm of his hand, looked at Xue Huā a few times with deep meaning, and chuckled: "There are some things, don't be surprised if you know it, aren't you?"

With a smile, Moon Dance continued: "I remember that when I was sensible, I followed my mother to have a nose. At that time, the children next to me all had fathers, which was also my envy. However, whenever I asked my mother about him, she always washed her face with tears, and then I hated this man, and later, when my mother died, she told me this fact!"

"A man who abandoned his wife for the sake of the Mén faction!hehe!" Moondance's smile was a little bleak.

Ye Chen doesn't know how to comfort people, in Ye Chen's opinion, the last comfort is to stand quietly and listen.

"Originally, after my mother passed away, I vowed to make this man regret it!" clasped his hands, Moon Dance said in a deep voice: "And the way to make this man regret it is to become excellent, even better than the moon marks he cultivated himself!"

"It is precisely because of this that I am very grateful to the master of the peak, it is the guidance of the Hua that I have taken many fewer curves on the road of martial arts, but unfortunately he is no longer there!" Raising his head, the Moon Dance looked firmly at the young man in front of him, who was a few years younger than himself, and said firmly: "So, with the wind, I have a request, I hope you can agree"... Moon Dancer's eyes were extremely determined, which undoubtedly showed his determination.

Hearing this, Ye Chen looked at the Moon Dance Evil with deep meaning, but still didn't make a sound, just nodded.

"I hope you can be my master!" Before the words fell, Moon Dancer's figure fell downward, his knees slightly bent.

Just as Moon Dance's knee was about to touch the rock, a gentle force emerged and held it up.

Raising his head, Moon Dance Evil still looked at Ye Chen firmly.

Snow huā slipped from Ye Chen's fingertips, Ye Chen didn't say anything, with a flick of his right hand, the figure of the Moon Dance Evil stood upright again.

Turning around, Ye Chen pointed to the long sword path below, and said lightly: "Do you know a lot about the way of the sword?" "The way of the sword!" took a step forward, the Moon Dance Demon's eyes condensed slightly, looking at the sword path below that seemed to be a blood path.

"There, countless sword god mén pioneers are buried!" With his hands behind his back, Ye Chen said lightly: "Take a good trip to the way of the sword, and you will find that the way of the sword is the best humble master!"

There was a hint of contemplation in his eyes, and after a few moments, the Moon Dance Evil Fang bowed to Ye Chen.

Turning around, Moon Dance Evil didn't say anything more, and his body took a step forward, turned into a streamer, and fell down.

Looking at the disappearing figure, Ye Chen still didn't say anything, and his martial robe was blowing in the cold wind.

After pondering for a few moments, Ye Chen sat directly on the mountain rock, letting Naxue huā dye his long hair white and ignore it.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his Xuan Bing Technique was running in Ye Chen's body, and the aura of heaven and earth was frantically surging towards Ye Chen, and Ye Chen's mind was completely immersed in cultivation.

This battle was undoubtedly a training for Ye Chen, especially the battle with the Hún Martial Realm martial artists.

Some realizations flowed in Ye Chen's heart, and Ye Chen was completely immersed in this cultivation.

Although there were many hún martial arts realm martial artists who died in Ye Chen's hands this time, Ye Chen knew that it was only because of the assistance of the Fire Qilin, and if he really faced a hún martial realm, the fate that awaited him would be death.

Feeling the terrifying energy in the dantian, Ye Chen once again carried the Vermilion Bird Technique, if this energy was completely refined, even if he did not break through the Hún Martial Arts, he would be able to fight with the Hún Martial Arts.

The aura of heaven and earth completely revolved around Ye Chen, and the surrounding snow huā was also involved.

For a while, a terrifying tornado appeared in the sky above Luoxia Peak.

The disciples of Luoxia Peak, who were dealing with the way of the sword, all raised their heads in surprise and glanced at the peak with a little awe.

In the Qilin Ring, the Fire Qilin sighed for a while, this kid's mentality is too good, despite this incident, Ye Chen was still able to calm down and cultivate so calmly.

Although Luoxia Peak lost Huang Wushuang, most of Luoxia Peak's disciples are still there.

With the assistance of several Luoxia Peak elders, the corpses on this long sword path were cleaned up, and several brand-new stone tablets stood on this sword path again.

A few days later, there were many more stone tablets on the sword, and looking at these brand-new stone tablets, everyone sighed with emotion.

There are too many people buried under this stone stele, including their partners, there are brothers who were close in the past, the cold wind blows through the falling snow, and Luoxia Peak has lost its former vitality.

The atmosphere of sadness infected the air around it, not only in Luoxia Peak, but also in the rest of the mountains.

Time spent bit by bit in Ye Chen's penance, and for half a month, Ye Chen meditated silently, without saying a word.

The journey of martial arts, if you don't advance, you will retreat, Ye Chen didn't know how many people were doing the same thing with him during this time period, he only knew that once he started cultivating, he was destined not to stop.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant, a sword sound that resounded through the world came from Ye Chen's body, and then a cracking sound came out, and the sword shadow burst out from behind Ye Chen.

The sword shadow became more and more condensed, and the smell of sword intent permeated it.

Ye Chen looked at this sword shadow with deep meaning, a little bit of mí sè appeared in his eyes, and the sword of Emperor Ling Tian was like a replay of the film, scene after scene was staged in front of Ye Chen's eyes.

The Fire Qilin did not interrupt Ye Chen's cultivation, but secretly sighed to himself, this kid's talent was terrifying beyond people's imagination.

"No matter how much I imitate it, I can't imitate his feeling, so why do I have to deliberately imitate it?" Ye Chen muttered softly, giving up this sword technique that he had studied for several days without any hesitation.

There are thousands of sword skills in the world, and their power is also different, but not every powerful sword skill is suitable for you.

Knowing how to make trade-offs is also a mén knowledge, Ye Chen smiled faintly.

Ye Chen's face was calm, his right hand gently moved forward, and shouted, "Go!"

All of this was only done in an instant, and a powerful suction force like rivers and seas was generated around Ye Chen.

The sword shadow behind him suddenly turned into tens of thousands of sword shadows, and the sword sound continued, and one after another sword shadows blasted towards the surroundings like a storm, dense sword shadows, and the entire void seemed to become a sea of sword shadows.

The shadow of the sword was like a sea of làng, pushing out one bō after another, striking down on the surrounding space.

Boom, cracks appeared in the surrounding space, even if it was a spatial crack, it couldn't stop the sword shadow, a làng surged forward, at this moment, the black dòng produced by the shattering of the Dao space was produced in the Luoxia Peak, and the extremely powerful momentum spread throughout the Luoxia Peak, and its disciples looked at several black dòng above their heads, their faces were full of horror, and the powerful attraction kept pulling their bodies towards the black dòng.

The sharp-eyed man couldn't help but exclaim, because he saw a figure, a figure slowly walking out from around the black dòng, all of them respectfully bowed to Ye Chen: "Peak Lord!"

Ye Chen stood with his hands in his hands, his robe danced in the wind, the bearing of a peerless master seemed to be the same for a while, he looked at the disciple at the peak lightly, nodded slightly, and then looked at the broken space and the space crack that was constantly flying, and said calmly: "Condensation!"

Holding the sword, Ye Chen held the unicorn sword behind his back, and his body stepped out, and a sword fell into the city!

The beautiful sword light emerged, and this beautiful sword light seemed to pass through the spatial rift, and the broken space gradually coincided as if it was squeezed by a huge force.

At this moment, Ye Chen's figure in the eyes of the disciples of Luoxia Peak became much taller again, in their eyes, Ye Chen's tone just now was cold and cruel, without the slightest emotion, like a god, high above, overlooking all beings.

Everyone has a voice in their hearts, Luoxia Peak is about to usher in a new era, that is the era that belongs to the young man in front of him, the era of the wind!。