Yang Xingyan smiled disdainfully, "Who you are is none of my business."
I have been following my master since I was a child. My master praised me as a rare swordsmanship prodigy, and I will definitely take over his mantle and become the top swordsman in the future.
Three years ago, I said goodbye to my master and began to explore this huge world alone.
How much disturbance have you seen during this period?
Master told me before I started walking in the world, let me go out and not be afraid of offending others, he will be there to support me.
When I first met Ye Baiyi, it was just an accidental glance, but I saw Ye Baiyi's swift swordsmanship.
There was also a slight change in the purple energy left by the master in his sword.
At that moment, he realized something.
I heard that there are seven sword immortals in the world.
His master is one of them, the Sword Sect leader is another, there is one in Jiangnan, Xuandu Guanzhu is also one, one is hidden in the East China Sea, and the other is escaping into the mountains and forests, far away from the world of mortals.
Yang Xingyan once asked his master if there was another one.
The master told him that there was another one who might have died in that catastrophe, or might not have died yet.
Each Sword Immortal has a unique charm when they are young. You have grown up listening to my story, so do you also want to hear the stories of the other six?
That year, Yang Xingyan picked up his sword and stepped into the world of martial arts.
His master is very powerful.
Born in the Xingluomen of the six major sects since childhood, he will definitely inherit the Xingluomen in the future and become one of the most high-status figures in the world.
But he didn't want to be trapped here, so at the age of seventeen, when he was a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, he rushed towards the vast rivers and lakes with one person, one sword and one horse, with his mind full of waves.
Then he defeated Tianjiao and beheaded his opponents all the way.
March forward with great success and glory all the way.
He thought he would never be defeated in this life, but he met a young woman for the first time, who also practiced swordsmanship.
Although his cultivation level is still a bit weaker than that of his master, he has repeatedly won narrowly in battles.
In the end, he was defeated by the woman with one move.
But if this life only has victories and no failures, what kind of excitement would it be?
Encounter is like meeting an opponent in chess, meeting is like cherishing each other.
Since then, my master has not only not been depressed by this, but has regained his confidence.
That year, Master experienced the five declines of heaven and man and broke through the realm of heaven and man.
In the desert city in the northwest, he slashed a sword that made the world look at him with admiration, letting everyone in the world know that there is a swordsman who practices purple energy in this world.
At the same time, I also remembered the name of that sword.
Purple air comes from the east.
He asked the master, who is that woman?
The master smiled and said nothing and asked him to go search for it in the world.
If one day, the purple energy in the sword changes, then the descendant of that woman appears.
At that time, you must carry on your last wish of never winning as a teacher and compete with him properly.
"I don't care who you are? I'll beat you if you can. Hit me if you can!" After Yang Xingyan said that, he punched me one after another.
Punch to the flesh.
First, the middle-aged man was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly, with bruises all over his body.
Yang Xingyan turned around and looked at the low mountain where two people were standing. Only then did the middle-aged man have a chance to breathe.
"Brother Ye, how about we compete in swordsmanship?"
"This sword of mine has never been drawn out since I left Master. I have been preparing it for you for a long time!"
Unexpectedly, the man on the short mountain laughed and responded: "Haha, no one has prepared a sword for me for a long time! But I think your sword was not prepared for me."
Yang Xingyan was not angry because of this, but instead said eagerly: "Since Brother Ye doesn't want to compete now, then I will wait a little longer. When Brother Ye is ready, we can discuss swords again!"
Ye Baiyi expressed his thoughts and said: "Then you have to save your sword carefully. Maybe you don't need to wait for me to prepare. You can meet the person who can let you draw the sword first."
Ye Baiyi watched from a distance. He and the man Yang Xingyan wanted to draw his sword came from the same origin.
As a disciple of today's literary saint, the middle-aged man is only a registered disciple, but he is not something ordinary people can mess with.
The sword cultivator in front of me didn't know where he came from, so he took action when he saw him.
Even with his good temper, he was a little angry.
"You guys practicing swordsmanship, do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man's whole body exuded a faint golden light, which was the Confucianism gathered from scholars all over the world.
The injuries on his body improved in the blink of an eye.
Yang Xingyan was stunned. He had beaten many scholars before, but he had never seen a scholar who recovered in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, he immediately realized that he seemed to have beaten an ordinary scholar.
However, Yang Xingyan still had to bite the bullet and said: "It doesn't matter who you are? What's important is that you take money and don't do anything. This makes Brother Ye very unhappy!"
The middle-aged man was stunned. Why would he not do anything with the money? Then who is Brother Ye? Standing on a low hill.
After that, Yang Xingyan threw a wooden box in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took it unfamiliarly and turned it over a few times before he could hold it smoothly.
The middle-aged man gently turned around the wooden box and turned it around without any sign.
Then he opened it and saw a thick stack of banknotes lying inside the wooden box.
At this moment, he understood something instantly, and hurriedly staggered out of the pavilion, looking up at the short mountain.
There was no one left on the low mountain.
"Is this wooden box something that Brother Ye you said gave you?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously.
Yang Xingyan said that he had beaten him and the task was completed, so naturally he didn't bother to answer him.
"Brother Ye asked me to tell you, don't be too attached to the present, and go out for a walk appropriately."
After saying this, he smiled contemptuously and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man who had been beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back suddenly exploded, not because he was angered, but because he wanted to save face after being beaten.
Two different things.
I saw lines of literary energy summoned by him and turned into an ink pen.
The Confucianism in his body almost condensed into substance. He held the pen with difficulty in both hands and sketched the word "zhen".
Strong and powerful, the pen moves like a dragon or a snake.
This word seemed to come to life, and it was overwhelmingly flooded with words.
Yang Xingyan immediately understood that this person's origin must be a scholar from Ziyun Academy, and they were the only ones who used such methods.
However, Yang Xingyan was not a vegetarian. He was wrapped in purple energy and surrounded the Western Zhou Dynasty, exuding purple sword energy.
Then he struck out with a palm, resisting the incoming Zhen Zi.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
The middle-aged man quickly blocked most of the impact with his hands. After the aftermath of the impact dissipated, there was no trace of the man in front of him.
The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned pale.
He naturally recognized this person's moves, the famous Zi Qi Dong Lai in the world.
Just a small success.
If it was a great success, the middle-aged man would have to lose.
But it was precisely because of this that he was even more angry.
He is a disciple of a saint, how can he be easily beaten?
Beating him is equivalent to insulting the saint's face!
How could he bring humiliation to his respected master?
"I'm so angry!" The middle-aged man stomped over.
