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A small boat was constantly moving on the turbulent water. Although it was going upstream, the speed of the boat was indeed quite fast.

Water flooded the Buddha's knees, fire burned the Lingyun Cave! Fire Qilin! Hey hey hey! It was a crossover, Zhao Yuanlang jumped and appeared under the Leshan Giant Buddha.

How spectacular! The wisdom of the ancients is truly amazing. Zhao Yuanlang looked at the majestic Buddha in front of him.

Forget it, let’s do business first. Zhao Yuanlang quickly left here.

This place should be pretty good. Zhao Yuanlang looked at the bamboo houses in front of him with lush greenery and pleasant music. The only discordant thing was the surge of sword intent inside. If it wasn't the Sword Saint, who else could it be?

"Excuse me, is anyone home?" Zhao Yuanlang pushed open the small door made of bamboo and took a deep breath. The Qi here was so rich.

An old man with white hair and beard, who looked intimidating without even getting angry and had a pair of particularly eye-catching sword-like eyebrows, walked out from the backyard.

"Who are you and why are you breaking into my house?"

"Thirty years ago, at the Huashan Sword Contest, someone used a set of Thirteen Netherworld Styles to defeat all the swordsmanship of the martial arts schools. He was elected as the best swordsman of the time and was given the title of Sword Saint."

"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about? I have a bad temper." The Sword Master frowned, and his eyes seemed to have sharp sword beams about to burst out.

Zhao Yuanlang ignored the Sword Saint and continued, "Twenty years ago, Ren Haoran of the Sword Forging Villa had a sword map, which was coveted by people all over the world. The three families of Baima Village, Saijiabao, and Tianyi City wanted to massacre the Sword Forging Villa, but were saved by the Sword Saint. Later, in order to thank him for saving their lives, they re-melted the Sword Saint's broken sword and forged the invincible divine weapon Zhuishe."

"Young man, your thoughts are very dangerous. I haven't committed murder for many years."

"Although the Sword Saint is very powerful, he is not alone. The Sword Saint's wife is pregnant. Baima Village, Saijia Fort, and Tianyi City know that the Sword Saint has the sword and they keep hunting him. Finally, a great battle took place in Luoyang, and a total of 71 heads were killed. From then on, Baima Village and Saijia Fort were removed from the list, and Tianyi City suffered heavy casualties."

The Sword Master slowly drew out the sword from his back, narrowed his eyes with a cold gleam and said, "Boy, I don't know who you are, but if you dare to say another word, don't blame me for being ruthless."

“Hahahahaha! Invincible, the best swordsman in the world, how pathetic! He was hunted down by Tianyi City and suffered terribly. He also knew Tianyi City’s way of doing things, so he had to abandon his wife and children and settled his wife in Zhoujia Village around Luoyang. He ran to this remote place alone to live in seclusion in the mountains and avoid the vendettas in the world! What do you think of him, damn it! Old man, you are not acting according to science!” Zhao Yuanlang dodged the sword stabbed by the Sword Saint in mid-air and easily dodged the sword of the Sword Saint.

"Good boy, no wonder you dare to tease me, it turns out you are quite capable! Take this!"

The sword was so fast that Zhao Yuanlang flew up and down like a butterfly dodging among lush flowers.

"Boy, which faction are you from? You can actually dodge my Thirteen Netherworld Styles. However, you can only stop here. I have to be serious. Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Wanjian Guizong is indeed worthy of being the highest realm of swordsmanship. When Wanjian Guizong sword move is released, unparalleled sword power is generated from the body, and the figure can turn into a wisp of green smoke, and the energy spreads in all directions.

Awesome! This old man has lived in seclusion for so many years, I didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so powerful. Although he is not as strong as me, his swordsmanship is indeed invincible. Countless swords flew like a storm, smashing the whole yard into pieces.

Zhao Yuanlang looked at the sword energy flying all over the sky and was extremely sharp. He felt helpless and could only take it head-on.

Zhao Yuanlang emitted a faint green light, and his aura became extremely solemn and dignified. Countless sharp sword energies hit Zhao Yuanlang, splashing sparks.

"Hmm? Ten thousand swords return to their origin!" Seeing that Zhao Yuanlang had taken his ultimate move without any damage, the Sword Saint hurriedly launched this move again.

"Humph! It's rude not to reciprocate. You should take my move too!"

So fast! Faster than his own sword, the Sword Master looked at the fist getting closer and closer to his chest and quickly jumped to dodge, but it was too late.

Puff! A mouthful of blood spurted out of the Sword Saint's mouth, and the Sword Saint's face turned pale as gold paper, and he fell to the ground with his buttocks.

"What a violent old man! Sigh!" Zhao Yuanlang shook his head helplessly and injected his true energy into the Sword Saint's body.

Hmm? I'm fine. The Sword Master looked at the young man in front of him in confusion, and he actually healed his injuries with just a wave of his hand.

"Okay, okay, you are not my opponent. I am number one in the world. Li Cangtian, Li Canglong and the others are no match for me. You are so old, can't you be quiet?" Zhao Yuanlang stretched out his hand and pulled the Sword Saint up.

"Who are you? I really don't understand what kind of force in the martial arts world could cultivate a freak like you."

Zhao Yuanlang looked at the Sword Master's puzzled expression and laughed.

"Boy, why are you laughing?"

Zhao Yuanlang straightened his clothes and said, "I am the Great Emperor of the Underworld—Northern Yin Fengdu!"

"Ok?"

Looking at the Sword Saint's puzzled expression, Zhao Yuanlang knew that this old man had lived in seclusion for so many years and had no idea of ​​his own strength.

"Well, I have nothing special to talk to you about. I am not interested in your swordsmanship or your sword at all. I am only interested in you."

The Sword Master looked at the young man in front of him with a straight gaze and scratched his ears, fearing that he had heard it wrongly.

"Okay, I want you to join the underworld. You are the only one who can be the Ghost Emperor of the South."

The Sword Master looked at Zhao Yuanlang's sincere eyes and shook his head firmly: "I'm sorry, I have retired from the martial arts world for many years and have no intention of joining any forces."

"You have a son!"

"What! What did you say!"

Zhao Yuanlang pried open the Sword Saint's hands that were tightly grasping his arms, and then repeated it carefully.

"You have a son."

"Humph! You are trying to deceive me with this little trick. Although I cannot beat you, I have the courage to fight to the death."

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Yuanlang looked at the sword master in front of him who was covered in stains and dust.

"Enough! A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!" The Sword Master became angry and ashamed.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I know you must have secretly gone back to look for your wife, but found no one there. Fu Yijian! Fu Jianhan, Fu Yuehan, what great names!"

The sword master, who was originally charging forward with his sword, suddenly paused and turned his back silently.

"Okay, that's enough. I promise you that I will join the underworld!"

Zhao Yuanlang looked at the Sword Saint's shrugging shoulders, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old man, don't be sad. Although your wife is dead, your son is doing well now. He is simply Long Aotian!"

"Hey? What is Long Aotian? And you actually called me Lao Bangzi! Ten thousand swords return to the sect!" The Sword Saint was confused at first, and then he was furious in an instant!

"Sword Saint Senior? Eh? What are you doing?"

It has a very clear sound and a light floral scent, which is really nice and makes people feel comfortable.

Zhao Yuanlang was hit by a sword on the head, and he easily pushed away the sword of the sword master, and the unfortunate sword master was knocked to the ground.

What a pretty girl! Her appearance is like a rose, her posture is like a daffodil. How quiet she is, like the pines growing in the empty valley; how gorgeous she is, like the rosy clouds reflecting in the clear pond; how spirited she is, like the moon shining on the cold river, with ripples in her eyes, and in the midst of blooming flowers, who is so heartbroken, dizzy and dazed.