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The day of the Famous Sword Conference is approaching in a blink of an eye. Heroes from all over the world are gathered together, all waiting to see how the famous sword forged by the Tibetan Sword Villa in ten years will be a magical weapon.

Facing the bright sun and the flag of Tibetan swords flying high, Ye Chunshen was dressed in brocade clothes, with a tall ponytail swaying behind her back, holding a box about four feet in her hand, and walked up to the stage. With a throw, the light sword in the right hand followed like a dragon, and cut off the iron chains on the upper layer of the box neatly.

All the guests below held their breath, all staring at the unbound box that opened——

However, the dazzling and cold sword light that was expected did not appear, and there was nothing in the box, only a single roll of paper floated out.

Ye Chunshen's expression changed, and he raised his hand to grab the paper. There were only eight large characters on it: Hell belongs to Shen Yun.

"Shen Yun, the life-chasing gun! Is he really still alive?!"

"He actually quietly stole the ten-year sword from Hidden Sword Villa!"

"Before the Famous Sword Conference, it was rumored that Shen Yun would also come. I thought it was just a rumor... I didn't expect it!"

"I haven't seen anyone, who knows if it's really Shen Yun!"

...the scene was chaotic.

A grand event attracting worldwide attention was turned upside down by a person who was rumored to have died 20 years ago.Seeing that the old village owner personally presided over the overall situation, and sent people to go to the Sword Tomb to get another famous sword handed down from generation to generation, Ye Youqi sighed, turned around and said, "Junior brother, let's go."

"Huh?" Yang Yi was enjoying watching the excitement, and was stunned when he heard this, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley." Ye Youwang looked in the direction of the gate, "It's not a trivial matter to steal a hidden sword. That life-seeking gun, Shen Yun, may have a backhand. It's no good for you and me to get involved. Besides, Master's side The trouble has not been resolved, it is better to go back early, maybe I can help."

Yang Yi looked depressed: "But I haven't played enough..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yisheng swallowed the second half of the sentence and looked at Shang Ye Youqi's eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm joking, hehehehe just kidding..."

There was a lot of chaos around, and most people didn't notice that the two young men turned and left.

After a while, a carrier pigeon flew out from Cangjian Mountain Villa, and it was unknown where it went.

On the boat back to Yangzhou, the wind was calm and the sun was shining all the way, which made people feel relaxed.

Yang Yi was lying on the side of the boat looking at the water splashing boredly. Looking back, Ye Youqi was still doing what he did a quarter of an hour ago: sitting on the side with his sword in his arms, looking at something in a daze.

The young man with a high ponytail has a slightly pointed jaw and a very beautiful side profile. After staring at it for a long time, Yang Yi unexpectedly had a strange thought in his mind——the mother of the senior brother must be a very aura beauty...

"Boatman," Ye Youqi's voice suddenly sounded coldly, "Who are you?"

Yang Yi was startled, and stood up straight, watching the ferryman at the bow of the boat stop the pole in his hand with a smile: "Young master, why did you say that?"

"You deviate too much from the direction." Ye Youqi glanced at the boat that was rowing towards them not far away. On it was an acquaintance whom he had only seen a few days ago. admire."

Feng Qiaojiao laughed: "Where is it, in order to invite the two of you to come with me, it is natural to use more snacks."

"You? You plotted against us?" Yang Yi looked at Feng Qiao in disbelief, "It's a good thing we saved you!"

"It's just a scene, Mr. Yang, why should you be so angry." Feng Qiao clapped his hands with a smile, "Our group has been waiting in Yangzhou for many days, and we are just waiting for today—not much nonsense, please come back with us After leaving the Valley of the Wicked, let's talk about the old days! Let's do it!"

The people on the boat lost their camouflage and rushed towards Ye and Yang together.

"Heh, mob." Ye Youqi directly pulled out the epee from his back, and swept out the nearest person in front of him, "Miss, don't you think that you can force the two of us to submit?"

The way he fights with a sword... very beautiful.

Sharp yet gentle, dexterous and omnipotent.

Feng Love admired it for a moment with pity, and then slowly replied: "Of course not, we dare not underestimate Mr. Ye."

Before the words were finished, a man in black descended from the sky on the deck of the big ship, raised his hand and tore off the veil on his face, it turned out to be a woman who looked exactly like Feng Ling!

"Sister, it's time." Feng Qiao folded her arms and said with a smile, "Don't make the rudder wait too long."

Feng Bian nodded, gracefully took out a small jade flute, and played a strange tune.

Ye Youqi frowned, feeling that the song must be weird, but before he had time to charge towards Feng Fan with his sword in hand, he felt a chill on his shoulder——

The bloody sword tip pierced his right shoulder.

And behind the frost-colored long sword was Yang Yi's expressionless face.

"Yang Yi!" The sudden pain caused the sword in Ye Youqi's hand to fall to the ground. He staggered and supported his shoulder, and said angrily, "What did you do to him!?"

"It's just a heart-wrenching Gu." Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, Feng Qiao raised his hand to signal his subordinates to hold Ye Youqi down, and it was rare for him to be in the mood to understand the confusion.

At the same time, Feng Fan also put down the jade flute, beckoning his men to come down and tie him up.

With the sound of the flute gone, Yang Yi's out-of-focus eyes slowly came back to life, and his expression was momentarily dazed.

Ye Youqi suddenly exploded at this moment, knocked over the people around him, rushed straight to Yang Yi, and kicked him off the boat!

"escape!!!"

His hands were bound, and he lost a lot of blood. He kicked Yang Yi with almost ten percent of his strength. Immediately, someone beside him jumped up and pinned him firmly on the deck, unable to move an inch.

Huge splashes splashed on the surface of the water, Feng Bian couldn't prevent such a sudden change, and hurried to the side of the boat to look around, but after the splashes cleared, where was Yang Yi's shadow?

"Tsk, careless!" Feng Qiao gave Ye Youqi a hard look, and said angrily, "Show me the rest!"

"Why don't you plant a bewildering Gu on him too?" Feng Bian fiddled with the jade flute in his hand, "In case this one also escapes and can't report to the rudder master."

"Mind Gu? Isn't it too cheap for him." Feng Qiao snorted, "Go to the shore first, I have something more suitable for him."

The moment the cold river water rushed over, Yang Yi woke up.

The sound of rumbling water made Ye Youqi's hoarse "escape" sound far away and vague, but the scene of piercing the body of the person in front of him with his own hand and splashing blood was thrillingly played out in his mind over and over again. Until the brain has a splitting headache from lack of oxygen.

He didn't know when he got the Dao'er, when he was controlled, he actually knew what was going on, but his brain seemed to be very dull, unable to resist external orders at all.

He hurt senior brother!personally!

Even, putting senior brother in an unknown danger...

He is so useless...

Yang Yi's water nature has always been very good. He swam far away holding his breath like a masochist, and then he got out of the water, lying on the shore wet, and punched the mud hard as if to vent his anger.

The surroundings are very calm, and in the distance is the gentle sunlight of Yangzhou City, shrouded in the sparkling water, it seems that the sudden change and fight just now were just an illusion.

However, it was a carefree journey when we came here, but now only the guilt-ridden young man stood there at a loss, at a loss.