The Ultimate Sword Master

Vegetable garden?

What vegetable garden?

Gu Han was stunned and looked over subconsciously. He saw a vegetable field of about ten feet in diameter looming in the mist behind the courtyard. The vegetable field was green and lush, and the green vegetables and cabbages were growing well. It was obvious that they had put a lot of thought into it.

His mind was full of confusion.

What exactly is this place?

"Little hairless kid!"

Just when he thought of this, the crazy voice sounded again, "Eighth Master is so old, it's not easy to grow some vegetables! You are always thinking about it, this one comes to steal, that one also comes to steal... Eighth Master will beat you to death!"

As soon as the words fell.

A figure walked out of the mist.

Wearing coarse linen clothes, carrying a hoe, one foot of mud, hunched waist, thin body, gray hair, untidy beard... It was a little old man!

Gu Han's heart moved.

He didn't know the old man, but he felt a little familiar with his voice, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"Who are you?"

A thought came out.

"I am..."

The old man was about to answer, but suddenly got stuck. His cloudy eyes were full of confusion, and he murmured: "Who am I? Who am I? Strange, I just remembered it, why do I forget it now? Who am I..."

He was muttering to himself.

His emotions became more and more unstable, and a terrifying might rose from him!

Gu Han's heart jumped!

This breath was not much weaker than Mu Xinghe's!

He didn't expect it.

In this strange place, this strange old vegetable farmer who appeared... turned out to be a third-step origin realm master!

Boom!

Rumble!

At this time, the giant sword comparable to the size of a door panel roared and suddenly rose from the ground. The sky-shaking sword intent was more than ten times stronger than before, locking Gu Han's thought tightly!

This is...

Gu Han was shocked and finally recognized it!

This is the sword intent of the heavy sword!

It is the sword intent of the eighth generation sword master!

Looking at the old vegetable farmer suddenly, he finally realized why the other party's voice was so familiar!

Before.

He got a message left by the eighth generation sword master in Liu Zhuqing's ancient sword, and also heard the other party's voice, which was exactly the same as the old vegetable farmer in front of him!

At the same time of recognition.

He was also very strange.

The figure of the eighth generation sword master he saw in Liu Zhuqing's ancient sword was burly and tall...How did he become a little old man?

And.

How did his cultivation become so high?

"Ah!!!"

At this time, a roar full of pain came again, "Who am I...ah ah ah!!"

"Xuantian Sword Sect, the eighth generation sword master!"

Gu Han sent out a thought again.

The old vegetable farmer's body stiffened!

"Eighth generation, sword master?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

The old vegetable farmer suddenly shook his head and said, "I'm not... I'm not... I'm not qualified..."

Gu Han's heart jumped.

Suddenly, he found that the other party's state was even more wrong.

"Senior!"

He sent out his thoughts again, "I am Xuantian..."

"I don't deserve it!!"

Boom! Boom!

The roar sounded again, instantly dispersing the surrounding fog!

Raised his hand!

The giant sword instantly rose from the ground and fell into the hands of the old vegetable farmer!

The former was as thin as a stick.

The latter was as big as a door panel.

The proportions were obviously very uncoordinated, but when he held the giant sword in his hand, not only did he not feel the slightest sense of disobedience, but he felt a kind of domineering power that could crush everything and cut through everything in the sky!

"Hairless kid!!"

He raised his head suddenly, his turbid eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Gu Han, "What is the Eighth Generation Sword Master! Your grandfather is the eighth, known as Lao Ba! You have to call him Eighth Master!!"

Boom!

As he spoke, the giant sword also fell, and in the rolling mist, it slashed towards Gu Han's thought!

It's broken!

Gu Han's heart trembled!

Yuan Zhengyang also practiced heavy sword, but his sword intention was focused on momentum, and the giant sword of the Eighth Generation Sword Master was pure weight, extreme weight, like the weight of all things in the world, which could not match this heavy sword!

With his cultivation.

Even if his real body was here, he could not stop this sword at all, let alone now it was just a thought?

He wanted to avoid the edge temporarily.

But he was a little unwilling.

He remembered it very clearly.

In the message left by the Eighth Generation Sword Master, he said that he had seen the real owner of the Yizi Sword and followed him.

Obviously.

The mysterious owner of the Yizi Sword is in this unknown place!

After reading the sword monument.

He became more interested in the owner of the Yizi Sword. If he left rashly, he would not be sure and had no confidence to come here again.

With this in mind.

He gritted his teeth and forcibly condensed a faint worldly intention, and rushed towards the giant sword, hoping to exchange it for a chance to maneuver!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The moment he sensed the worldly intention, the old vegetable farmer paused, and the half-swinged giant sword in his hand stopped abruptly!

Also stopped.

And the opponent's powerful offensive!

Gu Han was stunned.

What happened?

"No! Impossible!"

Sensing the faint worldly intention, the old vegetable farmer turned his head to look at the thatched house, and then looked at the sky covered by fog, his face full of disbelief and panic,

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"How can there be two 'ones'... This shouldn't be the case... How can there be two 'ones'..."

Gu Han's heart moved.

Two 'ones'?

What does it mean?

Just as he was about to ask, the old vegetable farmer seemed to sense something again and suddenly laughed!

"No!"

"You are not 'one', he is 'one'! You are a fake, a fake!"

He?

Gu Han's heart moved again, and he took the opportunity to ask: "Eighth Master, who is he?"

"He is 'one'!"

"Who is 'one'?"

"You hairless little kid! No ears? Didn't Eighth Master say? 'One' is him!"

Gu Han: "???"

For a moment.

He couldn't tell whether the other party's expression ability was problematic or his own understanding ability was problematic!

"Eighth Master..."

"Eighth Master will beat you to death, you vegetable thief!"

The old vegetable farmer did not give him a chance to continue speaking. He was sure that he was here to steal vegetables. He moved the giant sword in his hand and dropped it again. The sword intent that could overturn the sky was pressing down again!

Just when Gu Han had no way to avoid it.

When he was about to leave this mysterious place.

A sound of piano suddenly sounded, like a mountain stream, ding-dong, and like a hummingbird singing, melodious, and more like the drizzle of rain, mother-in-law... Hearing this, the old vegetable farmer's movements were stagnant again, and he stood there listening in a trance.

This is...

Gu Han's expression was dazed, and a familiar feeling came to his heart. He felt vaguely that he had heard this piano sound somewhere before.

Before he could think about it carefully.

A refreshing tea fragrance came through the mist.

Gu Han was startled again.

He seemed to have smelled this tea fragrance somewhere else.

Then.

A moving voice came faintly from the thatched cottage, "Seniors, please have some tea."