The ghost sword really comes from the underworld.

Yi Xiaofeng found it interesting.

The immortal road in this world has been broken, but the underworld has always wanted to come up.

Since Kong Nian said so, Yi Xiaofeng was too lazy to pay attention to it.

The two went shopping.

More and more people rushed towards the East City Gate.

Recently, the Ghost Sword has become famous, which is as if the Sword Saint had swept the country in chaos, so many monks want to see its style.

Walking along.

Yi Xiaofeng suddenly stopped.

His eyes were fixed on a man in front of the stall in front.

A red light flashed around the man's waist.

It was a dry piece of wood vase.

Yi Xiaofeng leaned over, and a line of words appeared in front of him:

Immortal Art: The secret left by a certain immortal emperor requires the blood of the immortal god to make the immortal text appear.

...

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Yi Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, which sounded very awesome.

Must take it down!

He walked over immediately and asked with a smile: "Brother, do you sell the wooden vase on your waist?"

The other party hangs it on the belt, so he definitely doesn't care much.

Or it is done on purpose, waiting for someone with destiny.

Yi Xiaofeng is the one who is destined to be.

When the man heard this, he picked up the immortal wooden vase and asked, "Do you want this?"

He looked at Yi Xiaofeng carefully.

Yi Xiaofeng nodded.

"Do you know what this is?"

"I don't know, but I feel like I'm destined to see it. I want it at the first sight."

When the man heard this, he showed an unfathomable smile on his face.

He smiled and said, "I am named Ou Junzi below, don't you know your name?"

A gentleman from Europe?

This name is a bit shameless.

Yi Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I'm here to Yi Xiaofeng."

When Ou Junzi heard this, he pinched his fingers with his right hand.

He seemed to be silently chanting something in his mouth.

Two words appeared in Yi Xiaofeng's mind.

The charlatan.

Ou Junzi's face changed slightly, and his eyes looking at Yi Xiaofeng were even more profound.

He handed the wooden vase to Yi Xiaofeng and said, "It's yours."

After Yi Xiaofeng took it, he was a little surprised: "Will you not negotiate the conditions?"

Ou Junzi smiled and said, "No, you have said that you are destined to be a destined person. In fact, I have met several people before. If you are destined to be a destined person, I will give you everything I can."

Yi Xiaofeng was curious and asked, "Who have you met?"

Ou Junzi thought for a while and said, "Shennong, Li Er, Kong Xianjun, Xuanyuan, Bai Hongxiao, and a few more people, it's not convenient to say."

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes widened.

He felt a storm in his heart.

Shennong?

One of the Three Emperors?

Li Er, the Supreme Laojun?

There are also Kong Xianjun, Xuanyuan, Bai Hongxiao...

Who is this guy?

If it were a liar in the world, why could he say the names of Shennong and Li Er?

These two people have left a strong pen in the history of China on Earth.

Kong Nian frowned and said, "Who is you? I can't see through you."

This was the first time she had encountered an existence that she could not see through.

If she closed her eyes, she would not even feel the existence of Ou Junzi.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I am just a lonely soul in this world, floating in the vast world, without desire or demand. But you, your own destiny is actually a tragedy. There are no immortals in the world, but there are only a group of powerful beings."

Ou Junzi shook his head and said with a smile. After saying that, he turned around and left.

Yi Xiaofeng hurriedly followed and asked, "How long have you lived?"

Ou Junzi said: "It doesn't mean to you if you know it. No matter what kind of person you come from, you are fighting with the sky. Heaven is not heaven. Unfortunately, when there are creatures, heaven exists and is given meaning."

After the words came to an end, Ou Junzi turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated.

Yi Xiaofeng was stunned, wondering what his words meant.

He looked down at the vase in his hand.

"It seems that there are still many masters in this world. Although the path of immortality is cut off, the method of immortality is still there."

Yi Xiaofeng thought silently.

Bai Hongxiao can even see the existence of the earth, and naturally there are other people who can.

"Let's go, go back to the inn, and you have something good to share with you." Yi Xiaofeng said with a smile.

The Immortal Art requires the blood of an immortal. Isn’t Kong Nian the immortal god?

Kong Nian nodded, but her cultivation did not expand.

...

When many swordsmen rushed towards the East City Gate, a piece of news came into the Dragon City, causing a stir.

The result of the decisive battle between Bai Hongxiao and Yang Jue has appeared!

A desperate showdown between two generations of sword saints!

Bai Hongxiao won and became the unique sword saint today!

Yang Jue was not dead, but he was willing to give up the name of Sword Saint and retire to the mountains and forests from then on without caring about the world.

This news has spread throughout the major states and alarmed the whole world!

Only Daganzhou has not been circulated, but Daganzhou has players, and players from various states communicate, and the news spreads wildly in a very short matter. The two devils want to suppress the news.

In the Longcheng, all inns are talking about this.

"Yang Jue has been a Sword Saint for five hundred years, but unfortunately he is still surpassed by Bai Hongxiao."

"It seems that Bai Hongxiao is not yet three hundred years old, it's so scary."

"I met him decades ago, and he had a strong swordsman temperament."

"Bai Hongxiao came to chaos in China and seemed to have never been defeated."

"Hahaha, it is said that Bai Hongxiao is still disliked in his state."

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Bai Hongxiao to win. Yang Jue is a swordsman who is rare in a thousand years."

...

Yi Xiaofeng didn't know about this, so he sat at the table, staring at the immortal wooden vase on the table.

In order to prevent the breath from leaking, he asked Kong Nian to cast spells to isolate the room, so he did not hear any discussion outside.

Kong Nian frowned and said, "Can you really do it?"

She had already dripped blood on the vase and no words appeared.

Yi Xiaofeng urged: "A little more."
To be continued...