Just when Ye Jiuzhou was teaching Nangong Wushuang the swordsmanship, he suddenly felt a rushing aura coming towards him.
After sensing it, Ye Jiuzhou murmured.
"Someone is coming towards us!"
Hearing this, Nangong Wushuang's eyes froze, and the sword intent all over his body was revealed.
"Moreover, it seems to be the sword aura of your Nangong family."
After Ye Jiuzhou finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Nangong Wushuang: "If what I expected is correct, you should have sneaked out this time, right?"
The boy in white scratched his head and said, "Yes!"
"No wonder!"
"It seems that your Nangong family is going to take you home!"
The boy in white suddenly raised his head and said, "Brother, I won't leave! I want to accompany you!"
Ye Jiuzhou smiled and patted the little guy on the shoulder and said: "Silly boy! You are the son of Qilin from the Nangong family, and you are the number one boy in China. How can you, the Nangong family, rest assured and let you go out alone! "
"Brother, I don't like these false names!"
"As long as I can stay with my brother, it doesn't matter if I don't become the son of Qilin or a young prince."
The boy in white said stubbornly.
Ye Jiuzhou smiled.
"Don't be petty! Listen to me!"
"If you, the Nangong family, really want you to go back later, just go back!"
The boy in white's eyes were red now.
No one expected that this thousand-year-old swordsman prodigy from the Nangong family and the number one boy in China would suddenly start crying.
I just heard him choke and say: "But, if I leave, who will accompany me?"
Ye Jiuzhou said: "Silly boy, I can't do anything. Why are you crying? Besides, it's not like we can't see each other anymore, right?"
Nangong Wushuang raised his red eyes and was about to say something else.
Ye Jiuzhou suddenly interrupted him.
"obedient!"
"Your path to swordsmanship must be honed in the sword prison of your Nangong family, because only the sword energy there can help you improve your cultivation!"
"I hope that one day, my brother Ye Jiuzhou will become the strongest young swordsman in China!"
Ye Jiuzhou said proudly.
"elder brother!"
"I will!"
"One year at the latest! I will definitely be able to realize my own kendo heart! By then, I will be with you for the rest of my life!" The little guy held the Wandering Dragon Kendo tightly in his hand.
Ye Jiuzhou patted his good brother on the shoulder: "Brother, I'm waiting for you!"
"Okay, they are here, it's time for me to retreat! Remember, don't tell them the news about my life, not even the ancestors of your Nangong family, you know?"
"Brother, I know!"
The boy in white finally said.
Ye Jiuzhou silently glanced at his younger brother for the last time!
Then, without saying anything, he flashed and disappeared into the world.
Watching Ye Jiuzhou leave like this, the little guy's eyes turned red again.
At this moment, dozens of figures appeared on the wasteland.
I saw.
It was Fatty Cao who led the way.
And behind him were all members of the Nangong family!
Among them, the fourth ancestor of the Nangong family is the leader.
Next to him were the third elder named Qiu, two other inner sect elders, and so on!
"little monster!"
Fatty Cao shouted quickly after seeing Nangong Wushuang from a distance.
I saw that this young man who was under the Qilin of the Nangong family and the number one in China didn't know if he heard it. He just raised his red eyes and looked at the place where Ye Jiuzhou left, standing silently.
"Little monster, did you really hear what fat brother said?"
Fatty Cao shouted again.
The boy in white turned his head coldly.
As Nangong Wushuang's face appeared in the eyes of everyone in the Nangong family, everyone except the fourth ancestor immediately knelt down before Nangong Wushuang!
"See the little ancestor!"
Nangong Wushuang didn't even look at these people. He just turned to Fatty Cao and said, "Who asked you to bring them here?"
The voice is full of complaints!
angry!
It’s as if the son of Qilin doesn’t want to see anyone from the Nangong family at all!
Fatty Cao said: "Why do you blame me? It's your Nangong family who came to find you!"
After hearing this, the boy in white snorted coldly.
At this time.
The Nangong family, headed by Elder Qiu, said, "I respectfully welcome our little ancestor home!"
"go home?"
When Fatty Cao heard this, he was the first to jump out and pointed angrily at the elder named Qiu: "Old bastard, wait a minute!"
After that, Fatty Cao asked Nangong Wushuang: "Little monster, let me ask you, what are you doing here?"
"I'm learning to sword!"
The boy in white said.
"Hahaha, old bastard, did you hear that? Your little ancestor learned swordsmanship here! Do you believe it now?" Fatty Cao said to the elder named Qiu with a face full of sarcasm.
When the third elder of the Nangong family heard this, he said: "That's nonsense!"
"My Nangong family has a millennium of swordsmanship inheritance, and our young ancestor is a swordsman wizard. How can anyone dare to teach our young ancestor how to learn swordsmanship without shame?"
After hearing this, Fatty Cao said, "What are you pretending to be, you old bastard? Although your Nangong family is indeed awesome! But, do you really think that no one in the world can surpass your swordsmanship?"
The scolded elder named Qiu said proudly: "I only know that no one dares to teach my little ancestor's swordsmanship, and no one is qualified to teach it!"
Just after the elder named Qiu finished speaking, a cold voice came out of Nangong Wushuang's mouth.
"You just said, who is not qualified to teach me?"
The elder named Qiu was stunned and said: "Reporting to my little ancestor, I am just telling the truth. You are the number one swordsman of our Nangong family. In this world, no one is qualified to teach you swordsmanship except our Nangong family!"
When the elder Qiu had just finished speaking, Fatty Cao suddenly stood up.
"Little monster, did you hear that? This old bastard of your Nangong family is not only extremely arrogant, but he also threatened before that no one in the world is qualified to teach you how to use a sword?"
"The most important thing is that this old bastard also injured more than 20 delicate girls in Baihua Palace!"
"And he even insulted the Baihua Palace, saying that the Baihua Palace is a place where flowers and willows are in ruins!"
"Even Dame Ji, this old bastard dares to speak rudely!"
"I've finished my words, little monster, you can figure out what to do next!"
After Fatty Cao finished speaking in one breath, he stood aside leisurely, waiting to watch the next show.
After hearing what Fatty Cao said, the young man in white slowly cast his cold eyes on the elder named Qiu.
"Did you hurt the innocent girl from Baihua Palace?"
Elder Qiu sensed Nangong Wushuang's murderous intent and was startled and said: "Old slave, I..."
"I'm just asking you, is it you?" the boy in white asked with a cold voice.
"yes……!"
"You're also saying that no one in the world is qualified to teach me how to use a sword?" the boy in white asked again.
"yes……"
"Now that you admit it, you can die!"
The word "death" fell, and with a loud sound, the Qilin son of the Nangong family drew his sword directly!
When the Youlong Sword was unsheathed, a Jinghong sword light swept towards Elder Qiu's sword.
"Little guy, stop it!"
Seeing that Nangong Wushuang was about to kill the third elder of the inner sect, the fourth ancestor of the Nangong family who was standing aside quickly came out to stop him!
He raised his palm, and a stream of Qingxuan energy turned into a shield, blocking Nangong Wushuang's sword.
"Little guy, are you crazy? He is the inner elder of my Nangong family, how can you kill him?"
The boy in white had cold eyes and replied: "Because he insulted my brother! Therefore, he deserves to die!"
"Your brother?"
"who?"
The fourth ancestor was also confused.
The boy in white said coldly: "Fourth Patriarch, you don't deserve to know my brother's name!"
Hearing this, the fourth ancestor of the Nangong family suddenly twisted his face.
The fourth ancestor of my dignified Nangong family?
You kid actually said I don't deserve to know?
Just when Nangong Yuan was speechless, the boy in white said again.
"Fourth Patriarch, I will kill him today, do you really want to stop me?"
The words were spoken.
The murderous intention in this Chinese young man's body was like a flood that opened up and began to rise at an alarming speed.
It seems,
If the fourth ancestor of the Nangong family really wanted to stop him, he would even kill the fourth ancestor.
Seeing that this little guy's murderous intention is getting stronger and stronger, even the fourth ancestor of the Nangong family is helpless!
He turned his head and glanced at the elder Qiu who had been paralyzed by fear, and sighed helplessly: "You're in trouble! I don't care about this matter!"
"Fourth Ancestor!!!"
Seeing what Nangong Yuan said, the elder Qiu suddenly became desperate and opened his mouth to beg for mercy again.
pity.
Nangong Wushuang's sword is faster.
A snort.
Jinghong Sword Qi landed on the neck of the elder named Qiu, and then a bloody head flew directly into the air.
One sword, beheaded.
A dignified inner sect elder of the Nangong family was decapitated by Nangong Wushuang with a sword.
Looking at the head rolling on the ground, Fatty Cao walked over, stepped on the bloody head with his feet, and said with a smile: "Old bastard, do you know you regret it now? You deserve it!"
The surrounding members of the Nangong family, including the fourth ancestor, watched helplessly as Fatty Cao insulted the corpse of the elder named Qiu, but none of them dared to say a word.
Besides, Nangong Wushuang.
After killing the elder named Qiu with one sword, he took back the Wandering Dragon Sword and said to Fatty Cao: "Qi, I have helped you out! I have also killed the man! Now, it's time for me to leave!"
"What? Let's go? Little monster, where are you going?" Fatty Cao became confused upon hearing this.
"Go back to Nangong Sword Prison and practice!" he said.
"What? Are you going back?"
"Um!"
"But, aren't you going to accompany the king? Are you just going to leave like this?" Fatty Cao asked speechlessly.
Nangong Wushuang's eyes suddenly turned red and he said, "Brother insisted on letting me go back. Otherwise...how could I leave?"
Hearing this, Fatty Cao understood now.
yes!
In this world, besides Ye Jiuzhou, who else could order this son of Qilin?
"Hey! Okay! Since it's the king's wish, then you can go!" Fatty Cao said.
Nangong Wushuang nodded.
Then, he suddenly bowed deeply to the place where Ye Jiuzhou disappeared.
"elder brother!"
"In one year, I will definitely learn the heart of swordsmanship you taught me. When I become a young swordsman, I can accompany my brother to conquer the world!"
After saying these words domineeringly, the Qilin son of the Nangong family walked towards the distance without looking back.
Everyone in the Nangong clan here looked at Nangong Wushuang walking forward, and they silently glanced at the fourth ancestor, Nangong Yuan.
Nangong Yuan's old face was twisted into a ball, and he looked at the place where Nangong Wushuang kowtowed just now, and murmured: "Good boy! Is there anyone in this world who can really teach this little guy swordsmanship? Then isn't that person a step into the world? The Heaven-reaching Sword God in the divine realm??”
"That's not right! When did China produce such a powerful swordsman who defies heaven? How come I don't know about it?"
While muttering, Nangong Yuan looked into the distance.
There is nothing in the distance!
There is only a barren mountain.
After looking at it, finally, the fourth ancestor of the Nangong family smiled bitterly and shook his head before leaving.
