This Great Wuzong's surname was Du Mingjian.
As the name suggests, people enter the Tao with the sword.
Although he is over eighty years old, his body is as tall and straight as a pine tree, and his eyes are bright and lively, as if there is a sword flashing inside them.
"Wang Zong, many of our group died back then, and not many of us survived. I didn't expect to see you again."
Du Jian's expression was calm and his tone was equally calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Wang Zong felt bitter in his heart.
He can barely be regarded as Du Jian's contemporary.
They were said to be of the same generation, but they had no interaction at all back then.
Because Du Jian has always been a proud martial artist since he started practicing martial arts, while he was almost the last person in the world. He only managed to get into martial arts by working hard and making up for his shortcomings.
Same age.
The few people from that group who were still alive at that time have all entered the upper third level, and Du Jian is a high-ranking ninth-level grandmaster who has the opportunity to peek into the legendary realm.
And myself...
But he was always stuck at the peak of the sixth grade, unable to take that crucial step.
Wang Zong's expression was indescribably complicated. He bent down and clasped his fists to bow respectfully: "Master Du has defeated this junior."
The black tea on the square table is filled with mist.
Du Jian picked up the tea cup, not caring about Wang Zong's obviously distant attitude, and said calmly: "Wang Zong, do you have any clues about the death of my junior brother Wu Tianxiong."
Wang Zong was silent.
After a while he shook his head: "No."
"I heard that there is a young master named Ye Fan in the East China Sea, your grandson said it."
"..."
Wang Zong suddenly raised his head and looked at Du Jian with a fearful expression.
"Don't worry, I haven't done anything to your grandson yet."
Du Jian's words did not make Wang Zong feel at ease at all, but made him even more uneasy.
Thirty years ago.
Shen Shen, who was originally able to reach the upper third level, was destroyed by Du Jian. He also blinded one of his eyes and a leg, completely cutting off He Shen's path to martial arts.
But back then.
No one dared to say a word of dissatisfaction with Du Jian, who was already an eighth-grade grandmaster at that time. They could only vent their hatred on the Wu family. But when the Wu family also had a grandmaster, no one mentioned it again. It's like it never happened.
This shows that Du Jian doesn't care about the opinions of the so-called people in the world, let alone the so-called grand master's face, he only acts based on his mood.
"Before I came to the Martial Arts Association, I passed by Bai's house in Donghai and accidentally heard that the female doll named Bai Hui actually had a man-eating poison in her body... Oh, the poison that even the younger Jiang family could not sense was cured by Ye Fan."
Du Jian's words.
Wang Zong was stunned for a moment.
He really didn't know about this because the Bai family hid the information very well.
Although I was surprised by Ye Fan's magical methods, it makes sense when I think about it carefully.
"I'm very curious about how Ye Fan became a master. There is no name on Xuanjian Mountain, but the moment he steps into the third level, he will absorb a large amount of spiritual energy to consolidate the realm. It stands to reason that the ninth level can be sensed, but I... didn't No feeling at all.”
Du Jian put down his teacup.
He looked at Wang Zong expressionlessly: "Do you know anything?"
Wang Zong understood that it would be an unwise choice to hide anything at this time, and said: "I witnessed with my own eyes that Senior Ye used blood as a guide to kill people across the air from hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away. This method can only be achieved by the third-level Only then can we do it.”
"oh?"
Du Jian narrowed his eyes.
Thinking of the smoothness of the wounds of his junior brother Wu Tianxiong, he suddenly realized: "It turns out that it was Yu Jian who killed the person. Junior brother, you did not die unjustly. He probably took away Master's dragon spirit."
Du Jian filled the tea cup by himself and ordered: "Wang Zong, go and bring Ye Fan to me."
"..."
Wang Zong's scalp exploded.
He is just a sixth-grade peak person, how can He De bring Ye Fan who has the power of a grandmaster?
Wang Zong's hesitation was seen.
Du Jian dipped his fingers into the tea cup and used the tea to write the word "Du" with flying dragons and phoenixes on the table.
Du Jian casually waved his hand, and the word 'Du' floated out of the air, turning into an illusory mark and floating in front of Wang Zong.
"Follow the mark and find him."
…
…
Good times are always short-lived.
Ye Fan didn't play enough in the swimming pool, but the night was already dark and Ye Zi was about to wash up and go to bed.
Ye Fan was lying on the bed telling stories to his wife and children, and Liu Yingying fell asleep before Ye Zi as usual.
Little Ye Zi sighed sadly: "I really envy Mom, she just sleeps when she wants. The adults don't have any worries."
Ye Fan was amused by his daughter and asked, "Why, do you still have worries at your age?"
"Yes."
Ye Zi sat up and counted on his fingers: "I'm worried that Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai won't get used to their new home. They don't want to go to kindergarten every day and want to sleep in like my aunt."
Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are the names of two rabbits.
Not only did they escape the fate of being eaten, but they also had nice names given by Ye Zi himself, which can be said to be the pinnacle of rabbit life.
"And I really, really want to..."
"What do you miss so much?"
"I want to play with that white dragon in the sky."
"..."
The smile on Ye Fan's face gradually faded.
He never understood why the daughter of a cultivator could see the dragon vein spirit even though she was not a cultivator. But now that his daughter has spoken, Mark will not let her down.
"sure."
"Really, Dad, that dragon is in the sky, are we going to fly into the sky?"
Ye Zi's big watery eyes suddenly brightened up, and her little face was full of anticipation and admiration.
Ye Fan's vanity was greatly satisfied: "Of course it is true, but we have to pull the hook and play for half an hour at most. When the time is up, we have to come back to sleep."
"Okay!"
As Ye Fan thought, Ye Zi was suddenly surprised to find that his body floated uncontrollably, and then flew high into the sky along the window.
A spiritual package.
The temperature at high altitude is not cold, and the oxygen is not thin.
Little Leaf fell on the soft clouds. She was a little scared, a little panicked, and a little excited because she saw the 'dragon spirits' huddled together in the clouds.
as well as.
An ordinary-looking sword.
Ye Zi ran over happily and tried to touch Long Ling, but her little hand completely penetrated it. The little girl suddenly became anxious and kept stretching out her little hand to touch.
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry: "It is illusory for the time being. It has not yet had a substantial body. You have to wait at least a year or two before you can touch it with your hands."
Xiao Yezi suddenly showed a disappointed expression.
Seeing his daughter sad, Ye Fan's heart almost broke, and he quickly said: "Zi Zi, do you want to control a sword?"
"???"
Qingfeng Jian suddenly felt something was wrong.
When he wanted to escape, he was stepped on by Ye Fan, and then he was forced to fly with Ye Fan for half an hour.
This scene.
It happened to be witnessed by Wang Zong who was standing outside the villa.
In the dark night, you can see a silver light flying around very fast, and in the silver light is a young man holding a cute female doll.
It’s Ye Fan!
"Gudong"
Wang Zong swallowed, his heart filled with fear. He witnessed Ye Fan's miraculous methods and had already begun to consider whether to run away.
but.
The 'Du' mark written by Du Jian with tea suddenly exploded silently, turning into countless sword auras that exuded a chill, pointing at Ye Fan from afar.
Above the sword energy.
Carrying a heart-stopping terrifying pressure.
Like the heaven and earth collapsing.
Like the end of the world is coming.
Like the god of death looming over you!
Wang Zong couldn't control his body and fell to the ground, his heart was filled with despair.
It's over.
Du Jian wants to kill Senior Ye! ! !
