Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan both looked at that person.
When they saw a young man in his twenties, both of them were a little surprised.
A high level is naturally not scary unless it reaches a certain level.
Youth is the most astonishing thing in the world.
After all, after a hundred years of life, a swordsman's strength will begin to decline after he has passed the peak of his prime.
Don't bully the young in this world, but the younger ones are always formidable.
Even Lu Xiaoer, who had great confidence in his uncle, couldn't help but feel a little more solemn at this time.
The young man sat down by the stream, put his sword on his knees, and looked at the young man under the umbrella on the other side of the stream.
But before Nan Dao could answer, the young man had already smiled bitterly and said, "There are many people in this town who think that the height of 1,200 feet is not that high."
This young swordsman from Wangya Sword Sect is very sincere.
"But I feel high."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows, and saw the young swordsman saying with emotion: "Because I have only climbed 1,300 feet."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "The Green Lotus Realm can only reach 1,300 feet?"
"My Qinglian realm can only reach 1,300 feet. What's more, I'm still on the way to the prime of my life as a swordsman. It's normal to be lower. As for others, I don't know. .”
The man was quite honest, looking at the young man with a lot of envy in his eyes, probably because he was still not very far away from being sixteen.
"In a place like Donghai Sword Sect, I can naturally be considered talented. But looking at the human world, compared with those of the Human Sword Sect, I am probably far inferior."
The man laughed as he spoke, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Of course, I'm not as good as you either. It's just that my level is too high and my years are too long."
Young sword cultivators probably cannot help but feel a little emotional when they see sword cultivators who are younger and more outstanding than themselves.
Nan Dao bowed and said softly: "Senior brother, you are so complimentary."
The man sighed for a while, and then gradually calmed down. He looked at the young man in front of him firmly, stretched out his hand to hold the sword secret, and said in a deep voice: "Please."
The young boy Lu Xiaoer looked at the young man by the stream quietly and said slowly.
"I like this guy very much."
You Chunshan looked at the young boy strangely.
"Why?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Because I think I see in him what I will look like in the future."
This young boy knew very well that his talent was enough to be proud of in Lingnan, but as the young swordsman said, it was not enough in the human world.
You Chunshan shrugged and said, "I don't like it because I feel very envious and jealous when I look at him."
Lu Xiaoer turned to look at You Chunshan.
"What about my uncle?"
You Chunshan sighed: "For people like Uncle Master, you can only sigh with envy and jealousy."
Cong Ren has never been jealous of Qing Yi.
Because that is something too far away.
The sword cultivator in white was just jealous of those who lived in that era, jealous that they could take a look at the sword cultivator who was so tall that no one in the world could let him use his sword.
The two people were sighing here, but the swordsmanship was still flowing by the stream.
The spring breeze all over the stream was chopped into pieces, as if it had stopped. Parrot Island and the Sword of the East China Sea were intertwined and shuttled across the clear stream.
Although the young man was just walking in the snow realm, his divine sea was full of vitality, and thousands of streams were surging together. The Dao tree in the Dao Sea, with its blooming white flowers gradually bearing fruit, was swaying, and many vitalities were flowing out. It was sent out of the body violently.
Therefore, even when facing a sword cultivator who was in the second realm of the small path, the young man never showed any signs of exhaustion.
This young man is still as calm as water.
Sword intent kept falling into the clear stream, but it suppressed the sword cultivator of Wangya Sword Sect little by little.
The Wangya Sword Sect swordsman looked at this young man in amazement.
"Did you really climb only 1,200 feet?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Yes."
The young sword cultivator probably didn't believe it. Countless sword intentions came out and wrapped around the sword. They were no longer entangled with the Parrot Island. Instead, they suddenly increased their speed. Sword fire started on the sword body and broke through. He overcame the young man's sword intent and headed straight towards the young man under the umbrella.
Lu Xiaoer, who was sitting behind Nan Dao, suddenly tensed up. Although the sword was not coming towards him, from Lu Xiaoer's point of view, he was facing the sword directly.
The young boy looked at his uncle with some worry.
Although Master Shishu was once better than Qingjiao, he was also better than Chu Yao.
But among those wins, there were too many coincidental factors.
For example, Snowstorm Tail.
Like a sword falling from the sky.
However, such a young man did not unsheath the Peach Blossom Sword, nor did he call back to Parrot Island. After the cold light sword was passed over, it went straight towards the sword cultivator by the stream.
Everything happens in a blink of an eye.
In fact, at this point, the matter has obviously passed the scope of asking for swords.
Such a sword is already a sword of life and death.
Just asking about the sword, asking about the level, probably there is no need to go to such a step.
So in the end, the sword of the young swordsman from Wangya Sword Sect stopped three feet in front of Nan Dao.
Lu Xiaoer's gaze slowly fell to the north side of Qingxi River.
The young sword cultivator had a sword in front of him that kept ringing softly.
"Last come first..."
The sword cultivator chuckled softly, called his sword back, and put it into its sheath.
"You don't think this is Lingnan's sword... This is clearly Mojianya's sword."
This sword cultivator's words were spoken in a calm tone, but when they fell on the ears of all the sword cultivators, they were like thunder.
The Qingxi River outside the town was completely silent.
What are the characteristics of Mojianya’s sword?
In a world where most swordsmen today come from Mojianya, this is a question that is difficult to explain clearly.
So there is a very simple judgment.
Mojianya's sword is always faster, higher and stronger than the sword in the world.
Parrot Island turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sheath on the young man's knee.
Nan Dao subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Gao Ya, and then said softly: "Yes."
This was the boy's second 'yes'.
It just obviously means something different.
The sword cultivator from the Xiao Dao Qinglian realm stood up with his sword in hand, patted some grass blades on his body, and said, "Do you know why I still want to ask about the sword even though I feel very high?"
Nan Dao looked at the young swordsman.
"Why?"
"I am also a person who has climbed a cliff. If I came from Lingnan and traveled half of the world to climb a cliff, I would definitely have been covered with sword wounds until I could no longer go on, and finally I would have to climb down the cliff in embarrassment. Get off."
For this human swordsman, climbing a cliff is as pious as saluting gods and ghosts in the south.
The young swordsman said softly: "It is impossible for a person who has exhausted all his strength to climb the cliff to still have the energy and interest to help a person who spent all his wealth to buy a wooden sword by the stream to get in touch with Qi."
You Chunshan felt something was wrong as he listened, and looked helplessly at the sword cultivator on the other side of the Qingxi River.
Just say it, why did you take me out?
I didn’t eat your rice...
You Chunshan, who is also in his twenties, feels very aggrieved.
Lu Xiaoer silently patted the shoulder of the unfortunate guy next to him.
Because after the sword cultivator said these words, many eyes did fall on the young man behind this young man.
It was as if You Chunshan said loudly that all eyes were on me, and I announced something, I am trash.
Fortunately, Jian Xiu's words behind him drew everyone's attention back, and this allowed You Chunshan to get rid of the feeling of being on pins and needles.
"So senior brother."
The young swordsman said very proudly.
"Of course you are more than 1,200 feet tall."
Nan Dao looked quietly at the sword cultivator on the other side of the stream.
The first two probably came out of curiosity.
This third sword cultivator came to ask about swords seriously.
Nan Dao sat quietly for a long time before slowly saying: "I don't know either."
The sword cultivator from the East China Sea Wangya Sword Sect did not continue to ask this question. He just stood there and said seriously: "I have one last question. Of course, senior brother does not have to answer it."
The sword cultivator of this small realm has called his senior brother so sincerely, so he probably has many questions and it is naturally difficult to refuse.
And that problem is already very obvious.
Nan Dao looked at him quietly.
That sword practiced a ritual.
"What is the relationship between senior brother and Mojianya?"
When Lu Xiaoer, sitting behind Nan Dao, heard this question, he subconsciously wanted to stand up and say it boldly. Do you also ask such a private question?
But then he realized it. After all, it seemed that only a few people from Lingnan knew that Nandao had written letters to the people on the cliff.
Only then did he suppress the thought of clapping his sword for his uncle's life-long event.
Nan Dao looked at the sword cultivator quietly, and then at the many people in the town who had been silent since just now, then his eyes fell on the high cliff, and said calmly: "I learned from the cliff master. Some swords..."
Everyone looked as they should.
But the young man continued: "But, I am from Lingnan, Tianya Sword Sect."
All the sword cultivators looked at this young man with some confusion.
The sword cultivator looked at the confusion flashing across the young man's expression, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Yes, I have learned some swordsmanship, but I am not a person from the cliff, so my senior brother is naturally from the Lingnan Sword Sect."
This is naturally helping Nandao to rescue itself.
The sword cultivator laughed as he spoke, held his sword in a salute, and distracted the thoughts of the sword cultivators.
"Senior brother's swordsmanship is superb, I am ashamed of myself."
With the sword cultivator's exit, the riverside became silent again.
They were all members of the East China Sea Sword Sect. They didn't look up when they looked down. They had climbed up to the second level and left. Naturally, there was no need to pretend to be geniuses, so everyone's eyes fell on the few sword cultivators at the rear who were under the seventh level.
Naturally, those below the Seventh Realm and those above the Seventh Realm cannot be regarded as beings of the same level.
Maybe people in the world are confused sometimes.
So someone in the know would ask him sincerely - Do you know why there are only three stacks on the avenue?
The three stacks of waves have the meaning of surging and surging.
Moving forward naturally has form but no potential.
Because the East China Sea Sword Sect saw some possible stories, many sword cultivators left this land.
Therefore, in this small town under the cliff, there are only two fifth-level sword cultivators and one sixth-level sword cultivator.
But the three of them were obviously hesitant.
After all, no one expected that after just asking Sanjian, the pressure would come to them instead.
If he loses his reputation as a sword cultivator of the Five Realms to such a young man who walks on a snowy bridge, I am afraid that his reputation will be ruined in the entire East China Sea.
So after a long time, the three of them were looking at each other as if they were flirting with each other.
Finally, the forty-year-old swordsman from Jingtao Sword Sect among the three people came out and stood by the stream.
"The Jingtao Sword Sect of the East China Sea, a sword cultivator in the lower realm of the fifth level Qinglian."
The man smiled slightly, holding his sword and looking towards Nan Dao.
"please."
Because the second sword cultivator had told Nan Dao something about the Jingtao Sword Sect Qingjiao, it would be most appropriate for a sword cultivator to come forward.
No matter he wins or loses, there will never be a hard time on his face. After all, it can be seen from the young man's attitude that there may be some human connection between the two.
In the world of cultivation, naturally the higher you go up, the greater the gap between each realm.
There is three realms difference between this sword cultivator and the previous young sword cultivator, and he is in his prime. For a sword cultivator, no matter what his realm is, this age is naturally the most peak time in his life.
In fact, when the second-level sword cultivator from the Wangya Sword Sect forced out the Human Kuai Jian from the South Island, it was naturally difficult for the young man to sit there quietly.
Nan Dao's right hand slid over from the Parrot Island, and then he held the Peach Blossom Sword and stood up. The Parrot Island sword's scabbard slipped off and floated around him.
The young man held an umbrella and inserted the Peach Blossom Sword in front of him, then looked back at the two people behind him.
Lu Xiaoer understood, pulled You Chunshan to stand up, and retreated towards the back.
You Chunshan was pulled away for no apparent reason.
"What is this going to do?"
Lu Xiaoer stood in the distance and said softly: "Stay away. Uncle Master represents the Lingnan Sword Sect. He doesn't want to lose, so he may fight fiercely and lose control easily."
You Chunshan is probably a little incredible.
"Can this all be won?"
Although this young man has not practiced cultivation and is only in the East China Sea, it is naturally impossible for him not to know the gap between Taxue and the Five Realms.
That's more than just a big difference.
In the human world, Ta Xue can only be said to have mid-level combat power, while the Five Realm Sword Cultivator has upper-level combat power no matter where he is placed.
Lu Xiaoer no longer had the confidence he had before. After thinking about it, he said, "I don't know either."
So everything fell between the two opposing people by the stream.
The young man held the umbrella in his hand tightly with one hand, and gradually slid over the peach blossom sword with his other hand, and then grasped the hilt of the sword.
"please."
Everything happens suddenly.
When the young man's invitation fell into the stream, there were no ripples.
The figures of the two people had disappeared by the stream, and then the onlookers sword cultivators saw their figures from some of the sword intent oscillating in the stream.
The two faced each other with swords, and then turned into sword light and retreated back.
The grass stems that had been wiped off under their feet continued to bend, and the two of them reappeared on the clear stream.
Countless sword intentions collapsed and fell into the stream, making ripples like drizzle and raising whitecaps like a stormy wave.
The sword light flashed on the stream.
The two crossed swords several times before finally returning to the stream.
The five-level sword cultivator looked as usual, while the young man stood under the umbrella and took a breather.
When holding a sword with one hand and someone like the Jingtao Sword Sect holding a sword with both hands, they will naturally be at a disadvantage.
However, even so, the Jingtao sword cultivator still had strange colors in his eyes.
"Are you really sixteen?"
Nan Dao gasped softly and said, "Maybe seventeen years old."
Sixteen or seventeen years old, of course, they are all insignificant.
When a snow-stepping sword cultivator can stand in front of a five-level sword cultivator, it has already explained many problems.
Jingtao Sword Cultivator also understands this truth in his heart.
Although the boy's Shenhai Yuan Qi is not as condensed as that of the Five Realm Sword Cultivator, the majestic Yuan Qi brought by the withering of thousands of white flowers is enough to support him to fight with such a sword cultivator.
Just looking at the young man who was just panting, the Jingtao sword cultivator was probably a little dissatisfied.
The sword cultivator from the Wangya Sword Sect had already asked about climbing the cliff, so he wanted to ask the boy about his limits.
So he didn't say anything, but the sword intent around him began to gather momentum, just like what he had seen in the canyon.
The energy of his sword energy gathered like a high cliff and a large river, rushing down in waves.
Nan Dao took a deep breath, looking at the sword that cut through the spring breeze of the world, and raised the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand to his eyebrows.
There is snow on the eyebrows.
At this point, traces of fine snow finally appeared in the young man's eyes.
Within three feet of the body, some fine snowflakes began to fill the air.
You Chunshan, who was watching from a distance, was dumbfounded at this scene.
"what is that?"
Lu Xiaoer held the sword proudly and said, "That's Xixue, my uncle's own sword."
Xixue Yijian has appeared in Lingnan before, and also appeared in the war between the White Deer Monster Clan.
This is the first time in the East China Sea that he has appeared in the eyes of sword cultivators from all the major sword sects in the world.
Not only You Chunshan, but also the town residents and sword cultivators looked at the sword in confusion.
The Five Realm Sword Cultivator's sword that hit the shore was stopped abruptly by the sword on the clear stream.
On the peach blossom sword with a green and black blade, green fire and white snow intersect, just like the wind and snow that fell on the world in an instant, condensing a mighty river falling in the air.
The Jingtao sword cultivator was also surprised for a moment, and then he also laughed.
"What a young man."
The sword cultivator may have changed his mind and turned to look at the two sword cultivators on the north bank of Qingxi River.
"You can't let me alone be ruined."
The two men hesitated a little, but then they unsheathed their swords and turned into sword light and shot out from the crowd.
"Okay...shameless."
You Chunshan stared at the three sword cultivators above the fifth level in shock.
Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something, and stared blankly at the three people heading towards Fengxue Sword Intent.
The little boy murmured: "It's really shameless. They want to exchange their face for something else."
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, looked at the young boy and said, "What?"
The young boy looked back at the young man carrying the wooden sword on his back and said softly: "If three sword cultivators from the Fifth Realm asked you about swordsmanship and you still won, then what are you?"
You Chunshan thought for a while, but seemed to understand, and said in a daze: "Then I am God."
After all, a person who didn't even have a sense of energy and was holding a wooden sword could win against three sword cultivators in the small realm.
It can only be said that he is a god.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly realized something and hurriedly pulled out his sword and threw it towards the clear stream.
"Uncle Master, take the sword."
Naturally, there is a third sword and a fourth sword in the South Island, but those are Dao swords that come from the horse scabbard.
This story about the clear stream under the cliff is about asking about swords, not asking.
Therefore, it is naturally impossible to pull out those swords.
The young man stood in the spring breeze holding an umbrella in the sword wind. The Xiwu Sword, the Peach Blossom Sword, and the Parrot Island that had been hanging all the time. At this moment, the three swords fell into the sword intention together and circulated around the young man. Beside him, he suddenly left again.
One sword cuts through flowers, one sword cuts through snow.
There is also a sword.
it's for.
View the sea.
