Seeing that the power displayed by the Wuhua dagger at this moment did not match Ye Fengyu's cultivation level, the man in the dark was not surprised at all, because the crutch did not pause at all after knocking Ye Fengyu away and continued to attack him.
After the black sword collapsed, Wuhua just stepped back a few feet, and then continued to attack the broken bowl in front of him with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Ye Fengyu's face looked a little ugly after suffering the heavy blow just now. Although he was very uncomfortable physically, he still clearly felt that the vitality in his body had become much smoother, and he couldn't help but frown slightly for a moment.
Previously, because he had absorbed too much spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the vitality in his body had reached the maximum limit that his cultivation could bear. He had to be extremely careful even when operating his cultivation. But now, because he was forced by the man in the darkness to release some vitality, As a result, the vitality in the body no longer blocks the meridians, allowing smooth circulation.
Even if he feels pain in his chest now, he can recover quickly after circulating his vitality. He is a little confused. With the other party's unpredictable cultivation, killing himself is as easy as squeezing an ant to death, but at this moment he is preparing to use the third With the second move, it was obvious that the opponent had already reserved his hand.
Seeing the crutches in front of him approaching him quickly, Ye Fengyu suddenly had a thought. The silver light on his hands dissipated, and he stood calmly in the darkness with his hands behind his back. He even closed his eyes, not intending to resist anymore!
It should be noted that at such a critical moment in battle, it is extremely dangerous to give up resistance, unless the opponent is so strong that he cannot resist. However, the Wuhua dagger in front of him who is still moving forward shows that Ye Fengyu is not giving up. Resist.
He is gambling!
Although he did not believe that Wuhua could kill the opponent, he still wanted to bet that the crutch in front of him would not fall on him!
Being able to survive the previous blow meant that the opponent did not want to kill him. Facing an opponent with such an unpredictable level of cultivation, Ye Fengyu could accept it as long as he survived, so he took the gamble!
After all, the opponent was a powerful immortal cultivator. Even if there was no murderous intention, the powerful pressure released in the offensive still made Ye Fengyu's mind tighten slightly, and the palms behind him could not help but sweat.
The man in the darkness ahead had already held the broken bowl in his hand again, and the billowing black mist still continued to emerge from the bowl, like a fountain that would never stop.
The black mist formed a thin wall in front of the man. Even though Wuhua's short sword was attacking in this direction, the silvery white light still failed to push the black mist back half an inch.
But at this time, the man's hand holding the broken bowl was slightly stiff, and the wrinkles on his hands became more and more obvious, and it seemed to be weird.
"Ah!"
The man gave out a wry smile, with a hint of helplessness in his laughter.
Immediately afterwards, a huge black hand was seen protruding from the black mist. The black mist rolled into Wuhua's area, causing Wuhua to make a trembling buzzing sound, and the forward trend suddenly slowed down.
Under the strong pressure, Wuhua's power seemed to have reached its limit, and he was unable to directly break through the black hand.
The black hand was shaped like an orchid, and two fingers pinched Wuhua in it. As the black fingers touched Wuhua, the runes on the sword instantly collapsed, and an extremely strong explosion wave came from the sword, as if it had been sealed for a long time. It was as fierce as a beast suddenly breaking out of its trap.
This wave of fluctuations failed to push back the black hand, but it pushed back the black mist behind the black hand, revealing the figure holding a broken bowl.
Tightly wrapped tattered clothes fluttered in the wind amid the fluctuations of spiritual energy, carrying wisps of black mist behind them. The black mist in the broken bowl quickly swayed and dissipated in the wind, and then slowly subsided.
After the Wuhua dagger was pinched, it lost the decoration of the runes and quickly returned to its uneven, dark appearance. The silver-white light was extinguished directly under the pressure of the black hand, and the dagger returned to its simple appearance.
At the same time, the crutch in front of him suddenly stopped in front of Ye Fengyu. A strong wind made his cheek hurt, and his short hair flew straight back in the wind.
The cane only needs to advance half an inch, and Ye Fengyu's head will inevitably burst and his brains will explode under its blow.
After a while, Ye Fengyu felt that the wind around him had completely calmed down, and then he slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was no longer the dark scene before, but just an ordinary deep alley.
There was moonlight falling from the sky into the deep alley, and the scene in the alley was vaguely visible before his eyes. There was light shining through the glass windows of the houses next to the alley, and falling on the quiet alley, where a ditch rat scurried past.
Ye Fengyu's attention did not stay on these things for too long. He quickly looked deeper into the alley ahead, where a figure was slowly walking towards him.
The tattered cloth looked very dark in the night, like a messenger who often haunted the darkness. The uneven footsteps came slowly along with the sound of a cane falling to the ground.
The man walked into the light extending from the alley, and Ye Fengyu finally saw clearly what he was wearing.
His face was wrapped in rags, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed. These eyes were as bright as two black pearls, emitting a dim light under the light. It could be seen from the vicissitudes of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that the other party had already He is of a certain age.
Ye Fengyu looked at the crutch in his hand, confirming that he was the one who attacked her before, and then looked at his other hand. On the broken bowl in his hand lay his own magic weapon Wuhua Dagger, and his eyes couldn't help but smile slightly. He narrowed his eyes and became a little more vigilant.
"Who are you?"
Ye Fengyu looked at this man and said with a slightly cold voice.
He had seen the techniques of the six great immortal sects, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out which sect the technique performed by this person just came from. In short, there was something strange in the other party's technique.
At this moment, all his breath has gone away, and he looks like just an ordinary beggar. I really can't figure out how I offended him!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him knelt on one knee, put the crutch on the ground beside him, held up the broken bowl with slightly trembling hands, and then said respectfully: "I have seen the young master!"
"Um?"
Ye Fengyu frowned at first and took a step back involuntarily. He looked at the man in front of him with a puzzled face and said, "What are you doing? Who is your young master?"
The man in front of him did not stand up, but asked: "Is it Ye Fengyu?"
Ye Fengyu nodded and said, "Exactly!"
The man said: "That's right. You are the young master of the Ye family. The last general, Huang Junwu, was greatly favored by the Ye family and vowed to go through fire and water for the Ye family for generations. Now, eighteen years have passed, and the Ye family will finally see the light of day again. ”
"Well……"
Hearing this, Ye Fengyu couldn't accept it in a short period of time. Although he could vaguely sense that the Ye family was not simple since he set foot on the path to immortality, after all, what he sensed was too ethereal and illusory, and there was no evidence to prove it.
At this time, a person suddenly appeared and called himself, a romantic young man who grew up in a dilapidated alley, Young Master. Even in a mindless time-travel plot, he would not dare to act like this.
Huang Junwu knew that Ye Fengyu couldn't believe it, so he said: "The dagger of the young master was the master's magic weapon during his lifetime. Others may not know it, but I, Huang Junwu, will never forget it in my life. I know that all this is too sudden. Please, please Master, let me explain in detail!"
"this……"
Ye Fengyu suddenly fell into a dilemma. He originally came to find Zhong Tianqi, but he stayed here for so long. If Liu Shuqin and the others couldn't find him, it would be troublesome.
He thought, took out his cell phone and looked at it, and sure enough there were several Gongs.
Jin missed the call. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I have something to do now, otherwise let's make an appointment to see you another day!"
Huang Junwu felt a little anxious and said, "Master, I wonder what else the master has to do?"
Ye Fengyu asked: "Have you seen a person from Qinglinyuan and a Qingyang Sect? They can't be found anywhere!"
"this……"
This time it was Huang Junwu's turn to be in trouble. He didn't know what to say for a while. A hint of worry flashed deep in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "I saw them going to the south of the city before. I don't know where they are now, young master." You can look over there!”
Ye Fengyu nodded and said, "Thank you!"
Huang Junwu said continuously: "I don't dare!"
"Then this..."
Ye Fengyu pointed to the Wuhua dagger lying horizontally on the broken bowl and said with some uncertainty.
Huang Junwu said respectfully: "Wuhua is now the young master's magic weapon, and he should follow the young master!"
Hearing this, Ye Fengyu picked up the Wuhua dagger and put it in his sleeve, then turned around and left. Facing someone he was unfamiliar with and whose cultivation was unpredictable, he always felt a little depressed in his heart. He couldn't wait to leave.
But after only taking a few steps, Huang Junwu asked quickly: "Master, when and where will we meet next..."
Ye Fengyu stopped helplessly, hesitated for a moment and then said: "Tomorrow night there will be fireworks and wine city in the east of the city!"
Huang Junwu looked slightly stunned when he heard this, and wanted to say something, but Ye Fengyu had already hurried out of the alley, leaving only a seemingly unruly figure fading away under the night.
Looking at that figure, Huang Junwu was a little at a loss. His mouth wrapped in rags sighed slightly. The mist dispersed through the cloth and disappeared in the air. He thought to himself: "Master, how can you go with these people now?" Too close, but one day you will finally..."
Before he could think of what was going to happen next, the spiritual energy of the surrounding world suddenly trembled, and he could clearly feel a powerful aura approaching quickly.
In desperation, Huang Junwu had no choice but to pick up the crutches on the ground, stretched out his hand to pull the cloth strip on the noodles, and walked slowly out of the alley with a slightly stooped figure. He was slightly lame under his feet, but it did not affect his speed. He quickly disappeared in In the vast night.
Not long after he disappeared, a breath landed in the alley, the wind blew up in the alley, and a ditch rat squeaked with difficulty as he felt the oppression from the depths of his soul.
Chu Yu looked at the scene in the alley with a complicated expression. Everything was so calm. The cool wind blew the hair on her cheeks and swayed gently, and her face was a little solemn.
"Is it my imagination?"
Chu Yu looked at the empty dark alley and kept thinking about this question in her mind, feeling very puzzled and confused.
She had been looking for the whereabouts of Yu Wenxin and others, but she inadvertently noticed the movement here, and rushed over to find out. However, it seemed that she was late, and it seemed that it was just her own illusion.
Chu Yu released her consciousness and searched for clues little by little. She searched all over the alleys and even the fine dust on the ground. However, the results she got still made her a little disappointed. There was not a trace of breath. Belonging to the six great immortal sects, even the strange aura just now has dissipated without a trace.
Nowadays, Chu Yu's cultivation level is already at the peak of Tongfa. The cultivation level of a person who can leave the range of her perception so quickly is not low, and may even have reached the pinnacle.
Thinking of this, Chu Yu's face became more solemn. The owner of the valley was not here at this time. If there were strong people in the area, Fengyue Valley would be really difficult to deal with. She started to worry for a while, but the matter was not confirmed and it was not good. Notify the valley owner directly.
"I hope I'm worrying too much!"
After much hesitation, Chu Yu could only turn around and leave temporarily, and soon disappeared into the night!
