When the three of them arrived at Yubai Mountain, several sects were tit for tat and refused to give in. There were piles of corpses not far away, but no one took it to heart.

The arrival of Fengyi and others did not attract the attention of others. Some people just glanced at it and then looked away, focusing on their opponents.

The old man with the machete on his back was also there. He stood aside while the others stared at him fearfully.

"I have five scimitars, which can move mountains, topple seas, cut off yin and yang, judge life and death, and destroy destiny. You are very lucky. You are in a good mood when you meet me, and you can die by my sword."

He smiled, giving off a very kind feeling, and pulled out a scimitar from behind his back, as if caressing his lover, gazing tenderly at the sword that had accompanied him in battles for many years.

Everyone's expressions changed. They didn't know this old man, but the horrifying five deadly scimitars were so popular that many people even grew up hearing his stories.

There was an uproar around him, but the old man remained motionless.

"Who is he? Why is the leader so afraid of him?"

"Keep your voice down. He has been a figure on par with Zuoqiu Yan in the world for twenty years. When he was young, his whole family was wiped out. I don't know where he learned the peerless martial arts. He killed everyone in the world and became the Green Mountain of Kunlun.

One faction was destroyed by him."

Someone quietly looked at the Nanshan Temple not far away and whispered: "Master Xuanji took action from behind and almost killed him. He disappeared for a while and came back again two years later to make an appointment with Master Xuanji.

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People who didn't understand the hidden story were fascinated by it and couldn't help but ask about the final result of this battle.

The elderly warrior shook his head: "So far, no one knows the final battle. They only know that Master Xuanji passed away not long after this battle. Some people say he won, while others say he lost.

That’s why he disappeared from the world.”

Although everyone doesn't understand, they know that Zuoqiu Yan is the current leader of the martial arts alliance.

Master Xuanji is an accomplished monk from the Nanshan Temple sect.

Someone said shamelessly: "If my uncle hadn't been seriously injured back then, it's not certain who would win."

The leader next to him opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly: "It's over, why bother to say more. Xuanji insists on keeping the two-year appointment. He can't blame others. He can only say that he deserves to be in trouble, Amitabha."

The monk suppressed the resentment on his face and said respectfully: "What the leader taught me is that Jingjue was confused for a while and was too persistent."

Standing next to him was a young monk, with a calm expression, neither sad nor happy, with a sense of Buddha nature all over his body. He is the most famous Buddhist disciple today, and his dharma name is Gui Wu.

Guiwu's facial features are very delicate, even though he has a bald head, it does not affect his appearance at all.

Among those present, only Feng Yi could equal him.

He makes people feel very close, and it is easy for people to put down their guard. When he looks at people, he has a trace of compassion for all living beings, making people instantly feel that their souls have been cleansed.

Guiwu's eyes turned around, suddenly paused, and then turned back to the field.

The scimitar on the old man's body represents that he was a peerless master in those days, a man of amazing talent and beauty. Every time he kills a person, there will be an extra scimitar on his back.

He easily defeated his opponent, and with a slight throw back, the scimitar entered the scabbard with great precision.

From the beginning to the end, the old scimitar man's expression did not change at all, as if he had just crushed an ant to death.

Seeing the old man walking beside them, Xiao Wu and You Huang felt bad all over. Their scalps were numb and they held their breath for fear of making the old man unhappy.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at them: "Is there any good wine?"

You Huang: "Uh..."

He hurriedly took out half a pot of good daughter's red, and gave it to the old man with a look of pain on his face.

This was the daughter Hong who was left with him, and the rest were all robbed by Xiao Wu and Feng Yi.

He said flatteringly: "Grandpa, great hero, are you going to accept a disciple? I am extremely smart and gifted. The teacher said that I have eight or seven orifices and he said that my talents are different from ordinary people. In time, I will definitely become famous all over the world."

After hearing You Huang's words, everyone's lips twitched.

If the eight orifices are open to the seven, doesn't that mean that one is ignorant?

Why can't this fat man even hear a good word? It's hard for his teacher. After such a big detour, all he had to do was tell You Huang plainly that you don't have the talent to practice martial arts.

The old man's hand holding the jug paused slightly, and he glanced at him calmly. Finally, he looked at Nuerhong, and began to think about whether it was worth exchanging this jug of wine for a cheap grandson's.

With his eyes, he could tell at a glance that this guy had no bones and looked spoiled. It would be okay to teach him some superficial kung fu.

"I won't accept it, but I can teach you two moves."

You Huang looked happy and responded with a smile: "As long as you are willing to teach me, let alone my daughter, I can even empty out my father's wine warehouse."

The old man with a scimitar took a sip of wine, looked at Fengyi, and said slowly: "I remember you, you Liu Xiahui."

Fengyi: "..."

She just talked about it casually, why did she insist on this matter?

What's wrong with Liu Xiahui? Did he provoke you?

This old man with a scimitar speaks slowly and walks slowly, as if he is buried up to his neck in loess. However, when facing the enemy, he is as fast as thunder and moves like wind.

"He's quite an interesting guy."

After saying this, the old man sat calmly and slowly enjoyed the wine. The aroma of the wine made the mouths of others go dry.

Everyone present was a master, and Liu Xiahui's words made many people look strange.

"Slender horse in white clothes, as graceful as jade, this standard outfit looks very similar to that Yan Gucheng. Doesn't it mean that he has confidants all over the world? Who would have thought, but he is not useful."

A man in Tsing Yi spoke with a smile and stared at Fengyi. Just looking at it, the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

"Why does this guy look so much like the Ghost Lord?"

The Qingluo ghost became a little unsure. After all, the ghost owner had disappeared for a year. They searched secretly for a long time but could not find any trace.

He touched the girl next to him and whispered: "Look at that Yan Gucheng."

The girl was holding a toy in her hand. She raised her head impatiently and said coldly: "Isn't it just a man? If you like it, go for it and don't touch me."

Qing Luo Gui's face twisted. Who was it that was trying to ruin his reputation? Everyone thought he had a habit of cutting off his sleeves.

Whenever he went somewhere or glanced at someone, the men would tremble, crawling and hiding behind the women.

Qingluo Ghost couldn't help but growl in a low voice: "Ghost, I say it again, I fucking like girls."

Ghost: "Fuck you, don't get so close to me. Don't say you like women. You just like the little black one in our yard, the green cow in the back mountain, and the old cow raised by the fool."

Sow, I don’t even have a problem with it.”

"Fuck! Damn it!"

The girl pulled the doll in her hand. Because Qingluo Ghost suddenly roared, her hand shook, and she used too much force, and the doll's head was torn off.
Chapter completed!