At the same time as Mr. Shuijing met Li Changgu, another young man appeared in Baiyu Town.

The cultivators in the world can maintain their appearance when they reach a certain level. Of course, if they enter the old age, most monks will be reluctant to use their energy to maintain their appearance.

Therefore, most monks who can have a young appearance are at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Most of the monks who climbed the tower realm have lived for hundreds of years. No matter how they look, most of them cannot hide the vicissitudes in their eyes.

But this one has a clear and clear eyes.

There is only vitality inside.

This monk in a green robe and holding a folding fan appeared on the street.

In fact, many people cannot imagine that such a handsome young man was actually a monk who climbed the tower.

Yan Yu stood by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, standing with Zenzi.

After the Zenzi glanced at the young scholar, he sighed: "There are many talents in the teachings. This senior should be a jade-faced scholar, right?"

Yan Yu was a little surprised. He looked at Zenzi and asked with a smile: "Why is Zenzi so knowledgeable?"

Zenzi looked at the man in the distance and said, "This must have happened two hundred years ago. No one has seen this senior for two hundred years. I didn't expect that he would appear in front of us today."

Yan Yu nodded, "Even most people in the academy can't remember this senior."

Zenzi sighed: "There is no reason to never end. Why is this happening?"

Yan Yu thought about it, and then said, "It was a situation that would never stop."

In the mountains and rivers, the three religions and swordsmen can be said to be immortal or not, and the enemy of life and death cannot be said to be immortal. In fact, there was a fixed number six thousand years ago.

The Zen master moved his eyes and was unwilling to look at the jade-faced scholar again. He just said, "In today's battle, all the swordsmen have emerged, and digital climbing is the best combat power in the world. However, compared with that, it is still not as good as the two Confucian and Taoist sects joining forces."

Yan Yu was silent. Whether it was Confucianism or Taoism, the six thousand years of foundation in the mountains and rivers could not be compared with the swordsman lineage. If the swordsman lineage had not yet begun to be in Qingqiu, it might have already become the dust of history.

Zenzi said, "No one can stop this senior."

This is the fact. After Wei Chunzhi dissipated, Zhou Qing almost died in battle here when the swordsman who was climbing the tower was present. The old man couldn't take care of himself, and Xu Li couldn't get rid of him. Although Li Changgu had just arrived, he was stopped by Mr. Shui Jing and he was not able to help others.

This jade-faced scholar was originally a cultivator who had a high level of level. It can be said that the battle situation he joined now would be one-sided.

Zenzi said calmly: "I don't know who this senior wants to kill first."

Yan Yu shook his head, "Who knows?"

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The Jade-faced Scholar came here to kill people.

Therefore, after a brief moment, he appeared on the battlefield of Xu Li.

This swordsman who had anonymous name was even more serious than Zhou Qing, had killed one climbing the tower, and now he had another seriously injured one. The one who could stand in front of him was not seriously injured, but Xu Li's face turned pale.

When the Jade-faced Scholar came here, it almost established the situation of Xu Li's death in battle.

The young man who could say that he was in the wind looked at Xu Li and said calmly: "You deserve to die."

Xu Li smiled coldly, raised his sword in front of his chest, and did not answer.

In his opinion, he did not dare to take action before, but now the Jade-faced scholar who came to him was still afraid of the killing power of the swordsman.

The jade-faced scholar put his palm on the bottom of the folding fan and said, "No matter what, you deserve to die. I haven't taken any action for two hundred years. It's good to kill a swordsman climbing the tower with this move."

Xu Li smiled and said, "Come and try it?"

The first time he took action in his half life, he killed someone climbing the tower.

Of course, the yellow crane at that time didn’t count!

The majestic sword energy swept through the wind and snow, forming a strange tornado. Whether it is wind and snow or sword intent, it is full of solemnity.

The jade-faced scholar reached out to watch a snowflake falling on the back of his hand, and then watched the snowflakes split into pieces. The jade-faced scholar picked up a folding fan and a powerful aura like the Nine Heavens Milky Way swept over. With this aura alone, he was already better than the one Xu Li was going to kill before climbing the tower.

Xu Li swung his sword.

The same majestic sword energy rushed towards the jade-faced scholar.

But after the sword energy flew for a distance, it suddenly stopped moving forward.

The jade-faced scholar stretched out his hand and pulled the sword energy apart.

He stood there, folding the fan in his hand, looking very leisurely.

The other two monks who climbed the tower here looked at each other and saw the fear in their eyes.

This was not something they could handle when climbing the tower, but no one thought that this young man was obviously a monk among the three religions, and he was actually far superior to them.

Xu Li frowned. Although this sword was not the peak sword, it would definitely not be inferior to ordinary climbing tower realm. He never thought that he would be stopped by the Jade-faced Scholar like he is now.

His face was solemn.

The Jade-faced scholar shook his head and said, "The so-called swordsman is just like this."

This is not his mocking of Xu Li in this state, but from his own heart, no matter whether he is the peak Xu Li or not, there is no possibility that he can surpass him.

This is extremely confident.

Of course, it is also a cognition based on one's own extremely powerful strength.

Xu Li said seriously: "You are very strong."

The Jade-faced scholar did not comment, but just tapped his palm repeatedly with a folding fan. He thought for a while and then said, "Now you should die."

After saying this, he stretched out a finger.

And naturally a sword light was born opposite.

But soon a cold voice came from the sky, "Jumping clown!"

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After Li Fuyao killed a Taiqing cultivator with another sword, he was exhausted.

He stood on the sword and looked at another Taiqing Realm on the corner of the street. There was no way out.

The sword energy in the Ling Mansion was empty and there was no more sword handing out.

The man slowly walked towards this side, holding a pen in his hand, and his energy gathered here, thinking that he wanted to kill it with one blow.

But soon, a sword energy swept across the sky, and a sword penetrated his chest.

Vitality is cut off.

A man in white robe suddenly appeared in front of Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao looked up and saw the man's appearance clearly, and he was immediately a little incredible.

Because of this face, he has seen it more than once.

He opened his mouth and said nothing.

The man in the white robe's eyes fell on the black-haired hand in Li Fuyao's hand.

He didn't move, but the black hair kept trembling.

There are many emotions in those trembling sounds, the joy of reunion after a long separation, and a little sadness...

The man in white robe said to himself: "It is in your hands and has suffered some grievances."

Li Fuyao lowered his head and said nothing. He naturally knew that the former master of this sword was the most rare sword embryo in the world. His sword art qualifications were so high that even the Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu could not compare with him. How could he be compared?

Therefore, it is normal to feel wronged.

The man in the white robe continued, "But it was still in the right hand."

Li Fuyao whispered: "I'm sorry."

The man in white robe looked at Li Fuyao, shook his head, and said in memory: "This world has changed, it is not the same world back then. It is harder for you to live. You don't have to be sorry for anyone, whether it is black hair or anything else, it is always not the same..."

"May I have your name?"

The man in white robe looked at Li Fuyao and asked softly.

Li Fuyao replied: "Li Fuyao."

The man in white robe nodded with a calm expression, "I never thought I could see this world again, nor did I think you were so difficult, but I thought I could always do something, even if it wasn't because I was a swordsman, it seemed to be because I was Bai Zhihan..."

Li Fuyao shouted in a low voice: "Senior, why are you..."

Li Fuyao had seen Bai Zhihan twice before. The first time was when he held the blue-wire sword for the first time. At that time, he saw the scene of Bai Zhihan dying in Jianshan. The second time was in Wanbao Pavilion in Chen State, which was more specific. It was only the second time that Bai Zhihan was far less gentle than Bai Zhihan now.

Bai Zhihan looked at Li Fuyao, thought for a while, then reached out and said, "I came to you... to borrow a sword..."

Chao Qingqiu let him reappear in the world and found a sword for him. They were all swords of swordsmen in the Tower Realm, but they were far less easy to use as Qingshi.

Therefore, he came here to borrow a sword from Li Fuyao.

The reason is to borrow a sword.

That's because the Blue Wire Sword is really not considered his Bai Zhihan's sword.

The owner of the black hair now is Li Fuyao.
To be continued...