The young man had a bitter look on his face, "Not like you."

Wu Shanhe cannot be regarded by common sense.

Wu Shanhe said calmly: "I was originally a disciple of Jianshan. How could I not know the wonder of the Jianshan formation? My ancestor valued me so much, so how could he not tell me the secrets?"

The young man sighed and wanted to say something, but it soon disappeared.

Wu Shanhe walked out of the courtyard with a expressionless face and soon continued along the mountain road.

If Mr. Bai wants to break through this sword mountain formation, he must first defeat me, Wu Shanhe.

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Bai Weng walked on the mountain road, and the more he walked up, he had been attacked many times.

The ancestor Xu Ji is a swordsman genius who is rare in a century. He has been in charge of Jianshan for so many years and has become a very terrifying level of familiarity with the Jianshan formation. Although he is not presided over this formation now, there is no need to say more about the terrifying level of this formation.

Even in this formation, Bai Weng was far from at a loss.

He felt a lot of worry. As for why, it was naturally not because of the sword formation, but because of the "that man" and the sword energy on the "that man" who were looking at him from a distance.

Those sword energy and sword intent are the strongest feelings that Bai Weng felt.

He could even conclude that if he walked up to the top of the mountain, he would definitely have a battle with "that man" at that time. Perhaps he would be the strongest opponent he had encountered since he practiced swords. However, Jianshan has already been like this, and there is such a backhand?

Or is there another swordsman who had already stepped into the sea and was sitting in Jianshan?

But if this is the case, why is it so easy for the main beam to go up the mountain back then?

Bai Weng frowned, looked ahead, and murmured in a low voice: "No matter what, when I come, whoever stops me will be a sword."

This sentence is very tough, but unfortunately the sound is too small and it has not been heard far away.

It didn't make too many people hear it either.

But not far behind him, there was already a young man in gray robe standing there, looking ahead, looking unobstructed.

He pinched the Shanhe Sword at his waist tightly and looked ahead, as if he wanted to draw the sword at any time.

An old sound came from the mountain road.

"Although the world belongs to you young people, if you want to do something, you may become a dead person."

Listening to this, Wu Shanhe's expression became extremely strange. His face turned pale, but his hands still held the sword tightly.

If you really want to draw a sword against him, then go out.

After all, this is his Wu Shanhe Jianshan.

It's either from others, it's from Wu Shanhe.

Daytime is not short.

After Li Fuyao walked into the dilapidated temple alone, the first thing he did was to drag a jar of wine out of the stage where there was originally a statue.

Then I looked at the soil for a long time.

It took me a long time to pick up a wine bowl and pour myself a bowl of wine.

I had just practiced swords back then, but because my uncle Xie Lu was either intentional or unintentional, he did not tell him that he had to climb to the top of Jianshan before it was dark, which made him stay on the mountain road for a long time.

Therefore, he lost the qualification to become a disciple of Jianshan.

At that time, the ancestor Xu Ji gave Li Fuyao a big red lantern. After that, Li Fuyao went down the mountain and stayed at the foot of Jianshan for several years. In the past few years, he dealt with three uncles.

Liu Yibai, who is dominant with his sword energy, and Xie Lu, who is unparalleled in swordsmanship.

And the uncle Xi Chunan, who was very gentle at any time.

Chen Sheng is his nominal master, but the one who really teaches him the sword skills is actually these three uncles.

Therefore, Li Fuyao respects these three uncles.

This is the first time he has returned to Jianshan after leaving Jianshan.

Revisiting the old place again is nothing more than this.

Mostly sentimental.

Especially when old friends are no longer there.

Li Fuyao thought about the uncle Xie Lu fighting with him every day, thinking about the uncle Xi training his sword intent with him every day, thinking about the uncle Liu Yibai drinking with him every day, thinking about the uncle Liu Yibai that he had nothing to do.

This may be the happiest time in his sword practice career.

I have no other idea, just practice swordsmanship.

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine, then put down the wine bowl and picked up the mud.

His head was buried in the soil.

A few sobs came.
Chapter completed!