When all the rust on the Qingsi Sword fell off, it showed its original appearance. Li Fuyao smiled and held the Qingsi in his hand. Thinking of returning, he asked Uncle Liu to make a scabbard for him. This time, he didn't use sword wood to make it, but used green bamboo, which complemented the name Qingsi.

But as he picked up the sword, the sword forest suddenly sounded a sword sound. In the distance, a long sword filled with cold light shot towards Li Fuyao's face.

Before the sword arrived, a lot of wind swept across.

Li Fuyao swung his sword and his energy was everywhere.

Even though he didn't plan to draw a sword before, now he really wanted to draw a sword. This feeling was like when he was in front of that big river that day, and he felt angry in his heart and had to release it.

He knocked the sword to the ground, but soon the swords here seemed to become a little strange.

The sword bodies of many swords were trembling slightly, as if they were thinking about pulling out their sword bodies from the soil, and the cold air became extremely unstable towards Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao walked towards the origin of the sword forest and was unwilling to stay here again, but after only a few steps, there were countless handles in front of him blocking the way.

We must block Li Fuyao's way out.

Li Fuyao pressed the wooden sword at his waist, held the black hair on his hand tightly, and asked, "Why do you have with me?"

No one responded, but the sound of swords sounded in an instant.

The clear and phoenix is ​​like the robe in the nine heavens.

It never disperses at the bottom of the cliff.

...

...

In the bamboo house in front of the sword forest, I didn't know where to find a pair of Go. The man in gray robe and the woman in white who were playing chess suddenly looked up at each other in a sympathetic manner.

The man in gray robe said calmly: "I really didn't expect that he could pick up the sword."

The woman in white dropped a white piece and covered her mouth and smiled, "But I think it's just right. Bai Zhihan's sword was for Li Fuyao, and the boy asked the young man to walk the unfinished road for him, just right."

The man in gray robe ruthlessly said: "Bai Zhihan was only one step away from entering the sea. If that big battle had not happened, he would have been another sword immortal among the mountains and rivers in another hundred years. He was extremely talented and seemed to be only Liuxiang could be compared with him. This young man was only in the second level and his qualifications were only in the middle and superior. How could he be compared with Bai Zhihan?"

The woman in white said angrily: "Why did that black hair have to choose this young man? Do you have to know that although that black hair has not yet been able to turn into a human form like you, her spirit is much higher than you. If you are not right and wrong, the sword immortals are not even attracted to the eyes of the magic. He doesn't even look down on several sword immortals back then. After being cast by the sword-casting master, he has been in the sword-washing pool in Jianshan for thousands of years. I don't know that many sword immortals have tried it, but he ignored it. He chose Bai Zhihan. The facts prove that Bai Zhihan has entered the tower for more than a hundred years and has become a rare top swordsman in the world. If it is not unexpected, it is a foregone conclusion that he has made it to enter the sea. He has not chosen the wrong choice at all. He has chosen Li Fuyao now. Who knows whether that young man will be the second Bai Zhihan in the future?"

The man in gray robe dropped a black piece, then quietly moved a white piece on the chessboard, and said: "No matter what, I don't think that Li Fuyao can reach the height of Bai Zhihan back then. Even if he can, it will take hundreds of years. As for whether he can become a sword immortal, if he can, he is afraid I can."

The woman in white turned her head and stuck out her tongue.

The man in gray robe pondered and put down another black spot, then he calmly said: "I don't know why, the sword is called Qingsi, and he doesn't feel grand at all."

The woman in white nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes, your name sounds nice, 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,00

The man in gray robe had a slightly red face. He disliked this name the most. No matter what Liuxiang did, he could convince him, but he did not agree with the name at all.

The woman in white pretended not to see the man in gray robe on the chessboard, but turned her head to look at another place, and said helplessly: "Sword Immortal, Sword Immortal, Liu Xiang was just a down-and-out man before practicing swords. Who knew that he would become the best sword Immortal in the world in the future? But it was still possible. In fact, no matter what, you should know that talent does not represent his future achievements. Besides, this young man's name is so pleasing. Fu Yao Fu Yao really wants to go straight to the top."

The man in gray robe continued to sabotage the situation, "But his qualifications are too poor. At this age, Bai Zhihan is already too clear. When he walks around the mountains and rivers, no one dares to compete with him. This kid doesn't even have a sword energy realm."

The woman in white recovered and became interested, "Do you want to make a bet?"

The man in gray robe frowned, "Betting that Li Fuyao can become a sword immortal?"

The woman in white nodded, "No matter what, I am very optimistic about this young man."

The man in gray robe did not comment, but just shook his head, "Let's talk about it when he comes out of that sword forest."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up.

Outside the bamboo house, Li Fuyao, dressed in rags, stood in front of the sword forest. On him, except for his ragged clothes, there was only a sword on one side of his waist.

The man in gray robe pondered for a long time, nodded with a smile, and then left his last son, "I won."

The woman in white had no intention of going to see the chessboard, but just stood up and smiled, "I'm going to see him."

The man in the gray robe did not stop him, but just stood up.

When he arrived at the big bluestone outside the bamboo house, the woman in white stood on the big bluestone and looked at the ragged Li Fuyao, and smiled and said, "Is it so good in the sword forest?"

Li Fuyao raised his head and smiled, "It's okay."

The woman in white smiled, "What a nice little guy."

The man in gray robe walked out of the bamboo house and said calmly: "Swordsmanship, except for this black hair, the rest was moved by me by myself. Only it, once it was thrown off the cliff, fell here and did not get along with any other swords. He was very arrogant. You must know that the owner of this black hair sword is Bai Zhihan, and he is the master of the swordsmanship who is talented than anyone else. After you go up the mountain, you can ask more about Bai Zhihan, which can be regarded as giving an explanation to the sword."

Li Fuyao said calmly: "I will definitely live up to this sword."

The man in the gray robe no longer said anything, but just told Li Fuyao that he would go back along the way he came, and there would be no abnormality after passing the stream.

Li Fuyao bowed his hand and said goodbye. After walking a few steps, his steps became more and more firm.

Looking at his back, the woman in white suddenly laughed and said, "I actually really want to go and see him, just like you did with Liuxiang back then, but I was a little bit unlucky and followed you."
Chapter completed!