The next day, Lei Wujie opened his eyes in the thatched cottage. He touched the Tingyu Sword beside the bed, raised his sword and walked out the door. Li Hanyi was sitting outside the house with his back facing him, with the iron horse ice river inserted beside him. Li Hanyi heard the footsteps behind him, but did not look back, but said lightly: "Starting today, I will officially pass on your sword skills."

"What kind of sword technique?" Lei Wujie said happily.

"Sword drawing technique." Li Hanyi said softly.

Lei Wujie felt a little dizzy: "Master, why did you draw the sword again? Didn't I draw the sword?"

Li Hanyi stood up and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword: "Don't underestimate the sword drawing technique. A master's move, drawing a sword is life and death. Drawing a sword in that moment is crucial. Today I want to teach you the sword technique you have."

"What sword technique?" Lei Wujie asked hurriedly.

"Hidden Sword Wind Thunder." Li Hanyi turned around, still holding the hilt tightly with his hands, but there was a dark thunder alarm at the hilt of the sword. Although Lei Wujie was several steps away from him, he could still feel that the sword seemed to be about to be out of stock.

The wind around also became cold in an instant.

At this moment, Li Hanyi suddenly drew out his sword and pointed at Lei Wujie from afar. Lei Wujie only felt that there seemed to be nearly ten swords pointing at him around him, with a sharp edge on his back and cold sweat flowing!

Li Hanyi put away his sword, and Lei Wujie knelt on one knee, his head covered in sweat.

"Draw the sword in all directions." Li Hanyi said the second half of the sword technique.

Lei Wujie took a deep breath: "Disciple has written it down."

Li Hanyi nodded, turned around and was about to leave. Lei Wujie hesitated for a moment, but still called him: "Master!"

Li Hanyi stopped: "What?"

"Then how is Song Yanhui?" Lei Wujie asked.

"I lost, I should be taken to the foot of the mountain to heal me now." Li Hanyi replied.

"Yeah." Lei Wujie responded and asked again, "Master, when will you go back to Leimen with me? Master, he... wants to see you."

"When you can test the sword with me." After Li Hanyi finished speaking, he jumped and disappeared into the forest.

Lei Wujie scratched his head helplessly. He tried the sword with the Sword Immortal, but it was not a decade or eight years old. How could he do it?

And at the foot of the mountain, there was also a man who opened his eyes.

"A sword cuts water, and thousands of rivers flows away." Song Yan replied.

Sitting next to him was Fairy Luoxia, who once broke the river with one palm.

Few people in the world know that the two of them have a relationship, not only because of the friendship between saving millions of victims together, but also because of the wonderful feelings that arise from spending time together day and night. However, the man who was destined to be born for a sword in this life still left in the end.

"How could you be in Xueyue City?" Song Yan sat up and said awkwardly.

Yin Luoxia sneered: "I was deceived by that bastard Sikong Changfeng and bet with him three games in a row, but this guy made a thousand, and I lost three games in a row. Also, why are you pretending to be confused? I don't believe you don't know that I'm in Xueyue City."

Song Yan smiled back: "What's the difference between being or not?"

Yin Luoxia ignored him and just ridiculed him in words: "Then what's the difference between winning or not? You challenged Li Hanyi four times in a row, but lost more and more miserably. This time, even your life was almost gone. What kind of sword are you practicing? If it were you, I would sell the sword, go to the countryside, and find a woman to marry."

Thirteen years ago, by the Canglan River, there was a girl fairy who also said this: "Stop practicing swords, let's sell the swords and go to the countryside to build a house."

But the man in front of him was just as confused as he was thirteen years ago. He just shook his head and said, "I have accepted an apprentice in the past few years. Looking at the world of qualifications, there is no other one. If it were him, he would definitely be able to take on the heavy responsibility of reviving Wushuang City. Although my sword lost to Li Hanyi, my apprentice would definitely not."

Yin Luoxia sighed: "Reviving Wushuang City is really so important?"

Song Yan bowed her head and said nothing.

"Better than the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, is it really so important?"

Song Yan walked back silently to the door.

"What about me? I don't matter?"

Song Yan pushed open the door and walked quickly into the yard to avoid this terrible topic. Yin Luoxia leaned against the door and looked at his departure back with a sad look on her face. Song Yanhui walked indifferently and quickly, as if she was unwilling to look up.

It should have been a quiet and sentimental picture.

But suddenly it was torn apart by a roar.

"Go, you are a disheartened man!"

Song Yan hurriedly turned his head and kicked him. He was about to avoid him, but his shoulder hurt. The injury he suffered when he competed with the sword fairy yesterday was so severe that he could not use his true energy at this moment. So he was kicked away by one.

"You!" Song Yan climbed up from the ground and looked at the person in front of him. He was wearing a white robe that was almost exactly the same as Yin Luoxia, and there was a big gambling word written on his back. It was clearly Yin Luoxia's direct disciple, Luo Mingxuan.

"What are you?" Luo Mingxuan widened his eyes, "I'll beat you to death, the unfaithful man!" Luo Mingxuan came to pay his respects to Yin Luoxia as usual, and discussed the results of studying the Six Blogs of the Immortals yesterday, but he saw the scene in front of him. It was clearly that his master, Fairy Luo Xia, wanted to keep this man sadly and resentful, but this man was determined to marry his sword as his wife in this life, and couldn't help but want to seek justice for his master. Although Luo Mingxuan always bullies the weak and fears the strong, if he knew that the person in front of him was the lord of the unparalleled city in the world, he would probably turn around and run away immediately...

"Dare you still glaring at me? Do you know whose territory this is?" Luo Mingxuan said angrily, and he pushed out his palm, which was clearly Yin Luoxia's broken palm, and he did not hold back.

Song Yanhui's clothes were smashed to pieces, and his whole body was almost shattered. If Luo Mingxuan was not qualified to let him use a sword, he was in a mess at this time. Because Song Yanhui knew that he could not beat him, he would run away.

Luo Mingxuan pursued him relentlessly, and Song Yanhui deserves the name "Yanhui", and his light skills are also excellent. He dodged left and right, and the two of them played hide-and-seek in the courtyard.

"Master, when I catch this unfaithful man, I will castrate him for you!" Luo Mingxuan said loudly.

Yin Luoxia covered her mouth and chuckled: "Okay!"

Even though Song Yanhui, who was used to being the lord of the city, was already angry at this time: "Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

"Yeah, are you still pretending here?" Luo Mingxuan rushed to Song Yanhui, raised his leg and kicked Song Yanhui hard again.

Song Yan turned around and landed on the wall. He hesitated for a moment, looked at Yin Luoxia who was still standing by the door, turned around and jumped down from the wall.

"Master, I drove him away." Luo Mingxuan turned his head and looked at his master with a smile. But the fairy Luoxia, who was originally smiling, still had a smile on her face, but tears kept pouring down like a dam breaking out.
Chapter completed!