"Do you want to join a team of adventurers exploring the Lost Desert?"
Zhu Youji took a look at Xiao Yu'er who was chatting calmly, and then turned his attention to the man behind him.
"This is my Uncle Yan, and he was also a very famous swordsman in the entire Dafeng - Divine Sword Yan Nantian." Seeing Zhu Youji's gaze, Xiao Yu'er explained quickly.
"Uncle Yan's strength is amazing. If you join the team, it will definitely be helpful to you, Brother Liu."
Yan Nantian...Zhu You thought for a while and guessed Xiao Yu'er's intention.
"Are you Yan Nantian?" Zhu Youji said.
Yan Nantian held his sword and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "That's right, I am Yan Nantian."
"I heard that your Divine Sword Wushuang and your self-created Divine Sword Technique are astonishingly powerful. I wonder if this is the case?" Zhu Youji asked casually.
Yan Nantian nodded and said, "I have indeed created a sword technique of my own, which I call the Divine Sword Technique."
"good."
As soon as Zhu Youji finished speaking, a sharp sword intent suddenly emerged and pointed directly at Yan Nantian's throat.
As powerful as a meteor, swift and domineering!
Like an arrow leaving the string, it arrives in an instant.
Yan Nantian suddenly exploded with cold light, and a strong sense of danger surged into his heart. He drew out his sword without hesitation, protected Xiao Yu'er behind him, activated his sword intent, and struck back fiercely.
"Crack!"
A crisp clicking sound echoed in Yan Nantian's ears.
His face turned pale instantly.
I saw that the sword intent, like a long knife piercing the skin, penetrated Yan Nantian's artistic conception without any obstruction, and came to his throat.
For a swordsman, if the sword's will is broken during a head-on battle, it means death.
Masters compete with each other, everything changes in an instant, and life and death are only on a thin line.
Just when Yan Nantian thought he was dead, the sword intent inexplicably disappeared from his throat.
Like a wisp of smoke, it dissipates into nothingness.
Yan Nantian's pupils shrank and he was about to react.
Xiao Yu'er beside him suddenly said: "Uncle Yan, what's wrong with you?"
"Why did you suddenly draw your sword?"
Hearing this, Yan Nantian looked at the trembling sword in his hand as if he was waking up from a dream.
"Xiao Yu'er, did you feel any difference just now?"
Yan Nantian did not explain anything, but asked a somewhat strange question.
"No?"
Xiao Yu'er shook his head and said in a daze: "I didn't feel anything..."
"Really?" Hearing this, Yan Nantian understood. He understood it completely. He inserted the sword in his hand into the scabbard, cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Liu has superb swordsmanship. I admire him. Whether you want to kill or behead him, please do as you please."
"What happened?"
Xiao Yu'er, who was obviously standing nearby, was completely confused when he heard Yan Nantian's words.
He couldn't understand at all why Uncle Yan, who had been fine just now, suddenly said that Zhu Youji had superb swordsmanship and asked him to do whatever he wanted.
Xiao Yu'er cast doubtful eyes on Zhu Youji who was sitting on the chair.
"Master Yan, welcome to join the adventurer team." Zhu Youji said softly with a smile on his face.
"Thank you." Yan Nantian said, cupping his fists.
After Yan Nantian and Xiao Yu'er left Zhu Youji's room, Xiao Yu'er couldn't wait and asked, "Uncle Yan, what's going on?"
"This Liu Yun is not only a master of Confucianism and Taoism, but also a master of swordsmanship, and his strength is even better than mine."
"Just now, he displayed a ray of sword intent to test my strength, and you saw the result."
Yan Nantian looked extremely serious and clenched the sword in his hand.
"What?"
"Uncle Yan, did you lose?"
"Lost in the swordsmanship competition?"
"How can this be?"
Xiao Yu'er found it hard to accept. He couldn't understand that Uncle Yan, a world-famous swordsman, would actually lose to an unknown Confucian and Taoist master?
Or in the kendo competition?
"He is very strong. His sword intention contains a certain special artistic conception. It is sharp, domineering, powerful, and aloof. It is like an emperor who controls thousands of troops and horses, with an unstoppable and unstoppable momentum. , crushing everything.”
"This person is unfathomable and is definitely a master of the extraordinary realm."
Yan Nantian gave an evaluation.
…
At the same time, Zhu Youji took out the copper ball, the tears of the goddess and the magic sword, and summoned Pixiu, Xiaoli and Nightshade.
"In seven days, we will leave for the Lost Desert. In these days, I will arrange for you to enter Linjiang Pavilion openly and openly as my friends."
"Then, we added Xiao Yu'er and the others to form a team and explore the Lost Desert together with the people from the Dafeng Royal Family and Xingtian Pavilion."
Having said this, Zhu Youji looked at the cute little Pixiu and said, "Do you still remember where you were when you left Loulan Secret Realm?"
Hearing this question, the little Pixiu showed anthropomorphic doubts, rolled his big cute eyes, and then opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally shook his head.
Xiao Li added on the side: "She doesn't remember."
"Yeah?"
Zhu Youji did not go into details: "Forget it if you don't remember. It doesn't matter. The people from Xingtian Pavilion have the map. We will find this desert first and then find a way to take you back to Loulan Secret Realm."
"Okay." Xiao Li nodded. For her, returning to her own world as soon as possible and heading to Loulan Secret Realm as soon as possible is her long-cherished wish and the reason for her existence.
As a tear of compassion from the Nine Heavens Xuannv, the meaning of her existence has always been to resolve the conflict between the Chiyou tribe and the Yanhuang tribe and protect the safety of the Loulan secret realm.
At this moment, in other time and space, how can she complete the role assigned by Jiutian Xuannu?
"Lan Kui, just take this umbrella made of the magic sword and follow me at all times." Zhu Youji ordered.
Solanum nigrum nodded obediently and said, "Okay."
After saying this, Nightshade, who was wearing a blue fairy dress with wide sleeves, silently grabbed the umbrella made of the magic sword.
"We have some other companions who are still on the way. If we calculate, they should be able to catch up." Zhu Youji seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile.
"Other companions?"
Xiao Li showed a confused look.
Nightshade frowned slightly, then seemed to think of something, and then relaxed.
Little Pixiu looked completely uninterested, bared his teeth, took a bite of the chair leg made of rosewood, then frowned and vomited out quickly: "Bah, bah, bah..."
Then, the little Pixiu looked at the rosewood chair with a look of disdain, as if to say, in this world, can there be such unpalatable things?
Seeing the disgusted expression of little Pixiu, Zhu Youji showed a smile on his face. How interesting is it to have such a little guy who is like a living treasure?
Looking at the little Pixiu, Zhu Youji suddenly thought of his little guy - Biuan.
"Calculate the time, it should come up with Zhou Miaotong, right?"
"Long time no see, I still miss it."
"A 狴紴, a little Pixiu, two mythical beasts, it must be very interesting, right?"