"I should call him father" Yue Wuxie said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Hearing this, Ye Chen looked stunned and didn't say anything.
Seeing Ye Chen's face, Yue Wuxie smiled faintly and said, "You're not surprised at all!" At the same time, Ye Chen casually held the snow huā in his palms, looked at the snow huā several times thoughtfully, and gently
He smiled and said, "There are some things that you won't be surprised if you know them, right?"
With a casual smile, Yue Wuxie continued: "I remember when I was sensible, I followed my mother to have a nose. At that time, the children next to me had fathers, which made me envious. However, whenever I asked my mother about
When he was around, my mother would always wash her face with tears. At that time, I hated this man. Later, when my mother passed away, she told me this fact!"
"A man who abandons his wife for the sect! Haha!" Yue Wuxie's smile was a little bleak.
Ye Chen doesn't know how to comfort people. In Ye Chen's opinion, the last comfort is to stand quietly and listen.
"Back then, after my mother passed away, I swore that I would make this man regret it!" Clenching his hands, Yue Wuxie said in a deep voice: "And the way to make this man regret it is to become better than Yue who he personally cultivated.
The marks are even better!"
"It is precisely because of this that I am very grateful to the peak master. Shi Hua's guidance has helped me avoid many detours on the road to martial arts. Unfortunately, he is no longer here!" Looking up, Yue Wuxie looked in front of him with firm eyes.
The young man, who was several years younger than himself, said firmly: "So, Suifeng, I have a request, I hope you can agree to it"... Yue Wuxie's eyes were extremely firm, which undoubtedly showed his determination.
Hearing this, Ye Chenruo looked at Yue Wuxie thoughtfully, but still didn't say anything, just nodded.
"I hope you can be my master!" Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuxie's figure fell downwards, his knees slightly bent.
Just when Yue Wuxie's knees were about to touch the rock, a gentle force appeared to hold them up.
Raising her head, Yue Wuxie still looked at Ye Chen firmly.
The snowflakes fell from Ye Chen's fingertips. Ye Chen didn't say anything. With a flick of his right hand, Yue Wuxie's figure stood upright again.
Turning around, Ye Chen pointed to the long sword path below and said lightly: "Do you know much about the sword path?" "Kendo!" Taking a step forward, Yue Wuxie's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the sword path below that seemed to have become a blood path.
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"Countless pioneers of the Sword God Sect are buried there!" Ye Chen said calmly with his hands behind his back: "Take a good trip to the swordsmanship, and you will find that the swordsmanship is the best humble master!"
There was a hint of contemplation in his eyes, and after a few moments, Yue Wuxie bowed to Ye Chen.
Turning around, Yue Wuxie didn't say anything more, and stepped forward directly, turning into a stream of light and falling down.
Looking at the disappearing figure, Ye Chen still didn't say anything, and his martial robes rustled in the cold wind.
After pondering for a few moments, Ye Chen sat directly on the rock and let the snowflakes dye his long hair white, ignoring it.
With his eyes closed tightly, the Xuan Bing Jue began to circulate in Ye Chen's body. The aura of heaven and earth rushed toward Ye Chen crazily, and Ye Chen's mind was completely lost in cultivation.
This battle was undoubtedly a test for Ye Chen, especially the battle with a warrior in the hun martial realm.
Some insights flowed in Ye Chen's heart, and Ye Chen was completely immersed in this practice.
Although many Hun Wu realm warriors died in the hands of Ye Chen this time, Ye Chen knew that it was only because of the help of Huo Qilin. If he really faced a Hun Wu realm warrior, the fate waiting for him would be death.
Feeling the terrifying energy in his dantian, Ye Chen activated the Vermilion Bird Art again. If he completely refined this energy, he would still be able to fight against the hunwu even though he had not broken through the hunwu.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth completely revolved around Ye Chen, and the surrounding snowflakes were also involved.
For a moment, a terrifying tornado appeared in the sky above Luoxia Peak.
The Luoxia Peak disciples who were working on the swordsmanship all raised their heads in surprise and glanced at the top of the peak with a hint of awe.
In the Qilin Ring, Huo Qilin sighed for a while, this guy has such a good attitude. Even after experiencing this incident, Ye Chen was still able to calm down and practice so calmly.
Although Luoxia Peak lost Huang Wushuang, most of Luoxia Peak's disciples are still there.
With the assistance of several Luoxia Peak elders, the corpses on the long sword path were cleared away, and several brand-new stone tablets were re-erected on the sword path.
A few days later, many more stone tablets appeared on the sword path. Looking at these brand-new stone tablets, everyone was filled with emotion.
There are too many people buried under this stone monument, including their partners and brothers who were close friends in the past. The cold wind blew through the falling snow, and Luoxia Peak lost its former vitality.
The sad atmosphere infected the surrounding air, not only at Luoxia Peak, but also at several other peaks.
Time passed bit by bit in Ye Chen's hard training. For half a month, Ye Chen meditated silently, without saying a word.
In martial arts, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Ye Chen didn't know how many people were doing the same thing as him at this time. He only knew that once he started practicing, he was destined not to stop.
Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, a sword cry that resounded throughout the world came from Ye Chen, and then a sound like cracking silk came out. The sword shadow shot out from Ye Chen's back. In front of the sword shadow,
The whole world was devastated by it.
The sword shadow became more and more condensed, and a smell of sword intent filled the air.
Ye Chenruo looked at the sword shadow thoughtfully, with a little confusion in his eyes. Huang Lingtian's sword was like a replayed movie, scene after scene played out in front of Ye Chen's eyes.
Huo Qilin did not interrupt Ye Chen's practice, but secretly sighed that this boy's talent was beyond human imagination.
"No matter how much I imitate, I can't imitate his feeling, so why bother to imitate it?" Ye Chen murmured softly, and gave up the sword skill he had been studying for several days without any hesitation.
There are thousands of sword skills in the world, and their power is also different. However, not every powerful sword skill is suitable for you.
Knowing how to make choices is also a skill, Ye Chen smiled lightly.
Ye Chen's face was calm. He moved his right hand slightly forward and shouted: "Go!"
All of this was completed in an instant, and a powerful suction force like a river or sea was generated around Ye Chen.
The sword shadow behind him suddenly turned into tens of thousands of sword shadows. The sound of swords continued, and the sword shadows blasted around like a violent storm. The dense sword shadows made the entire void seem to have become a sea of sword shadows.
The sword shadow was like a wave, pushing out one after another and hitting the surrounding space.
Boom! Cracks appeared in the surrounding space in vain. Even the cracks in the space could not stop the sword shadow. It surged forward like a wave. At this moment, black holes caused by the broken space were formed on the top of the sunset, with an extremely powerful momentum.
Spreading throughout Luoxia Peak, its disciples looked at the several black holes above their heads, their faces full of horror, and the strong attraction kept pulling their bodies towards the black holes.
The sharp-eyed person couldn't help but exclaim, because he saw a figure, a figure slowly walking out from around the black hole, both of them respectfully bowed to Ye Chen: "Peak Master!"
Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes dancing in the wind. He had the unparalleled demeanor of a peerless master. He looked indifferently at the disciples at the peak, nodded slightly, and then looked at the broken space and the constantly flying
The space cracked and said calmly: "Condensation!"
Holding the sword, Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword behind his back, stepped out across the body, and struck down the city with one sword!
A beautiful sword light emerged. This beautiful sword light seemed to have passed through the cracks in the space. The broken space seemed to be squeezed by a huge force and gradually merged together.
At this moment, Ye Chen's figure became much taller in the eyes of the Luoxia Peak disciples. In their eyes, Ye Chen's tone just now was cold and cruel, without any emotion, like gods, looking down on all living beings.
Everyone has a voice in their hearts, Luoxia Peak is about to usher in a new era, that era belongs to the young man in front of us, the era of Sui Feng!!.