The middle-aged man looked at the two disciples who had lost their vitality, with a solemn look in his eyes. He also looked around, and saw that the bodies of the Snow Ice Wolf were all around him.
Taking a step forward, the middle-aged man did not mention the two dead disciples. He made a sword salute to Ye Shaohan, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, this woman is the wife of my sect master. This is about
My sect’s internal affairs.”
"So what!" Ye Shaohan raised his head, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and said with a faint smile.
"This matter is related to the secrets of our Divine Thunder Sect, please don't interfere!" The middle-aged man has never been able to see through Ye Shaohan's cultivation, even though he has never felt a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations in Ye Shaohan's body.
However, the corpses of the Snow Wolf lying on the ground were enough to explain everything. The young man in front of him must not be underestimated.
The Divine Thunder Sect is quite famous within a radius of hundreds of miles, but it is only limited to this area. Ye Shaohan shrugged nonchalantly and said lightly: "So what?"
However, today's matter cannot be solved peacefully. The middle-aged man made a move with his right hand. Several disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect around him snorted coldly. Dozens of swords covered in sword energy shot at Ye Shaohan like rain falling from the sky.
Come.
The sword energy gathered into a sword and fell directly towards Ye Shaohan, with an extremely powerful sound.
After several days of escaping, Lin Zhiyun and others had almost exhausted their spiritual energy. How could they withstand this terrifying pressure?
She staggered back a few steps and looked at this scene with a pale face. However, Lin Zhiyun exclaimed guiltily: "Young Master has nothing to do with this matter. Please don't interfere in this matter!"
Although she was extremely reluctant to be captured by the middle-aged man, Lin Zhiyun did not want to bring trouble to Ye Shaohan because of this incident.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, never catching a glimpse of the sword that shot out, and secretly said: "She is still so kind as before!"
"Nothing's wrong!" Ye Shaohan said calmly. He raised his head and looked at the sword that was shooting towards him. He raised his left hand slightly and a gust of breeze swept out.
It was the weak breeze that blocked the incoming swords, and bang bang, these swords bounced back one after another.
The bounced sword was once again held in the hands of those people. Holding the sword, dozens of people wrapped up Ye Shaohan, and their auras also pressed towards Ye Shaohan.
These momentum seemed so insignificant to Ye Shaohan, but to Lin Zhiyun, it was irresistible.
Her figure couldn't help but tremble, and Lin Zhiyun's face became paler.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan took a step forward and stood in front of Lin Zhiyun. Regardless of his shocking aura, under this thin figure, the shocking aura could no longer affect Lin Zhiyun and the others.
Looking at the thin figure in front of her, Lin Zhiyun showed a hint of gratitude and a strange look in her eyes, and she couldn't help but picture Ye Shaohan waving his hands to kill the Snow Ice Wolf.
"Perhaps, he can deal with these people!" Lin Zhiyun said to herself in her heart.
"Are we going to die or are we going to live?" While Lin Zhiyun was deep in thought, Ye Shaohan suddenly said.
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but be startled. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan nodded lightly and murmured to himself: "That's what you're going to die for!"
"That's going to kill you!" A dull voice resounded, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees in vain.
This sentence seems to come from hell and makes people shudder.
The hazy sky became even more gloomy because of Ye Shaohan's words. He raised his head, Ye Shaohan glanced at those people lightly, and took a step forward.
Scanned by Ye Shaohan's indifferent gaze, these people all shuddered. In front of their eyes, this young man was like a volcano about to erupt.
However, thinking of their responsibilities, everyone had to bite the bullet and go forward. The swords were flying again, vaguely matching the trajectory of a sword formation.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan smiled lightly and said: "Sword array?"
Holding the sword and drawing it out, Ye Shaohan's figure was blowing by like a breeze, and the sound of the collision of swords was extremely loud.
The passing geese left a sound, the passing sword left traces, its body shape swept by like a breeze, dozens of scarlet blood pillars rose into the sky, looking up, it looked so shocking.
More than a dozen headless corpses fell to the snow so weakly, and the blood spurted out stained the white snow all over the ground.
All this happened so suddenly. The dozen or so men who were so powerful before died so easily?
Sheathing his sword, Ye Shaohan's figure fell in front of Lin Zhiyun again, with not a drop of blood on the snowy white clothes on his body.
Raising her head and looking at the thin figure in front of her, Lin Zhiyun could not help but have a trace of trance in her eyes. It seemed that someone had saved her like this a long time ago.
He easily killed dozens of disciples who were not weak in strength. Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression finally changed, and he hurriedly rushed back. The strength of the young man in front of him must be terrifying.
However, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in front of the middle-aged man like a ghost. He wiped his lips and said lightly: "Did you escape?"
At this moment, the smile that fell into the middle-aged man's eyes was undoubtedly a devil's smile. With a scream, a sword energy passed through the middle-aged man's neck, and the figure fell down weakly.
Looking at Lin Zhiyun and the others who had fallen into a daze, Ye Shaohan smiled lightly and said: "Okay, the flies have been removed. Can you tell me about this so-called Divine Thunder Sect?"
The previous disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect were only Spirit Master Realm warriors, but this middle-aged man was a Spirit Emperor Realm warrior. However, a Spirit Emperor Realm warrior died easily under Ye Shaohan's sword.
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun and the others looked at the corpse on the ground complicatedly, sighed slightly, and then Lin Zhiyun informed Ye Shaohan of the origin of the Divine Thunder Sect.
After listening to Lin Zhiyun's narration, Ye Shaohan chuckled: "This is actually interesting. The Lei Dong Sect is destroyed, and the Divine Thunder Sect will appear soon!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun glanced at Ye Shaohan in astonishment, but remembering the terrifying strength of the leader of the Divine Thunder Sect, she sighed slightly: "Thank you for your help, sir, but the Divine Thunder Sect is one of the strongest sects within hundreds of miles.
, and he has many disciples, so it’s best for you, Master, to leave as soon as possible!" After saying this, Lin Zhiyun bowed to Ye Shaohan: "Zhiyun will never forget this kindness!"
Turning around, Ye Shaohan turned his back to Lin Zhiyun, looked at the sky filled with snowflakes, and murmured softly: "Same encounter, same fate!"
On the other hand, Aunt Liu and the two of them tugged at the corners of Lin Zhiyun's clothes. This obviously meant that Lin Zhiyun would ask for help. In response, Lin Zhiyun shook her head slightly. How could she bear to put her benefactor in danger.
Lin Zhiyun sighed slightly, ignored Aunt Liu and the others, raised her head, and looked at the sky with floating snowflakes, silent for a long time.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan suddenly said: "Xuanbing bloodline!"
It was just a plain sentence, but it made Lin Zhiyun shake. She raised her head. Lin Zhiyun and the other three looked at Ye Shaohan with complicated expressions.
"I thought you were kind-hearted to save the three of me, but I didn't expect that you have the same attention as that old immortal from the Thunder Sect!" Aunt Liu said coldly, protecting Lin Zhiyun behind her.
Another young woman also stood up, drew her sword, and looked at Ye Shaohan cautiously. As soon as Ye Shaohan moved slightly, she would draw her sword.
Her face darkened, Lin Zhiyun sighed slightly, Xuanbing bloodline.
Seeing the three people's actions, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, but that beautiful image always appeared in his mind.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan murmured to himself: "You look like her, but you are not her, because she is Li Zishan!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun trembled, raised her head, and looked at the figure in front of her in astonishment. Someone had said this to her a long time ago.
"A long time ago, someone said something like this to me!" Lin Zhiyun murmured softly with a trace of reminiscence in her eyes.
Ye Shaohan naturally knew who that person was, so he nodded slightly and remained silent for a long time.
"My name is Lin Zhiyun, may I ask you, Master?" Lin Zhiyun said softly with a slight arch.
"Suifeng!" Ye Shaohan turned around and looked at Lin Zhiyun, especially the look in the corner of Lin Zhiyun's eyes, which looked very much like Li Zishan, with an inexplicable sadness and unwillingness to fate.
"Sometimes, fate is cruel. If you are unwilling to accept fate, then use the sword in your hand to resist fate!" Looking directly into Lin Zhiyun's eyes, Ye Shaohan said calmly.
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun's expression changed, and there was a trace of bitterness at the corner of her mouth. Can she use the sword in her hand?
Ever since she was a child, she had suffered from this inexplicable pain. Until she knew that she had Xuanbing bloodline, Lin Zhiyun practiced even harder, just to get rid of her fate.
"It was precisely because of my unwillingness that I resisted fate, but in the end, it was still the same!" Lin Zhiyun said helplessly.
"Because she is unwilling to give in, she is persistent!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, looking up at the sky. Her sword was not as good as her own sword because of her persistence.
Several people fell into silence for a while, and the only sound left was the roar of the cold wind.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his head and chuckled: "I want to accept you as my disciple!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun and the other three were startled and looked at Ye Shaohan in astonishment. However, Aunt Liu reacted first and gently pulled the corner of Lin Zhiyun's clothes.
The methods Ye Shaohan showed before were enough to illustrate his strength. Therefore, if Lin Zhiyun accepted him as her disciple, it would be enough to get rid of the pursuers behind her.
In martial arts, those who are masters are teachers, and Aunt Liu doesn't mind that Lin Zhiyun takes Ye Shaohan as her teacher.
Raising her head, Lin Zhiyun looked at Ye Shaohan and said softly: "Mr. Suifeng, can I ask why?"
Turning around, Ye Shaohan slowly took out his right hand from his sleeve, held the falling snowflakes, and murmured softly: "Why?"
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan spoke up: "Once upon a time, there was a woman like you, but under the ruthless fate, she still withered like a flower, so you are very similar to her."
After a pause, Ye Shaohan continued: "Her sword is persistent because of unwillingness, your sword is also persistent because of unwillingness, and my sword is also persistent!"
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan turned around and chuckled: "Just because of these reasons!"
The three of them fell into silence again. After a long time, Lin Zhiyun raised her head, looked at Ye Shaohan, and smiled politely: "I am Lin Zhiyun!"
"Lin Zhiyun's persistence!" Ye Shaohan also smiled, took off the wine bottle from his waist, took a casual sip, walked forward, and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
"Master!" When Ye Shaohan's figure became hazy, Lin Zhiyun stood up and bowed to Ye Shaohan's figure.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan froze, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.