The old man holding the sword also looked at Prince Ye, with a hint of caution on his cynical face.
There is a sword beside his thigh.
This sword has been stored for decades and has never been opened.
Since his unfortunate defeat to Ye Hong, he has sealed his sword, understood the world, and experienced the vicissitudes of life.
From the handsome swordsman with unrivaled splendor to the slovenly old man he is today, the old man has never drawn a sword once.
He has never used martial arts, sealed all his cultivation, and lived like an ordinary old man.
Until ten years ago, he was knocked unconscious and was rescued by the young Chu Zhongtian, and the two lived together from then on.
Chu Zhongtian's skills were all secretly taught by the old man Ba Jian. Chu Zhongtian didn't know and thought he was self-taught. He kept saying he disliked him, but he always took the old man Ba Jian with him wherever he went.
The lame horse also followed the old man with his sword, wandering around and surviving every time he encountered danger.
Until not long ago, the old man who drew his sword realized that his body could no longer accommodate him.
He broke through.
The realm that he had always dreamed of was loosened at that moment. The old man who drew his sword knew that his life was not long, and his only obsession was that he was defeated by Ye Hong.
So he came to Xianyang and came to the Huangsha Ancient Road.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, a strong wind came, raising yellow sand, charming eyes, and covering his sight.
The old man who drew his sword lowered his eyes and said, "You brat, let's go. Leave Xianyang and go explore the world."
Prince Ye just watched like this, not disturbing the old man who drew his sword, maybe because he didn't take Chu Zhongtian seriously.
Chu Zhongtian said anxiously: "If you tell me to leave, are you going to die?"
The old man drew his sword and laughed and cursed: "You have always said that I have burdened you, and now you can get rid of me."
"Fuck you, I saved your life. I have been taking care of you all these years. Every time you are in danger, I risk my life to save you. What nonsense are you talking about now?" Chu Zhongtian was furious and pointed
The old man holding the sword cursed.
"You are my grandfather and my relative. You are not the second in the world. I don't want you to be the second in the world. Let's go. You are the number one in the world. You wait for me for ten years. After ten years, I will help you."
You take it back." Chu Zhongtian said nervously, his face full of worry, he didn't want this old man to die.
This is his only relative. He has been dependent on each other since childhood and grew up with Chu Zhongtian. Chu Zhongtian cannot accept that he may die here today.
"Smelly boy." The old man with the sword cursed, his eyes were red, and said: "Stop being pretentious, this is my life, if you don't die here, why don't you die on the roadside where no one cares?"
Chu Zhongtian stared blankly, feeling heavy.
The old man who drew his sword looked around and said proudly: "Today all the masters from Xianyang are here, and there are many hidden masters. I have never made a move in half my life. I am afraid that many people have forgotten the terror of the old man who drew his sword. After today,
The name of the old man who drew his sword will surely resound throughout the world."
Chu Zhongtian gritted his teeth, knowing that there was nothing he could do to persuade him.
"Let's go, you have the triple prohibition I set on you, which can protect you three times. No matter who your opponent is, you will be safe and sound. Leave Xianyang, go to the world, and make your name as Chu Kuangren loud and clear. I will wait for you
The reincarnation wants to hear it." The sword-carrying old man chuckled, showing his yellowed teeth.
He was telling everyone present to protect Chu Zhongtian.
"You old fool, you're looking for death. I shouldn't have saved you back then." Chu Zhongtian cursed, tears fell down, he stretched out his hand to wipe them, turned around and left.
"Grandpa, today next year, I will burn paper for you." Chu Zhongtian cried and left without looking back.
The old man holding the sword fell into deep thought, looked at Chu Zhongtian's leaving figure, and smiled, a happy smile.
When Chu Zhongtian disappeared, the old man with the sword looked at Prince Ye, his eyes becoming cold.
A layer of sword intent appeared on his body and plunged directly into the sky.
boom!
This sword intent made everyone around look shocked and incredulous.
Other people's sword intentions are half a meter long or one meter long. The sword intention of the old man holding the sword is like a sky pillar thrust into the sky with no end in sight.
Is this the second best strength in the world?
"Ye Hong, the grudges from forty years ago should be resolved now." The old man with the sword said calmly.
Prince Ye Hong looked at it calmly and said: "Your body has deteriorated and you cannot block my punch. There is no point in fighting."
The body of the old man holding the sword is indeed old and exudes the smell of decay, the kind of smell that smells like an old man dying.
Ye Sheng was also quite surprised when he saw it, and asked: "Master, the second best person in the world shouldn't be a hundred years old, how can he be so old?"
People who practice martial arts can live to be one hundred and fifty years old if they reach the age of innateness, not to mention the old man who draws a sword and is far more powerful than his innate ability.
Taoist Master Qingxu observed carefully: "He gave up this body."
Ye Sheng and Daoming Zhou Meiren both looked at each other.
If a practitioner gives up his body, then what is he practicing?
Once the body is gone, even if the soul is powerful, it is still a lonely ghost and will be exhausted after wandering for half a year.
Taoist Master Qingxu shook his head: "I don't know either, his realm is higher than mine."
Whether he is the best in the world or the second in the world, he is still more powerful than Taoist Master Qingxu, and he can't see through it.
Not far away, the old man Hanshan also shook his head, and he couldn't see clearly either.
The old man holding the sword lowered his head and looked at his body and said: "Since I was defeated by you forty years ago, I have given up everything and wandered in this world, sealing all my cultivation. An ordinary middle-aged man has lived for forty years.
, is it possible to become an immortal if you are not old?”
Prince Ye frowned and looked at the old man holding the sword, clearly feeling that something was wrong with him.
Not only Prince Ye, but also everyone else felt incredible.
The most important thing for a practitioner is the body. Whether a warrior or a spiritual master, the body is the foundation of everything.
But the old man holding the sword took the initiative to let his body decline and did not save it at all. Why is this?
"Don't you understand?" The old man holding the sword looked at Prince Ye and smiled freely.
Prince Ye still frowned, he couldn't figure it out.
"Now I can feel the footsteps of death approaching every day. You can't experience this feeling. The kind of death reminds you every day that your time is running out. I may take you away in the next second and let you go."
I have a profound understanding. As an ordinary person, I have been fighting death for more than ten years, and finally I have an epiphany." The old man holding the sword said calmly.
Prince Ye's eyes narrowed and he asked, "Have you had an epiphany?"
The people around were confused. What was the epiphany?
Only Taoist Priest Qingxu, Old Man Hanshan, Bai Yutian and others were thoughtful.
"Ye Hong, I haven't drawn a sword in forty years. Forty years later, I will draw my sword for you. I hope I won't let you down." The old man carrying the sword said seriously.
"Come on, let me see, forty years from now, are you still worthy of my efforts?" Prince Ye said coldly.
Ye Sheng was shocked and finally started to fight.
The battle between the best in the world and the second in the world.