He knew clearly that if Ye Feng was enemies of the mysterious Japanese sword saint like this, there would be a great possibility that Ye Feng would fail.
And several times throughout China, he is the only one who is qualified to challenge the Japanese Sword Saint.
Moreover, he knew that the Japanese Sword Saint would definitely face the challenge.
As long as Ye Feng sees the action of the Japanese Sword Saint making a sword, Ye Feng's sensitivity will definitely be able to study the method of dealing with the Japanese Sword Saint.
As long as it can help Ye Feng a little,
He died without regrets.
"Grandpa, your health is really good. It's so good. Grandpa, you will definitely live for a hundred years in the future."
It was at this moment that Zhao Shuangyan trotted in, grabbed two ponytails, and looked at the energetic Old Master Zhao, full of joy.
"Silly kid."
Mr. Zhao showed a gentle smile, reached out and touched Zhao Shuangyan's head, and said reluctantly, "Grandpa is going to do something these days, how many days will you leave. You girl must take good care of yourself in the future and go to bed at night.
Don’t kick the quilt anymore, and eat less ice cream in summer. By the way, you have a very good figure, so don’t lose weight.”
"Grandpa, I understand." Zhao Shuangyan pouted and grimaced at Mr. Zhao.
Looking at Zhao Shuangyan's smile, Mr. Zhao became gentler. "By the way, you must be serious and careful when looking for a partner in the future. Don't care whether the other party has power or status. As long as he treats you well, I will let Ye Feng keep an eye on this for me.
In addition, if something happens in the future, you can go to your Uncle Zhao or Ye Feng, and they will help you solve it."
"Grandpa hopes you will live happily in this life."
"Grandpa, why are you talking so much today? You just go out for a few days, how can you make it the same as separation from life and death?" Zhao Shuangyan said in surprise.
"Hahahahaha, I'm not worried that you, a girl, don't have a memory, so I'm saying a few more words. You girl thinks your grandfather is annoyed," Mr. Zhao smiled with a smile on his lips.
"I don't like my grandfather the most. I will definitely listen to my grandfather's words," Zhao Shuangyan agreed.
"You girl is more considerate. Well, grandpa should leave too." Mr. Zhao looked at Zhao Shuangyan, wanting to mark this face forever in his heart.
"Goodbye, Grandpa, wait for Grandpa to come back, I will cook for Grandpa myself," Zhao Shuangyan said with a smile.
"Okay, okay"
Mr. Zhao turned around and walked forward resolutely.
Zhao Bing followed closely and glanced at Zhao Shuangyan with a slightly profound meaning.
The wind is whistling.
On Longhu Mountain, the wind is cold.
At extremely low temperatures, drops of snow began to fly.
"General, we are here." Zhao Bing said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I've already felt the breath of that old friend"
Mr. Zhao held the Longquan sword with his five fingers tightly and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Bing, you don't have to stay here anymore. Go to the mountain on the other end. If I have any surprises, you leave immediately and do what I told you to understand.
Is it?”
"General, I understand"
Zhao Bing saluted Mr. Zhao, gritted his teeth, and turned around and left.
Rumble
The wind and snow are getting heavier.
Mr. Zhao walked to the top of Longhu Mountain. Looking down, he could take all the scenery below the mountain in his eyes.
"General Zhao, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, so you can be well."
Seriously,
The voice of the Japanese Sword Saint resounded all over the world, snowflakes danced around, and the wind became more rapid, and there were even signs of avalanche.
In a blink of an eye, a figure floated over and appeared in front of Mr. Zhao.
The Japanese Sword Saint's eyes were extremely cold and fierce, staring at Mr. Zhao like the eyes of God.
Killing intentions are everywhere
As soon as the Japanese Sword Saint appeared, Mr. Zhao's whole body immediately became tense, and the hot sweat dripped from his forehead fell to the ground, frozen into ice.
"The Japanese Sword Saint Uehara Izumi, I'm very happy to drag you down." Mr. Zhao raised his chest and looked straight at the Japanese Sword Saint, and anger burned in his chest.
In the war that year,
He was defeated by the Japanese Sword Saint.
It was also from that day that the Chinese swordsmanship fell into the darkness.
Although no one blames him,
But Mr. Zhao couldn't pass this level.
The reason why I made an appointment with the Japanese Sword Saint today is naturally to give Ye Feng some help, but on the other hand, to give myself an explanation.
"General Zhao, I really didn't expect that in the battle that year, you were destroyed by me, and there was still the day when martial arts was restored. It seemed that I should have completely destroyed you back then and I would not give you any chance." The Japanese Sword Master Uehara
With both hands on Quan, a shocking aura was released from his body.
"Uehara Izumi, why bother to mention the matter back then? Today, let's make a break." Mr. Zhao pointed the Longquan sword at the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi, and his sword intent rushed straight into the sky.
"Hmph, General Zhao, you were no match for me back then, and now you are even less likely to be my opponent. Why do you come and die?"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara squinted his eyes slightly, "But even if you don't say it, I can guess that you want to give your proud disciple Ye Feng some information about me with your life. After all, I have been doing this for more than ten years.
I have never taken action, and no one in the world knows how powerful I have become.”
Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows, and the sword intent became even more intense.
"But, I'm still here and know why?"
"Because Ye Feng defeated your three disciples, he even nailed the head of your disciple Jiuqin to the top of Hengshan Mountain. You were very angry and you wanted to take revenge, so you came to this duel. Do you want to
Use my head to bring pain to Ye Feng,” Mr. Zhao said calmly.
Slap
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi applauded and said, "It's worthy of being General Zhao, who has made countless contributions. I guessed it right. I just want Ye Feng to watch you're dismembered by me, and see how angry and powerless he will be."
"That way you will only die faster." Mr. Zhao said lightly.
"Is it true that General Zhao is very optimistic about this younger generation. Since this is the case, you should advise the other party not to provoke me. After all, you know my strength and you should understand that the sword cultivator in China cannot be my opponent at all.
”
The Japanese sword saint Uehara sneered, and the fierce sword intent rolled in the air like a nine-foot Milky Way.
Mr. Zhao's face became more and more serious, but he was still calm. "If you are wrong, you will die in China and will die in Ye Feng's hands."
"Yeah"
The Japanese Sword Master Uehara snorted coldly and took a step forward.
The surging sword intent rushed towards Mr. Zhao like a falling meteor storm.
Mr. Zhao's face darkened, and his sword intent was like a dragon, heading straight towards these meteors and rainstorms.
boom
Two sword intents constantly colliding and tearing
Finally, the Canglong, which evolved from the sword intent, made a miserable cry. Mr. Zhao trembled, spit out a mouthful of thick blood, and took a few steps back.