0p0 Chapter 163 Tianxuan Elder
Chapter 163 Tianxuan Elder
Nanjue, Yemang Lake.
Black Dragon Umbrella, Zhenwu Sword. Needless to say, at a glance, it was clear that they were Yu Shengmo and Ye Dingzhi, the master and his disciple.
In the past few days, Yu Shengmo took Ye Dingzhi to travel across almost half of Nanjue.
In addition to the swordsman Ling Yun and the martial arts fanatic Ling Yan, there are still many masters coming to challenge Yu Shengmo.
There are also many top-notch masters here, and there are even people who were on the Bai Xiaotang champion list a few years ago.
But except for one of the swordsmen who had reached the Great Free and Easy Realm, Youhun Dao Guan Chongxi, the rest were all defeated by Ye Ding's sword.
Even though he was at the Great Free and Easy Realm, Yu Shengmo only needed one sword to destroy one of Guan Chongxi's arms.
From then on, the title of Wandering Soul Sword no longer appeared in the world.
That morning, the sun gradually climbed to the center of the sky. At this moment, dark clouds surged in from all directions. In an instant, purple lightning flashed continuously, and it seemed that another thunderstorm was coming.
Yu Sheng Mo held a black dragon umbrella and walked in front of Ye Ding, while Ye Dingzhi, wearing a red silk robe and holding a sword, walked behind his master.
"Old man Chen, why is he here?"
Yu Shengmo suddenly stopped.
Ye Dingzhi looked up and saw a lake surrounded by trees.
On the lakeshore less than ten feet in front of Yu Shengmo, there was an old man wearing a straw raincoat and holding a fishing rod.
The old man coughed lightly a few times:
"Ahem, Rain Maniac! It's been seven years since we last met... I heard that you went to Tianqi City and were defeated by Li Changsheng again?"
Yu Shengmo had no expression on his face and sneered:
"So what? Even if I lose to Li Changsheng ten thousand times, I will still stand at the pinnacle of Nan Jue martial arts!"
"Unlike you, who has been famous for sixty years but is still outside the top three in Nan Jue..."
The old man's face looked a little ugly, but his tone did not change:
"What a rain maniac! Your words are still harsh!"
"We've defeated many Southern Art masters along the way. Except for that old fellow with the Wandering Soul Blade, it was this young man who brought out the sword..."
"Could it be that you're conserving your energy for a big battle, or... are you deliberately training him?!"
At this moment, a huge thunder suddenly struck from the sky, and the entire lake surface shook!
Yu Shengmo stood behind the old man, his tone seemed even colder:
"Old man Chen, just catch your fish. I, Yu Shengmo, will train my apprentice, and I will have nothing to do with you!"
It turns out that the old man fishing is the master of Nan Jue martial arts - Chen Tianxuan, who has been famous for sixty years, although he has never reached the top of Nan Jue.
But he is now the only one left of the generation that once dominated the world with him.
Old man Chen's fishing rod shook slightly, as if something had bitten the fishing line!
"Whoosh!"
The fishing rod in Old Man Chen's hand turned into a shadow. He moved as fast as lightning, and after raising the fishing rod, he discovered...
There was only an empty fish hook, not even a piece of water grass!
Seeing this, Yu Shengmo laughed and said:
"Humph, after all these years of fishing, I always come back empty-handed. It's really laughable!"
Old Man Chen's face flushed red and he had no choice but to change the subject to his apprentice:
"Ahem...Your disciple is quite good, he's a potential martial artist!"
"I wonder if he's practiced your extremely sinister Demonic Sword. If he has, I'm afraid Nan Jue will lose another elegant young man and gain another alluring and charming lady!"
When Ye Dingzhi heard this, he became furious. He suddenly drew out the Zhenwu sword in his hand and rushed towards Chen Tianxuan's back to stab him!
Yu Shengmo raised his hand to hold down his apprentice and said softly:
"He can kill you by just lifting the fishing rod and stepping back!"
Ye Dingzhi was extremely angry, but as his master had said, he had no choice but to sheathe his sword and retreat a few steps in disappointment.
Chen Tianxuan still had his back to Yu Shengmo, staring intently at the water:
"Young people are a bit impulsive, Rain Maniac, this guy looks a lot like you... hehe!"
Yu Shengmo turned the Black Dragon Umbrella in his hand and said:
"Your words are very unpleasant to the ear. If it were ten years ago, I would have chopped off your head with my sword!"
Chen Tianxuan smiled and said:
"I'm afraid you've already had this plan. If you fight me, will you unsheath the Xuanfeng Sword today?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Shengmo's expression suddenly changed, and he plunged the Black Dragon Umbrella into the mud on the shore.
"Who do you think you are to make me draw my sword?"
Chen Tianxuan sighed, and the fishing rod was raised again, but the hook was still empty:
"Yu Kuangtu, I still want to advise you. If you go to look for the Sword Immortal Yan Lingxia, no matter who wins or loses, it will be a loss to our Nan Jue martial arts world!"
"Beili has always been able to dominate us over the years, relying on Li Changsheng!"
"In this battle, whether the Sword Immortal loses or the Sword Immortal breaks his sword, there is no benefit!"
Yu Shengmo first threw his head back and laughed loudly, then spat and cursed:
"Who the hell is Nan Jue? Don't try to kidnap me with the righteousness of your country and family!"
At this time, the thunderclouds in the sky became more and more violent, and raindrops as big as beans fell down on our heads.
Yu Shengmo stretched out his arms, and the raindrops around him actually avoided his body!
Chen Tianxuan turned around and shook his head:
"So... we're just going to have to fight today?"
Yu Shengmo glanced at Chen Tianxuan with contempt:
"You're so old, yet you still want to teach others a lesson? If that's the case, I'll fulfill your patriotism and ask you to die for Nan Jue!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Tianxuan raised his hand and pulled out the fishing rod, saying with regret:
"Looks like... there won't be any fish to catch today!"
"boom!"
Yu Shengmo's Xuanfeng sword was still stuck in the handle of the Black Dragon Umbrella, and he only struck out with one palm!
Chen Tianxuan swung out his fishing rod and used it as a sword to block Yu Shengmo's palm.
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After the storm, the lakeshore is vast and wild.
An old man with a lonely look on his face, the fishing rod in his hand was broken into several pieces and floating on the lake.
There was still fresh blood on his lips, and countless fish with their stomachs turned upside down floated on the surface of the vast lake...
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