The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

The gray-robed young man looks very ordinary, sitting there in an idle manner, drinking and eating melon seeds at the same time, just like a street kid in the market.

There is only one pair of eyes that are bright and clean, like the sharp edge of a sword.

The young man in gray robe knocked on the table of the counter, spat out the melon seed skins in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Old Wang, the assassin is not a dead soldier who regards death as home, nor is he a reckless man who gets angry with his crown, nor is he someone who can kill someone thousands of miles away in ten steps. A hero who left a message. So, I won’t do what they did.”

Old Man Wang said with great interest: "Then what do you think a real assassin should look like?"

The young man in gray robe pointed at his nose, "Just like me, when I'm not killing people, I can bury my head in the dust. Like every ordinary person in this world, I never do anything beyond my ability."

Old Man Wang laughed sarcastically, "But you are not an ordinary person. What you are doing is just to hide your identity, and it cannot be said to be clever."

The young man in gray robe happily drank a glass of wine and said: "The great hermit is hiding in the city, and the assassin should be in the world of mortals. The assassin should look like all living beings, but he cannot have his own look. Only in this way can he When taking action, be surprised and kill with one strike.”

Old Man Wang had no intention of talking nonsense and asked directly: "What do you think of this operation?"

The young man in gray robe stood up from the chair, pointed at the wine bottle, and said: "Save the remaining half bottle of wine for me. When I come back, we can have a drink and have a good time."

With that said, he put his hands behind his head and walked out of Yong'an shop casually.

“If something cannot be done, don’t force it.”

Old man Wang couldn't help but exhorted.

"Don't worry, I will never show off when it's time to be cowardly. By the way, if I don't come back to you within ten days... then the remaining half bottle of wine will be given to you."

From a distance, the smiling voice of the young man in gray robe could be heard.

In the bustling streets, he disappeared in an instant like an inconspicuous wave.

It was noon and the sky was bright.

In the courtyard, under a lush willow tree.

Su Yi lay on the wicker chair and looked at the animal skin scroll in his hand.

He also gained a lot from today's spiritual music conference.

First, he used thirty pieces of sixth-grade spiritual stones to take a piece of dragon bone vine, and then renovated the wicker chair under him.

Then he used a secret technique to repair the soul body in exchange for the skin of the "Xunling Void Swallowing Beast".

As for the magic fetus, it can only be regarded as an accident.

The animal skin scroll in his hand now is the skin of the Xunling Void Swallowing Beast.

Although the divine power of this piece of animal skin has long been erased, there are still some mottled and messy traces of the road on the surface.

Ordinary monks would be completely confused when they saw this, and they would not be able to discern much of the mystery.

But in Su Yi's eyes, these messy and mottled traces of the avenue can be called peerless treasures!

Because this is the imprint of the "Way of Wind", even though the charm of the Tao has long since disappeared, as long as you feel it calmly, you can still understand some of the true meaning of "Wind" from those clues.

"As long as you understand the Tao Rhythm of Wind, at the Yuan Dao level, you only have to comprehend the Tao Rhythm of Yang and the Tao Rhythm of Thunder..."

Su Yi thought to himself.

He has long had a goal to control the five elements, yin and yang, and wind and thunder in the three realms of Yuandao!

"Brother Su, what are your plans next?"

Wen Xinzhao changed into an elegant indigo dress. Her skin was like snow and her eyebrows were picturesque. Standing under the mottled light and shadow of the willow tree, she looked as elegant as a fairy.

"Go to Jiuding City to see

look. "

Su Yi said casually.

Now that we have already arrived in Daxia, there is no reason why we should not go to Jiuding City, the imperial capital.

If Daxia is the overlord of the Cangqing Continent, then Jiuding City is the heart of Daxia, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and it is extremely prosperous.

Moreover, in two months' time, the "Lantai Dharma Conference" will begin.

Su Yi also planned to go and see if he could meet Yue Shichan and Ge Qian in Jiuding City.

"Is it possible that Brother Su also wants to attend the Lantai Dharma Assembly?"

Wen Xinzhao's starry eyes are bright.

Su Yi said absently: "I'm not very interested in the Lantai Dharma Conference, but I wouldn't mind participating in it if necessary."

Hua Xinfeng once said that Xumi Immortal Island, a mysterious place of opportunity, is likely to contain clues related to the origin of the Dark Ancient Forbidden City.

And only by participating in the "Lantai Dharma Ceremony" held by the Emperor of Great Xia and obtaining a Sumeru Talisman can one truly enter the Sumeru Immortal Island.

Because of this, even though Su Yi was not interested in the Lantai Dharma Ceremony, if it was really necessary to go to Xumi Immortal Island, he would not mind participating in it and trying to seize a piece of Xumi Talisman.

"Then will Brother Su be willing to travel with us?"

Wen Xinzhao looked at Su Yi with a pair of mercury-like eyes, full of expectation.

Su Yi couldn't help but smile and said: "If you hadn't taken advantage of the opportunity to travel together to ask me for advice on swordsmanship, then I would have agreed more happily."

Wen Xinzhao's pretty face turned red, a little embarrassed.

Immediately, she blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Su is willing to be my guide in the way of swordsmanship. Naturally, I must cherish this precious opportunity, be thirsty for knowledge, and be humble. Otherwise, if Brother Su happens, If one day you no longer want to be my guide, I will be extremely sad."

The girl is as beautiful as a fairy, and when she talks and laughs with her, she is naturally pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, little master uncle, you are here to pester Brother Su Yi again."

Not far away, Qingya came like a gust of wind, and muttered with dissatisfaction, "If this continues, you may not even pay attention to me."

Obsessed?

Being described like this, no matter how calm Wen Xinzhao was, his face could not help but feel a little hot.

At this time, Ling Yunhe also came, smiled and cupped his hands towards Su Yi and said: "Fellow Daoist Su, Ling will leave soon and return to Daqi."

He came to say goodbye.

Su Yi stood up from the wicker chair and said, "Take care along the way."

Seeing Su Yi getting up, Ling Yunhe's heart trembled slightly.

How could he not understand that for Su Yi, he would never get up to see someone off if he wasn't someone he valued!

"Fellow Daoist Su, if we meet again someday, we must have a good drink."

Ling Yunhe smiled and held his hands.

Su Yidao smiled and nodded in agreement.

Soon, Lingyunhe left.

On the same day, Su Yi took Yuan Heng and Bai Wenqing together and left Lingqu City on the treasure ship of Yuntian Shrine.

On the same day, the news about what happened at the Spiritual Music Conference spread throughout the cities of Tiannan Prefecture as if it had wings.

The ancient demon Son of Nirvana was killed, the mysterious demon fetus was snatched away, and Saint Xuanzhi disappeared...

All of this is actually related to a young man named Su Yi. It is difficult not to shock the world with such news.

It should be noted that in today's Great Xia, characters such as ancient evildoers are the focus of all the major cultivation forces in the world.

Their origins are mysterious, and their background is unbelievable. They are more terrifying than the body snatchers, and more terrifying than those who are blessed with great luck.

Genius shines brighter.

Under such circumstances, Su Yi was able to kill Saint Son of Nirvana. Which cultivation force would dare to ignore this?

In addition, this incident also involved the mysterious Demon Fetus, and it happened on the territory of "Jiuzhou Pavilion", one of the three top trading houses in the world. You can imagine how big the ripples it caused were.

In fact, on that very day, the three major chambers of commerce, Jinding Chamber of Commerce, Jiuzhou Pavilion, and Sihai Tower, which had their bases in Lingqu City, spread the news in the shortest possible time!

…

Qingyi Daozong.

"Elder Miaohong, there is news about Su Yi!"

A voice sounded outside the cave where Master Miaohong was.

Uh-huh!

Master Miaohong, who was meditating and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, as sharp as lightning, "Sister, the opportunity for revenge has finally come..."

He stood up and walked out of the cave.

This powerful man who was known as the "No. 1 Sword Lord of Great Chu" when he was young is now the third-ranked inner sect elder of Qingyi Dao Sect, a powerful being in the spirit transformation realm!

"It is extremely rare for this son to be able to kill an ancient evildoer like Saint Son of Nirvana."

After learning the news that happened at the Lingqu Conference, Miaohong's eyes flashed with surprise and surprise.

Immediately, his expression became indifferent and cold.

He is just a little guy whose Yuandao level can be called heaven-defying. No matter where he comes from or how talented he is, since he dares to kill his sister, he must sacrifice his life to atone for his sin!

On this day, Master Miaohong walked out of the secluded cave and left the Qingyi Dao Sect.

…

In an eerie, dark palace.

"You said...the demon fetus was taken away by Su Yi!?"

A furious voice sounded.

It was a man sitting alone on the throne deep in the hall.

Wearing a blood-colored robe, with evil mist billowing all over his body, his face was covered under a bronze mask carved with strange patterns, revealing only a pair of cold gray-brown eyes.

Saint Xuanzhi, dressed in a black dress, was kneeling on her knees, her charming and beautiful face pale, full of anxiety and bitterness.

She whispered: "Sir, Su Yi is not afraid of the suppression of the power of the demon fetus, and with my power, he is far from his opponent. If you want to punish me... I am willing to accept the punishment."

The bronze masked man was silent.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "Since you are no match for him, why doesn't he kill you?"

Saint Xuanzhi's beautiful eyes showed a trace of confusion, and said: "He said... he owes me the Ghost Snake Clan..."

The man in the bronze mask asked puzzledly: "What does this mean? Could it be that this young man, who has only cultivated in the Bigu realm, is still related to your clan?"

Saint Xuanzhi pursed her lips and said, "I don't know either."

The man in the bronze mask let out a long sigh and seemed to have completely calmed down. He waved his hand and said, "Get up. I promised your father that I would protect you throughout your life. As long as you are fine, that is enough."

Saint Xuanzhi knelt there and said, "Sir, I will try my best to get the devil fetus back!"

The man in the bronze mask said: "You don't need to interfere in this matter anymore. Just let the 'Blood Owl' take care of it. He is the protector of Nirvana, and it is up to him to avenge Nirvana."

"Thank you for your help, sir."

Suddenly, a soft and low voice sounded from the dark corner of the palace.

I saw a group of black shadows squirming there, quietly turning into a thin figure, a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest with an immortal air and Taoist bones.