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In the Shuimu family in the main world, an old man with white hair, looked at the figure standing in a row, and was so angry that he knocked his crutch straight on the floor: "Hundreds of people watched a young man with a smelly breasts go away. Don't you feel ashamed, a bunch of waste."

"Father, do we want to call the police?" Shuimu Xiangyu asked tremblingly.

"Call the police?" A trace of helplessness flashed across Shuimu Fengchen's old face: "This is a medium star."

"Medium Star?" Sumizuki Xiangyu was a little confused. What is the relationship between calling the police and medium Stars.

"Fourth brother, medium-sized stars mean that his vertical and horizontal area is over 100,000 kilometers, less than one million kilometers, with rich species and mysterious. There are various terrifying existences hidden in the wild ancient forest that humans have never entered." The eldest son, Shuimu Yexian, explained when he saw the puzzled face.

"I said, old man, I can leave. If you have such a boring thing, don't call me." Jun Guming, who was slightly sleepy, yawned and said, "Besides, he is a martial arts master in the power realm. What else do you want?"

"A warrior is another warrior. Heroes use martial arts to violate the realm, and Confucians use literary arts to violate the law. These damn bastards." Jun Guming's words made Shuimu Fengchen so angry that his beard was raised.

"You are so embarrassed to say, I have trained you for more than ten years, and I have let you learn martial arts and enter the shadow of the special national troops. But look at how you look now, you either drink or sleep all day long, and what's the use of you?"

"Old man, you are not qualified to teach me a lesson." Jun Guming said coldly and said a little coldly.

"Hmph" Shuimu Fengchen snorted coldly, put down his crutch, and slowly sat down: "The warriors have a circle of warriors. Since it involves warriors, they will naturally have to deal with it."

"Old man, I advise you not to do stupid things. A martial arts master in the power realm is not a joke." Even though Jun Guming didn't like the Shuimu family, he still had some feelings and immediately stopped his crazy actions.

"Don't worry, I won't let the Dragon Sword happen again. I just teach this Ling Yun a lesson, a college student with no background, dares to ignore my Shuimu family like this. I really think that Shuimu Fengchen is dead."

"Anyway, I'm almost dying." Jun Guming curled his lips and said.

"You" Shuimu Fengchen almost turned his back when he heard Jun Guming's words, and then he took a breath before saying, "I will let the Northern Moon Sword God Xuan Tianzhan take action. I remember he is a perfect warrior in the Mahayana realm. If he takes action, there will be no problem."

"Crazy, you're looking for that sword fool. Do you know the consequences?" The name of the Beiyue Sword God made Jun Guming's pupils shrink, and he quickly stood up and said.

"The consequences?" Shuimu Fengchen sneered, stared at Jun Guming and said, "I can't swallow this tone, and I, the Shuimu family, cannot swallow it. I must teach him a lesson."

"I don't care. You can do whatever you like. Anyway, your son promised me that I will take action on this matter. Even if I repay your kindness, I will go back to bed. Don't call me if I have anything or not." Jun Guming, who was leaving, shook his hand and said.

When there was a wave of injustice, and then another wave came up, the main world was conspiring against Ling Yun again. At this moment, Ling Yun and Leng Tong were still drinking the northwest wind in the ancient vine forest.

"Brother Ling, it's been two hours. Is there anyone there?" Leng Tong, who accompanied Ling Yun to drink the northwest wind, couldn't stand it. He immediately walked to the bamboo house and knocked on the door and asked, "Hey, there are no ones, there are no ones."

Ling Yun couldn't stop him, but he saw Leng Tong poking his head and taking advantage of the gap between bamboo and bamboo, looking at the thief head without even notice. Leng Tong was so angry that he roared: "Is there anyone there? If you are there, say something about human words."

"What's up?"

"Ha" field, Leng Tong immediately heard a sound from behind, and was immediately messy. He quickly turned around and saw an old man with a fairy-like and tragic bamboo basket standing ten meters away with his own medicine hoes.

"Hello, old man, may I ask if you are the sword god sword Wansheng? My younger generation Ling Yun came to visit." Ling Yun of the previous life had been to the ancient treasure forest more than once, but this was the first time he discovered that there was a peerless swordsman hidden here.

"Well, do you want to learn sword?" The old man did not say he was, nor did he say he was not, but just asked a question that he answered the question that he was asked.

In an instant, the air within a radius of 100 meters condensed, and an unknown aura instantly spread out. Even a novice like Leng Tong felt the atmosphere tense.

"Yes" Ling Yun felt more obvious, because he was the one who was the one who was the one who was hit, but he still stared at the old man's eyes without any sign of giving in, and his eyes were filled with unshakable belief.

Before Ling Yun could completely finish his speech, the old man suddenly took action, crossed ten meters in one step, and came to Ling Yun in an instant, with his middle finger index finger together to form a sword finger, and a little bit on Ling Yun's forehead.

"Tick tick" Ling Yun's forehead was even red. The vermilion blood condensed along the old man's sword finger, and then fell on the ground, which was particularly clear, as if he threw down stones on the extremely quiet lake.

"Do you still want to learn sword?" The old man looked straight at Ling Yun's eyes, and the invisible sword intent rushed towards Ling Yun's consciousness, smashing it, tearing it apart, and shattering it.

"You must" Ling Yun ignored the blood on his forehead, the mental trauma, the blood left behind by the corner of his mouth due to the injury of consciousness, and the falling to the critical point of his health, and said firmly.

"Haha, I have the courage, then I'll ask you, does God have a sword?"

"none"

"Is there a sword in the ground?"

"none"

"Does a man have a sword?"

"none"

"Then what are you learning?"

"I learn the sword in my hand, I learn the sword in my heart, I learn the sword in my Tao, I learn the sword in heaven and earth."

"Yes." The old man hesitated for a while, but did not let go. He pointed at Ling Yun's forehead, and his sword finger inserted three points: "Is there any sword powerful?"

"No" Ling Yun replied again. Ling Yun, who was reborn, pursued the vague and ethereal world of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship at the top of the swordsmanship, and immediately replied: "Swords have the heart, swords have the heart."

"Then do you know what kendo is?" the old man asked without any emotion.

Ling Yun hesitated for a while, sorted out his thoughts and said, "Use your body to combine the sword, use your energy to control the sword, use your mind to combine the sword, hold the sword and communicate with the spirit, the sword will resonate with the will of the other shore, and witness the heavens and all realms."

"Wrong" the old man retorted for the first time, and his fingers entered three points again, and blood sprayed out again: "The real swordsmanship lies in the faith that goes forward and never gives up in the heart of the sword holder. As long as he has faith, anyone can become a swordsmanship."

Suddenly, Lingyun's mind roared, and the sea of ​​consciousness was overturned. All the swordsmanship that had never been understood in the past burst out at this moment.

"So that's it. The true swordsmanship only has the ultimate belief. If you don't hit the south wall and don't look back, you will break the south wall. If you don't die if you don't die, you will steam the Yellow River. If you don't agree, you can kill the sword. Only then can you reach the peak of swordsmanship."

"The sword energy spreads across the world and is frightened, the sword light is cold and the nine ghosts are afraid, the sword goes against the sky, never surrenders, never give in, never compromise, never compromise, and never compromise. Some are just a desperate decision and the determination to do everything, and some are only the belief of burning both jade and never giving up."

"Only sword, only heart, only me, only sword, this is a sword cultivator."
Chapter completed!