"It's been missing for so long, you just act like this. It's not good, it affects your relationship." Chen Kan took a slight step and said, protecting Zhao Ling'er and Grandma Jiang behind him. The two of them looked at the middle-aged man in front of them with some anxiety.

"This does affect feelings, but I have to come." Standing opposite Chen Kan was the sword saint Yin Ruozhuo, who was just in the way. It was obvious that this attitude was not coming to talk about feelings.

"Why?" Chen Kan asked in Yin Ruozhuo's eyes.

"Why?" Yin Ruozhuo and Chen Kan looked at each other and asked the same.

"Oh, it's different. When we met last time, it seemed like it happened more than ten years ago." Chen Kan sighed.

"Eighteen years."

"Yes, I haven't seen you for eighteen years. I have made a congratulations here because you succeeded as the head of Shushan before.

"Thank you." Yin Ruozhuo's words are as good as gold.

"It seems we are going to do a game!" Chen Kan looked at Yin Ruozhuo with a high spirit of fighting and said.

"Please." Yin Ruozhuo raised his hand and said.

"Okay, let's take a look today. Whose Taoism is deep." After saying that, Chen Kan stretched out his hand and grabbed a tree on the side of the road. The tree immediately fell apart, turned into a wooden sword, and flew to Chen Kan.

"I want to see me too." As he said that, the Sword Saint was like Chen Kan, and reached out to grab a tree on the side of the road and grabbed a wooden sword that was exactly the same as Chen Kan, and a wooden sword floating in front of him.

Although the appearance is exactly the same, the two swords give people a completely different feeling. Chen Kan's wooden sword, although it is wood, has a sharp edge, like a real peerless magic weapon. The sword in front of the sword saint is an ordinary wooden sword. If you have to find an adjective, it is - restrained.

This also represents the different ways of the two.

"Go." The two seemed to have rehearsed in advance. At the same time, two wooden swords disappeared in their hands at the same time and collided in the air. They were obviously two wooden swords, but the sound of the collision was like a metal clash.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang..." Two wooden swords collided in the air at extremely fast speed, and only sounds and extremely vague sword shadows could be heard.

Both of them carried their hands on their backs and controlled the wooden sword in the air with their souls.

"Xuanxu, this matter should not be involved." Yin Ruozhuo said.

"This matter has something to do with me, how could it not be involved? This great disaster, you Shushan is also in it. You can't escape it." Chen Kan said calmly and leisurely.

"The Great Way is fifty, the Heavenly Spirit is forty-nine."

As soon as Yin Ruozhuo finished speaking, the wooden sword that belonged to him stood in the air, and then turned into a number of wooden swords like a peacock spreading his tail. If you count carefully, it would be exactly fifty.

Then the fifty swords seemed to be pulled by some force, and they kept shrinking backwards. The fifty swords gathered together and eventually turned into a sword in front of Yin Ruozhuo.

"It is better to fight for the forty-nine if you go to find that one."

As Chen Kan finished speaking, the sword belonging to Chen Kan was like Yin Ruozhuo's sword, one piece was fifty, but the difference was that the fifty swords of Chen Kan did not form one, but were evenly suspended in front of Chen Kan.

"The swords are coming back." Yin Ruozu moved, and with one hand, the wooden sword turned into a white light and shot at Chen Kan at an extremely fast speed.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect." Chen Kan also moved, pushing with one hand, fifty swords scattered everywhere, and then shot towards Yin Ruozhuo's sword. Each wooden sword that hit Yin Ruozhuo's sword would disappear, as if it had never appeared before. Whenever Yin Ruozhuo's sword was hit by Chen Kan's sword, its speed would slow down and its power would weaken a little.

The scene seemed to be huge in volume, but silent, just like the so-called "big sound and sound" is exactly what it means.

Just over ten meters away, like walking a century, after Chen Kan's forty-ninth sword hit Yin Ruozhuo's sword, Chen Kan's sword disappeared, and Yin Ruozhuo's sword fell to the ground. At this moment, this wooden sword was still floating in front of Chen Kan.

"I still need that 'i'." Yin Ruozhuo said, looking at the sword in his hand.

Chen Kan put down his hand, and the wooden sword floating in the air slowly dissipated from the tip of the sword until it disappeared. Looking at Yin Ruozhu, Chen Kan did not speak, and the sword that Yin Ruozhu fell to the ground also disappeared.

"Oh..." Yin Ruozhuo sighed and turned around and left. His back was still standing tall, like a sword.

"Wu Ming." Looking at Yin Ruozhuo's back, Chen Kan unconsciously thought of the "martial arts myth" in the Fengyun plane. Unfortunately, the level of the Fengyun plane was too low, otherwise Wu Ming's achievements would not necessarily be lost to Yin Ruozhuo in front of him.

"Uncle, who is this weird uncle?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

"The head of Shushan Sword Sect and the sword saint Yin Ruozhuo are also your mother's friend," said Chen Kan.

"Shushan Sword Sect." Zhao Ling'er was shocked. She was no longer a fledgling rookie and knew the reputation of Shushan Sword Sect.

"Yes." Chen Kan nodded.

Chen Kan remembered what his master Qingyu once said to him. After Yin Ruozhuo succeeded as the leader of the sect, the heads of several sects did not leave directly after the ceremony, but held a secret meeting at the Shushan Sword Sect.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ling'er asked when she saw Chen Kan distracted.

"It's nothing, let's go. If we can't get to the next town before dark, we'll sleep in the wild."

"Um."

To experience life, you just walk on your feet, otherwise what's the point?

...

Shushan.

"Senior Brother, are you back alone?" Mo Yixi asked looking at Yin Ruozhuo who was alone.

"Um."

"What, is your senior brother not the opponent of that guy Xuanxu?" Mo Yixi asked in disbelief.

Yin Ruozhuo smiled slightly and said, "It's just a short fight."

"How is the result?"

"No chance to win or lose."

"Then why are you coming back alone? Aren't you going to bring Zhao Ling'er back?"

"There is no victory or defeat in the sword path. I major in sword path, while Xuanxu is physical cultivation, and sword path is just his supplement, so I lost in the end."

"Okay, that monster." He said, "and took a sip of wine and got up.

"If you don't practice well, how can you go?" Yin Ruozhuo asked. He knew that his junior brother was very talented, and he always hoped that Mo Yixi could practice well.

"Go and find my great way. You and Xuanxu are so powerful, I can't lose." As he said that, he bypassed Yin Ruozhuo and left with great strides.
Chapter completed!