Wu Tong looked at him, speechless. Wen Ruyu's father was his favorite disciple from Lishan, and later became the head of Lishan Sword. Therefore, everyone in Lishan had high expectations for Wen Ruyu since childhood. Wu Tong didn't like his senior brother, Ye Qinghuang and Li Fan, but he couldn't help but like Wen Ruyu. His father once represented the sword of Lishan and died in battle! "They are all crazy." Mo Yang, the head of Lishan Sword Peak, also rushed here, looking at the scene in front of him, feeling emotional. The disciples of Jiangu Lishan were also moved. Lishan, is going to have an internal conflict? They couldn't help but look at the boy standing on the stone. What was so special about this boy? Because of him, Ye Qinghuang wanted to shake Lishan, the blind senior wanted to rebel against Lishan, and Wen Ruyu also wanted to rebel against Lishan. Li Fan looked at the scene in front of him and asked himself, is he worthy of his master and senior brothers and sisters? "Uncle Wu, let the seniors make their own decisions." Mo Yang stepped forward. He knew that he could not stop Ye Qinghuang.
Moreover, his uncle had taken action himself. After his uncle was seriously injured, he returned to Lishan and lived in seclusion. He had never even set foot outside Shenxiu Peak. But now, the master and apprentices were willing to turn against Lishan for the sake of the young man. He was also a little curious, could the young man succeed? Although he knew Li Fan very early, he did not know him well. Li Fan had been living with Ye Qinghuang on Shenxiu Peak outside Lishan and was familiar with the villagers of Lishan Village. The people in the village seemed to like him very much. But his uncle had too high hopes for Li Fan. Lishan did not want to gamble. Mo Yang spoke, Wu Tong glanced at Wen Ruyu, and finally restrained the sword intent on his body, and the sword intent in the sky also dissipated. Ye Qinghuang retracted her gaze and looked back at the Sword Valley. The phoenix sang in the valley, then disappeared into Ye Qinghuang's body. The flames in the Sword Valley also dissipated and returned to normal. Ye Qinghuang did not leave, but just stood there, staring at the Sword Valley. The wind from the Sword Valley blew, blowing the white clothes. "Senior sister." Li Fan didn't know what to say. Ye Qinghuang showed a gentle smile, like a spring breeze, and said: "Xiao Fan, go do what you should do." The disciples of Lishan around saw that smile and became more jealous of Li Fan. Perhaps only Li Fan could make Ye Qinghuang show such a gentle smile. "Yes." Li Fan nodded and continued to turn around and sit cross-legged. Ye Qinghuang stood behind him, looking at the boy's back. She remembered that twelve years ago, in that hell scene, she was injured and unconscious. When she opened her eyes, a boy was guarding her side. The boy endured such pain, but still restrained himself. Until she woke up, the boy dragged his tired body away. Demons all over the sky followed him.
That day, the setting sun was like blood. Later, the boy went up the Li Mountain. She came to protect. Li Fan's consciousness entered the stone wall of the Sword Valley again. If he wanted to ask the sword in the Sword Valley, he had to enter the realm of refining the spirit first. If the spirit was not strong, he could not ask the sword. At this time, Li Fan seemed to have a sense that there was a sword on the stone wall of the Sword Valley, which was humming softly. He moved his mind and established a connection with the sword. In an instant, a terrifying suction force seemed to swallow him up. Li Fan felt a little uncomfortable, but did not resist. The next moment, his consciousness seemed to be pulled into the sword. A picture appeared in Li Fan's mind. On a lonely peak, two figures, one old and one young, stood there. "Apprentice, you don't have the talent for practicing swords. So far, you have only learned one sword." The old man said. "Master, can I only learn this sword?" The boy asked. "Silly child." The old man touched the boy's head. The scene changed, and the boy began to learn swordplay, and he kept repeating the same swordplay, day and night... only one swordplay. This swordplay became faster and sharper, and the boy seemed to have grown up a lot, but he still only knew one swordplay and only learned one swordplay. "Master, I want to participate in the Lishan Sword Test." "Silly boy, what swordplay have you learned?" The boy shook his head. "What do you have to participate in the Lishan Sword Test?" The old man said, and the boy returned disappointed. During the Lishan Sword Test, the boy stood quietly in the corner, watching the other disciples in high spirits, and the winner of the swordplay was even more dazzling. The boy left disappointed. Another day, he found the disciple who won the swordplay, stood in front of him, and asked to test the swordplay. The other party was a little disdainful, but still agreed. The boy was very serious and drew his sword. All the hard work he had learned in the past few years was on this swordplay. He only knew this swordplay, and he swung it with all his strength. The other party fell in a pool of blood. The young man was confused. He knelt on Lishan Mountain with the corpse on his back. He was accused and abused by many people, saying that he had attacked and killed his fellow disciples and wanted to take his life. His master seriously injured him and pleaded for him. The young man was finally driven off Lishan Mountain. That day, it rained heavily. The young man left Lishan Mountain with his injuries and traveled around the world. He traveled around the world and became famous with this sword. When asked about his origins, he called himself Jianyi and never said that he was from Lishan Mountain. He only knew one sword and was afraid of humiliating the name of Lishan Mountain. Many years later, a large-scale demon rebellion broke out in a city. The big demon entered the city, and millions of lives were robbed. The government was helpless, and countless monks fought to the death. Jianyi made a move and killed the demon leader with one sword. With the sword in his hand, he killed the demons and made the blood flow into a river.
But he died in this battle. Before he died, he told the world that he came from Lishan Mountain. His sword was sent back to Lishan Mountain. When a person dies, the sword returns. When he returned, his master was already a white-haired old man. He came to the Sword Valley with his sword in both hands and personally sent his sword into the Sword Valley. Afterwards, the white-haired old man broke his sword and cut himself off from the Sword Valley. He was not worthy of practicing swords, not worthy of being a teacher! Jian Yi's past life floated in Li Fan's mind, touching him. It turned out that he was also a person who was not recognized by Lishan, but he had some similarities with himself. Is it because of this that this sword has made contact with himself? At this time, Li Fan entered the world of swords. In front of him, a figure appeared, swinging a sword in front of him, swinging the sword casually. Li Fan couldn't even see the sword clearly. He only saw a beam of light, which kept flashing in front of his eyes, repeating over and over again. The illusory figure kept repeating this sword, only one sword. "If you only have one chance to strike, how do you strike?" A voice came. Li Fan knew that the sword questioning began. If there is only one chance to strike, failure means death, how to strike the sword? Li Fan swung his sword, also a simple swing, but he was too slow, the trajectory of the sword was clear. Li Fan stopped, this Lishan ancestor spent his whole life learning a sword, how could it be so easy. Moreover, sword cultivation is not just swinging the sword with the hand, before Jian Yi used his mind to drive the sword, it was also like lightning. Although there was only one sword, he had done this sword to the extreme, the extreme speed. Li Fan did not continue to swing the sword, but stared at the sword and thought. In the valley, Li Fan sat cross-legged, with sword intent flowing through his body. Obviously, he was asking about the sword. Many Lishan disciples looked at Li Fan. Today, Ye Qinghuang and Wen Ruyu, the master and apprentice, did not hesitate to betray Lishan to ask Li Fan for the opportunity to ask about the sword. How many swords could he ask? "Brother Xiaofan, you can do it." Yang Qingshan looked at Li Fan and clenched his fist. Although he was young, he also knew the suffering Li Fan had suffered over the years. He looked at Lu Yuan again, and saw that Lu Yuan's eyes were also on Li Fan, which made Yang Qingshan secretly happy. Lu Yuan must be interested in him, knowing that he had a good relationship with Xiao Fan, so she paid attention to Xiao Fan. The book said that this is called loving the house and loving the dog.
He also has to work hard! Li Fan tried to control the sword with his spirit, and the sword became faster, but it was still wrong. He swung many swords and tried again and again. He knew that this sword question was not about his sword talent. Jian Yi himself had mediocre talent and only knew one sword, but he persevered and practiced this sword to the extreme. So, he didn't ask about talent. Li Fan also knew that if he only thought about swinging the sword, he would definitely not find the right answer. He concentrated on thinking, recalling Jian Yi's life. Jian Yi said that he only knew one sword, but that sword could not actually be called a sword move or sword technique. How can it be a sword technique with just one sword? Li Fan thought of his life again. He was somewhat similar to Jian Yi, but his luck was better. He met the old blind man, his senior sister and his senior brother. They were willing to draw their swords against Li Shan for their sake. What would he do if his senior brother and sister encountered difficulties? "If there is only one chance of sword." Li Fan murmured, thinking for a long time, and then replied: "I draw the sword with protection, faith, and hope." Li Fan's arm swept across and slashed out a sword. In the illusory space, the sword seemed to be still not fast, but when the sword was slashed out, it revealed a determination and tore everything apart. In the Sword Valley, the sword rang non-stop, and Li Fan only felt a sword intent pouring into his mind. "I swing the sword with despair and seek hope." Jian Yi's voice came, and Li Fan's sea of consciousness roared, where a wisp of sword intent merged into Li Fan's sword seed. In the Sword Valley, a sword rang and flew from the stone wall, flew towards Li Fan, and floated in front of him. Li Fan opened his eyes, and a flash of sword light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the ordinary sword in front of him, but this sword was everything to Senior Jian Yi. He stretched out his hand and grasped the sword. In an instant, it seemed as if they were connected by blood, as if the man and the sword were one. The moment Li Fan grasped the sword, he knew that Senior Jian Yi's sword had transcended the sword. The sword was just a form, and the sword was everything to him. He swung the sword in despair, seeking hope. "Thank you!" A voice seemed to come from the sword, a voice that only Li Fan could hear. Li Fan was stunned, then smiled and replied: "Thank you for the sword, senior!" As Li Fan's voice fell, the wisp of consciousness in the sword completely dissipated. Li Fan could clearly sense its dissipation and left calmly. Perhaps he finally found someone who understood his sword.