Sun Yanwan almost fell off the horse's back. He looked back and felt that a group of young men with a little bit of male protagonist's temperament just now would depreciate into a grass chicken and a tile dog.

Sun Yanwan had no doubts about his senior brother, but he developed a strong distrust of himself and thought to himself: "How unsense are I, that I think that those people just now are all powerful characters?"

He said with some complaint: "Senior Brother! Why didn't you say it just now?"

"I also want to see Senior Sun, who was shocked for a moment, stuffed the end of the pot into his mouth with his cigarette pipe that never left his hands!"

Zhang Qingxi smiled gently, and the boredom she had just passed away, and she only felt that the second junior brother was so interesting.

Sun Yanwan was joking with the eldest brother, and suddenly she looked surprised and said, "Senior Brother, something is wrong! Senior Sun Yunhe's martial arts..."

Zhang Qingxi said lightly: "That's right! He probably suffered some hidden injuries and was unable to maintain his innate realm's cultivation. Now he has fallen to the third and fourth level."

Sun Yanwan said in surprise: "Warrior's skills will fall to level due to age?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled and said, "How can human power go against the will of heaven!"

"The ninth grade of martial arts does not escape the mortal world. When you are old, your muscles and bones are old, your martial arts will certainly decline. Only by being above the innate realm can you lock your essence and blood, your body is strong and as strong as a young man, and you will not even age with your appearance. You will always maintain your martial arts. Only when you die will your qi and blood decline and appear to be old."

"Senior Sun Yunhe is a innate master, so he shouldn't have such an old appearance."

"I always thought that Senior Grandpa had disguised himself as an old man, but he observed some details..."

The eldest brother sighed slightly and said, "It should be old."

Sun Yanwan felt sorry for him. He suddenly felt that a congenital master should not have such poor judgment.

How powerful is the eldest brother? I can’t see the little stick like this. Can’t the great masters in the innate realm understand?

At this time, Zhang Qingxi answered the doubts, and there was a sad mentality of a rabbit's death and a fox. He had not yet grown old, but he had died. Now he has been a human being for two lifetimes. He has a deep understanding of birth, old age, sickness, poverty, and suffering, and has only lived once, and cannot reach it.

The seventh sister Nan Mengzhi was a little sick and had never participated in the chat between the sisters and Sun Lingdie.

When the sisters talked about who they might meet when they went to the Songyang Sect this time, she suddenly asked: "I wonder if the little sword god is back this time?"

The eldest sister Nan Mengtang suddenly smiled and said, "Does my seventh sister still miss the little sword god?"

"It's a pity that he and Uncle Zhang went out to join another branch. Now no one knows where the two masters and disciples are. Even then, this uncle was like a dragon who saw his head but not his tail, and few people had seen his true face."

"It's a pity that I started my army early. When he showed his glory in the competition in the sect in those years, he happened to be not in Benshan, Songyang, and he was always squandered by this uncle Zhang."

When their sisters were chatting with Sun Lingdie, the more than ten men kept looking here and were eavesdropping on what they were talking about.

When Yuchi Han heard them talking about the "Little Sword God", he suddenly laughed, raised his voice, and said mysteriously: "I just knew it."

Nan Mengsu couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "How do you know?"

Yuchi Han smiled proudly and said, "My cousin Yuchi Wugong met Grand Master Zhang Yuanqiao not long ago."

"I also met the little sword god, but..."

"You should call him the Sword Master."

As soon as this sentence was said, almost everyone stared at him. The husband of his second sister Nan Mengtan, Tiger Roar and Dragon Roar, said word by word: "This is not something that can be joked about."

"You must know that the nickname of the Divine Sword Young Master is not dared to use it."

Yuchi Han replied: "Of course I know that the Divine Sword Master is one of the three most outstanding people in the world. He has the nickname of Mu Xianyuan when he was young, but you don't know yet. The old owner of Mu had already given this nickname to the little sword god Zhang Qingxi."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was shocked.

The fourth sister, Nan Meng, was not interested in martial arts, but she was very knowledgeable and was a think tank of Nan Mengjiu sisters. After hearing this, she frowned slightly and said, "The Sword God Hu Qingdi made his debut very early and was a figure of the previous generation. When Senior Mu Xianyuan first came out of the world, he heard the name of the Sword God and came to challenge him several times, but he did not decide the winner. At that time, Senior Mu was young and handsome, and was as gentle as jade. He took the title of the Sword Master. Later, Senior Mu's martial arts skills were a hundred feet tall, and he went up to the top, but he deliberately abandoned the nickname of the Sword Master to show respect for the elderly. How could he give it to the little Sword God suddenly?"

Yuchi Han shook his head and said, "But I can't know this."

"I knew that when Senior Mu transferred this nickname, the ancestor of our Dalang Dynasty was witnessed."

As soon as this news was revealed, the discussions among these young people were even more intense. Everyone had speculations. Everyone could provide some information. The news learned from the elders in the family seemed to have infinite charm of the name Little Sword God, which impressed all of these young people.

Even the most arrogant little sister, Nan Mengjiu, showed an intoxicated expression and said, "If you can meet, this legendary little sword god will be worth the trip to Songyang Mountain this time."

Somehow, Sun Lingdie suddenly flashed his face in his mind, then shook his head and said in a secret smile: "How could he be the little sword god? The possibility that his senior brother is the little sword god is more than a hundred times bigger than him."

This topic is so attractive that even Sun Yunhe couldn't help but come over. He is an old senior in the world and knows a lot of secrets. In a few words, the discussion has been pushed to another level of higher heat.

Sun Yanwan didn't know that these people suddenly started discussing their senior brothers. He didn't know that Zhang Qingxi had the nicknames of Xiao Jian God, the Divine Sword Young Master, and other Shezhe. He encountered a little trouble now.

Someone stopped their brothers and insisted on buying Sun Yanwan's black rabbit.

This man was neither a disciple of the Songyang Sect nor a person who went to the Songyang Sect to watch the ceremony. He was short and fat, with a fierce face, and his face was extremely impatient. He shouted, "Ten taels of silver, give this horse to me. If he refuses, I won't know you, and so on."

Sun Yanwan scratched his head. He had already said he would not sell it. However, this short and fat man seemed to be unable to understand people's words, but instead became more and more fierce and domineering. Seeing that Sun Yanwan still refused, he reached out and grabbed the reins of the black rabbit.

Sun Yanwan thought to himself: "You can do this first."

He slapped the Lingxi soft sword around his waist, and drew the sword and made a thrust.

Sun Yanwan knew that the Hu family's magic sword technique was not commonly used, and the Songyang Sect's Hunyuan Sword Technique was too exhausted, so this sword was simple and simple, but the basic sword style that each school had, and there was no cleverness.

But he practiced swordsmanship for several months and took action very quickly. The sword light flashed and he headed straight for the other party's face.

The short and fat man shouted: "Good come." He pulled out a Zaoyang stick from his back, and raised the fire to burn the sky with one move, and stabbed the sword that was stabbed hard.

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