In an instant, the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand became several times larger. The seven small swords hanging on it jingled, and runes flowed on the sword body, and a mighty aura slowly spread around.

When the old man looked at the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, his eyes lit up, his body shook slightly, and he blurted out: "Maoshan Seven-Star Sword! Why do you have this sword? Who are you?"

"You don't tell me who you are, why should I tell you?" Ge Yu shook the sword in his hand slightly and pointed at the old man.

"A person who can hold the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword must have a great background. It seems that I have encountered a tough guy today. Well, you are not a small character. I originally thought you were not worthy of knowing my name, but for the sake of this Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, you will understand."

Speaking of this, the old man paused for a moment and laughed, "Boy, you're okay, I'm nicknamed Uncle Beiming! How about it? Are you afraid? If you are afraid, kneel on the ground and kowtow and beg for mercy. Maybe I can spare your life."

"Sorry, I really haven't heard of any ghost uncle in Beiming. I'm sorry to be ignorant." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? You don't even know my name. How did you come out to make a fortune?" The ghost uncle from Beiming suddenly said furiously.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know, I haven't heard of it." Ge Yu sneered.

Ge Yu is telling the truth. In addition to the particularly famous masters in the world, Ge Yu has heard of it, such as Jiuyang Flower Li Bai and others. However, Ge Yu has never heard of this ghost uncle in Beiming, just like the two evil spirits in the mountain city that he encountered in the mountain city. Therefore, Ge Yu did not deliberately anger the old man, he really didn't know it.

Finally, the ghost uncle Beiming suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, I have already signed up for the title. Should I tell you who you are?"

"Ge Yu, a disciple of Chenyuan Zhenren of Xiamaoshan, is named Long Yan." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? So young? Chenyuan Zhenren..." The ghost uncle from Beiming widened his eyes and said incredible.

Whenever Ge Yu announced his reputation, most of the other party did not believe it. The main reason was that Master Chen Yuan Zhenren was a hundred and decades old. Most of the practitioners in the world knew Chen Yuan Zhenren. They thought that Maoshan sect Master Longhua was his disciple, and the head sect Master Longhua also had some junior brothers in his seventies or eighties. No one would have thought that Chen Yuan Zhenren would accept a closed disciple like Ge Yu, and it was only after he was a hundred years old.

Furthermore, the actions of Zhenren Chen Yuan have always been mysterious and unpredictable. Even the people from Wanluo Sect have no trace to find, let alone other people. Therefore, most practitioners in the world do not know about Zhenren Chen Yuan and Ge Yu, a closed disciple.

Although the ghost uncle Beiming was full of suspicion, he believed it seven or eight when he saw the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword held in Ge Yu's hand. After all, this is Maoshan's holy weapon and not everyone can take it. Only a master Chen Yuan Zhenren on Maoshan has the right to decide which disciple to give this sword.

Maoshan's head teacher Longhu Zhenren was very old and did not take this Maoshan Seven-Star Sword. In other words, Chenyuan Zhenren intended to give the next head position to the kid in front of him, because only the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword can be used by the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword.

Now that he knew that Ge Yu was from Maoshan and was also the disciple of Zhenren Chen Yuan, Uncle Beiming felt a little afraid.

The people in Maoshan are not easy to provoke. They are the largest sect in the world. If they offend them, the consequences will be unimaginable. The old guys in Maoshan Punishment Hall cannot withstand it themselves.

But then I thought about it and killed Ge Yu and everyone present today. Who knows?

Thinking of this, the ghost uncle Beiming smiled and said, "Boy from Maoshan, you know the rules of the world. Breaking the human magic circle. This is a deadly enemy. If you meet me today, you will be unlucky!"

"The cult demons, using magic circles to harm human lives, is like rats crossing the street. Everyone can kill them. Breaking your magic circle is the second best. Taking your life is the key." Ge Yu said seriously.

"Children Huangkou, I'm so angry, die!" As he said that, the ghost uncle Beiming waved two short swords, flashed his body and arrived beside Ge Yu. The two double swords were coming towards Ge Yu like lightning!

This person's swordsmanship is proficient and he is almost entering the realm of transformation, and his power is very strong. When Ge Yu fights him, he feels a huge pressure and forces himself to practice and retreat.

As I expected, this person's cultivation is above him.

Master Han, who was standing aside, saw Ge Yu fighting with the Beiming Ghost Uncle. After gasping for a few breaths, he immediately waved the folding fan in his hand, headed towards the Beiming Ghost Uncle, and shouted: "Master... I'll help you..."

However, a duel of such masters, with Master Han's level, he could not get along at all. Moreover, Master Han was severely slapped by the Beiming Ghost Uncle and was seriously injured, so he couldn't help much now.

Just as Master Han was staggering towards Uncle Beiming, suddenly, more than a dozen people ran out from somewhere and rushed towards them quickly. These people were holding bright big swords in their hands, and each of them was wearing black night clothes. They were all cultivators with good means.

Master Han saw the dozen masters rushing over, and was shocked and stopped, thinking that he was dead now. It turned out that Uncle Beiming Ghost had a helper.

Actually, when they thought about it, when they were chasing the ghost uncle of Beiming, a group of people kidnapped He Weidao and the father and son of the Ling family. It must have been these people who did it.

In this case, I can’t deal with more than a dozen practitioners, but now it’s too late to run.

"Let's fight." Master Han gritted his teeth, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, pouring his spiritual power into it. Countless pink plum petals floated out of the fan, flying towards the dozen people holding machetes.

As soon as the plum blossoms floated out, they all turned into murderous weapons and shot out like blades.

The people who were originally rushing towards Ge Yu immediately stopped. Someone immediately threw out a few talismans and turned into a barrier of qi, blocking everyone. All the petals hit the barrier of qi, making a bang.
Chapter completed!