"Gu Xiaoyu..."

Ning Yi stood up and looked at the yellow-shirted child who was shaking his body with a smile. His withered hair was blown by the wind and flew up one by one. Gu Xiaoyu looked confused.

He didn't know what it meant to pull out the Iron Sword Mountain's Life Star Sword Artifact without pointing out the first realm.

This is a very good qualification.

It is even more excellent kendo talent.

Gu Xiaoyu's body has a very small bone. After standing up, the height of her head is only at Ning Yi's chest.

Ning Yi slowly stretched out one hand and held it with his palm.

"Gu Xiaoyu, take the sword."

The sound rang like a bell.

At the top of the Iron Sword Mountain, the swords and weapons were trembling.

In the distance, a stream of light shot from Xiaoshuang Mountain, and the air rushed towards the bullfighting.

It instantly swept into Ning Yi's palm.

The little sword immortal Wang Yi on the top of the Tiejian Mountain was shocked and stared at the sword energy that shot out from the distant mountain building. The aura of the sword body contained in it... He was so familiar with it.

Among the four swords in Qiangshan...long energy!

"How is this sword?"

Gu Xiaoyu hugged "long-lasting" and didn't know how to judge whether it was good or bad, so he looked back and took a look. After being pulled out by himself, he inserted the ancient sword back into the Iron Sword Mountain.

Gu Xiaoyu answered very pertinently.

"Better than what I pulled out."

Ning Yi smiled and pointed to the mountain.

"This sword was theirs before, mine, and now you."

Gu Xiaoyu saw some people in the clouds and fog on the mountain. Those people, who had looked up to him when he was in Xiling, were unattainable living gods... Now it seems that they are not far away.

Gu Xiaoyu saw a very conspicuous figure in purple robe. He knew the man's name.

Gu Ju.

Gu Ju frowned and looked down at himself coldly.

Gu Xiaoyu has seen too much contempt, so she habitually ignores it.

The reason why he did not interrupt his gaze was that Gu Ju just glanced at him and moved his gaze slightly down.

He was staring at what he was holding in his arms.

Mr. Ning's sword.

Such a look... Gu Xiaoyu has also seen it, and he knows what it means.

He took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Ning, are they here to steal your sword?"

Ning Yi shook his head and said, "It's your sword."

Gu Xiaoyu lowered her head silently.

"Did you see that little brat on purple robe?" Ning Yi whispered: "His name is Gu Ju, he is the little marquis of the Marquis of Pingnan. He has a good background and is not very capable."

"See it." Gu Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I know him."

The conversation between the two is concise and concise.

"Go up the mountain and beat him."

"good."

......

......

The guest official Jiang Yuxu still looked calm, with a gesture of holding Zhizhu, but he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

One big and one small, we began to climb the mountain along the stone steps of Tiejian Mountain.

Gu Xiaoyu, who was holding a man with a high sword, did not wear the pair of ragged straw sandals placed halfway up the mountain. He was reluctant to throw them away, so he bent down and picked them up with one hand, carried the heels of the shoes that were about to fall apart, and stepped on the stone steps step by step. It has to be said that the boy's bones were very exquisite. Although they looked like small bits of soybean rice grains, their body was surging and as solid as a rock. He held his long breath and went up the mountain with his long breath, and his breathing was always stable.

It's a good seedling.

The silence of the top of Tiejian Mountain at this moment comes mostly from the two people who climbed the top of the mountain.

Ning Yi's eyes were calm, and he glanced around, and passed by the little sword immortal Wang Yi, and placed it on the middle-aged Confucian scholar with extraordinary demeanor.

"You are the second person in Nirvana Realm, Jiang Yuxu, the great guest of the Gods and Immortals?"

When Jiang Yuxu heard this, he frowned. Is the second person in Nirvana?

Over the years, Jiang Yu has been scattered across the eastern border and is domineering. No one in the holy mountain dares to fight him.

Except for the great devil in Liuli Mountain in the East Realm, he has never been afraid of anyone in the Nirvana Realm!

He said second, who dared to say first?

Jiang Yuxu said with a blank expression: "Ning Yi, I have come from Changling's affairs. Since you are willing to go up the mountain to admit your mistake, then return the sword to the death!"

Words are put into the ground.

Thousands of silver threads shot out from the Taoist robe of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and a whisk inside his sleeves contained magnificent starlight, rushing towards Ning Yi all over the sky.

The next moment, a dazzling sword light flashed across the top of Iron Sword Mountain.

Jiang Yuxu's whisk silk threads were cut and broken under this sword.

Qianshou Wenzhong, who had not stood up in the chair, was so fast that no one could see it.

She pulled out the ancient sword on her junior brother Qi Ru's waist. At this moment, the sword body had already returned to the sheath, and the sword's first made a dull sound of shaking the sheath.

Qianshou said calmly: "Jiang Yuxu, as the Star Lord, are you too shameless to attack young people below the tenth level?"

The great guest of the Shenxianju narrowed his eyes, waved his sleeves, and the broken silk threads closed again.

Jiang Yuxu understood who the "No. 1 person in Nirvana" that Ning Yi said was... Half a century ago since the last time he fought with Qianshou Wenzhong, the master of Shushan has made great progress in his practice. He is indeed not an ordinary person and should not be underestimated easily.

The big real man smiled, thinking that nothing had happened just now, and said frankly: "Since that's the case, we will settle it one by one."

Ning Yi just laughed it off.

Jiang Yuxu remained silent and held down the little sword immortal Wang Yi who could no longer suppress the sword intent.

On the top of the Iron Sword Mountain, Gu Jushi, the young marquis of the Pingnan Marquis' Mansion, walked out.

He stood opposite Gu Xiaoyu, smiled and pointed to the long sword in the yellow-shirted boy's arms, and said, "This is my long energy in Qiangshan. I want to take it back. Do you have any objection?"

Gu Xiaoyu shook her head and said, "Mr. Ning just gave it to me, so this sword... is mine now, not your Qiangshan."

The boy in yellow robe breathed a sigh of relief and inserted his "long-lasting energy" heavily into the ground. A spider web was chiseled with sword energy at the bottom of his feet.

He stroked his sleeves, looked calm and said, "Please give me advice."

Gu Ju's tender face suddenly became gloomy.

"please."

The little Marquis of Pingnan stretched out one palm and made an invitation gesture.

The tranquility on Tiejian Mountain lasted for a short time.

Gu Xiaoyu had no intention of taking the initiative, but just stood calmly, neither anxious nor impatient, neither happy nor sad. He silently looked at the little marquis in purple robe.

Gu Ju sneered and said, "Then I'm not polite."

The figure disappeared instantly.

It is hard to imagine that this is a child who has not practiced. Because of the blessing of divine nature, the instant burst out faster than that of an ordinary adult man.

Gu Ju's braid flew up in the air, and he looked like a cheetah, stepping on the Iron Sword Mountain Hall, his figure was terrifyingly fast, and the bricks exploded out of thin air, instantly spreading to the thin young man in yellow shirt.

Gu Xiaoyu looked calm and her head turned to the right.

A strong wind blew over his temples, and Gu Ju's five fingers were like hooks, and he opened and closed his hands.

The Pingnan Marquis Mansion spent a lot of money to temper Gu Ju's body, drank leopard milk, and practiced body skills by stepping on the oil tank. He invited several martial arts masters who stood on the mountaintop of the East Realm to teach Gu Ju how to practice close-up fighting skills.

The hooks and pulls, all rubbing Gu Xiaoyu's ragged robe.

The withered boy with a pale face and thin skin stepped on the mountain like a rock. The figure on his upper body turned into blurred shadows after vague shadows. Countless strong winds exploded between Gu Ju and Gu Xiaoyu. The young marquis of the Marquis' Mansion of Pingnan was extremely accurate in every move, but Gu Xiaoyu was always able to escape "risk and dangerously".

Gu Ju's moves poured out, like a peacock spreading his tail. From a distance, if these moves were not too cruel, each move would have killed people, and it would look very much like the "Thousand Hands" that Ning Yi once beat.

In fact, when Gu Ju officially became a god of immortals, Jiang Yuxu, the guest minister who had fought with the owner of Shushan several times, personally gave a guide to Gu Ju's high level of martial arts, which was considered to have secretly learned how to rub the Qianshou's move together.

Gu Xiaoyu was extremely calm.

The fist shadows and palm shadows in his eyes were like heavy rain, slow and clear.

He can avoid it.

It was because Mr. Ning supported himself halfway up the mountain.
To be continued...