Japan.

It is about eighty kilometers away from the Dongjing City, and a mountain stands horizontally.

This mountain is a thousand meters tall and penetrates into the sky.

The stretching mountains span the Shizuoka Prefecture and Yamanashi Prefecture.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a prehistoric beast crawling here.

At this time, in the mountains, there was an old man who thought his hair and beard were all white, wearing a gray robe and sitting quietly.

The surrounding pines and cypresses are green, the streams are gurgling at feet, and the whispers are whispering in the ears.

The breeze blew, gently blew his clothes and robe.

But the old man remained motionless.

His eyebrows and eyes were tightly closed and his breath was long.

The whole person seemed to be integrated into this world.

It is integrated with this mountain and this water.

No one knows how long the old man has been sitting here, and no one knows why he is sitting here.

Only the seven-foot long sword beside him was inserted into the earth, reflecting the cold light of the scorching sun, shining brightly.

Boom ~

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a helicopter whizzed past and finally stopped in an open area not far away.

After a while, a young girl was wearing a purple-red kimono, and her three thousand black hairs hung down like a waterfall.

The skirt swayed in the wind, the jade legs under the skirt were slender and slender, and the snow-white skin was more frigid than snow.

With that pure and stunning face, the kimono woman seemed to have walked out of a painting.

Beautiful and refined, without causing dust.

What is even more surprising is that it is now in the cold, and the woman dressed in this way and did not show any coldness.

It seemed that in her eyes, this bitter cold wind was no different from the spring breeze in June.

After the girl appeared, she did not speak out.

I just stood respectfully beside the old man and waited patiently.

After the wind in all directions stopped, the girl in front of her smile respectfully said: "The cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, all things wither."

"Only here, the dead trees come to spring, the stream flows smoothly, and the cherry blossoms fly and butterflies dance."

"It seems that the teacher's Aoki Sword Intent has reached its peak and has achieved great success in his magical power."

"Congratulations to the teacher."

"By relying on this Qingmu sword intent, the teacher will dominate the country and reach the top of martial arts. It is just around the corner!"

The girl said with a smile, her gentle voice as if the spring breeze in June was very pleasing to the eye.

However, facing the girl's compliment, the old man still closed his eyes and sat quietly.

At this time, he shook his head: "The Qingmu sword intent is the strongest sword intent in my Sword God Palace. How easy is it to reach the best level?"

"My understanding of this sword intent is still far from that of you, Master Aoki, back then."

"However, even so, if you are a teacher in East Asia, you will have few enemies!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

His words were as sharp as the unsheathed sword beside him, with a sense of pride that was moving forward.

"By the way, Is there any news from Yingtian?"

"It's been more than a month since he received his order to enter China."

"Has he not brought that man's body yet?"

The old man asked in a low voice, and when he said this, his eyes never opened until the beginning and the end.

The kimono woman on the side changed slightly, and she replied in a low voice: "Teacher, I'm here today to report this matter to you."

"I have brought the body."

"only.."

The woman was silent for a moment.

The old man frowned: "Just something, say."

The woman in the kimono bit her red lips lightly, and then gritted her teeth. She said, "It's just a corpse, it's from Senior Brother Ying Tian."

What?
Chapter completed!