Xu Fengnian followed Ye Qi, who was not talking much, and couldn't see the situation at sea clearly. She was really bored, so she lowered her head and looked down at the tower. She saw the two people under the tower, her eyes stern, and she said, "Mr. Ye, there are people below."

Ye Qi looked down and said, "It's Mr. Deng, I'm not here to kill you."

"Hey hey hey, Mr. Ye, am I as afraid of death as you said?" Xu Fengnian said unconvincedly.

Ye Qi glanced at him and waved to Deng Tai'a downstairs.

Deng Tai'a Wen, who was under the tower, smiled softly and didn't know what he had told the young man Shutong. Shutong led the donkey away, and he stepped on the eaves of the tower to the top.

"Brother Ye, long time no see you." Deng Tai'a said first.

Ye Qi nodded, looked at the sword box behind Deng Tai'a, and sensed the sword intent, and said, "Isn't it a pity that these twelve flying swords are going to be sent?"

Deng Tai'a smiled and said, "Who asked me to have a nephew, of course, I just repaid my gratitude."

Ye Qi smiled knowingly and looked at the East China Sea. Thunder flashed in the water clouds on the sea, just like the clouds wrapped in purple spider webs.

"I was taken advantage of by the old sword god." Deng Tai'a looked there, then looked at Ye Qi again, and said, "Brother Ye, although the luck is invisible and intangible, the key is to affect the general trend of the world. The three religions and the world cannot be separated from it. If you kill Zhao Huangchao and Zhao Xuansu, two human beings on earth, you should be called a sword immortal, right?"

The tower was silent. The prince of Beiliang, who was forgotten by the two top swordsmen in the world, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He looked at the two swordsmen and said, "Two, if you think it's not enough to just look at the battle in the East China Sea and want to fight, should you consider changing places?"

Ye Qi yawned, and the silent aura on the tower recovered as before, and said, "It's almost a sword immortal, but I didn't borrow the luck of the two old immortals to divide you into one, and I won't compete with you today."

Deng Tai'a looked at Ye Qi in confusion, as if he had thought of something. He glanced at Xu Fengnian who had just stepped on the side and said, "It seems that he can only return with a disappointment today."

Ye Qi said: "Another day."

Xu Fengnian interrupted and said, "Mr. Ye, won't anyone really come to Wudi City today, right?"

Ye Qi did not speak up and looked down the tower with Tai Ah Deng.

An old man in black with eyebrows as long as willow branches came to the bottom of the tower at some point, with his arms empty sleeves open and smiling at the three people on the tower.

Deng Tai'a said in surprise: "After exchanging arms with Senior Li, this old man almost faded out of the world. He didn't expect that he would be the one who came today."

Ye Qi said in a plain tone: "This opponent cannot be given to you."

"Brother Ye, you are a little unkind." The Peach Blossom Sword God, who is known as the official Cao of Western Chu, said with an expression like a resentful woman in the deep palace: "First, the old sword god robbed Wang Lao Monster's first, but you didn't fight Deng. Now one of them has finally appeared, and you still have to take the lead. This is rude."

Xu Fengnian, on the other hand, was still struggling with the first sentence Deng Tai'a said after seeing the old man, and exchanged arms with Senior Li. Could it be that the broken-armed old man under the tower is another master among the masters?

"Two, who is that old man?"

Ye Qi said: "Sui Xiegu, I like to eat all kinds of famous swords. The Sword Emperor of Western Shu and Lao Huang were his disciples. When Lao Li fell into the realm, his power was still there, and the two of them fought to the point."

"Old Huang?" Xu Fengnian's eyes darkened and he continued: "Old Huang and the Sword Emperor of Western Shu are both his disciples? They also exchanged arms with Lao Li. Such a master actually has the habit of eating swords, which is really rare."

The old man with broken arms at the bottom of the tower saw the person above just talking to himself. Although he had lived for nearly a hundred years, his heart was still as straightforward as he had just entered the world. He looked up impatiently and shouted: "The one above, have you said enough? Who is Xu Fengnian and Ye Qi? Come down and let me kill me."

Ye Qi looked at Deng Tai'a and said, "You have heard that it's not that I robbed you first, but that he was going to find me."

Deng Tai'a spread his hands and curled his lips, "Okay, okay, at worst, I won't be able to draw the sword today, but in the future, Deng will ask you to compete with swords again, and you can't let it go."

Ye Qi nodded and jumped down from a tower that was nearly ten feet high with his sword.

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Ye Qi looked at Sui Xiegu, who was as old as Wang Xianzhi, and asked, "When Huang Sanjia asked you to come?"

Sui Xiegu put his hands on his white eyebrows and said leisurely: "Yes, no, I just heard from Old Man Huang say, you first killed Zhao Huangchao, then defeated Deng Tai'an's stubborn boy, and killed a few immortals on Longhu Mountain. The swordsmanship is something you haven't seen in the world. It should be noted that the world is long, and although generations of masters have left many classics and wonderful methods, the wonderful principles are nothing more than changing the soup and not changing the medicine.

Four hundred years ago, Gao Shulu set a precedent for the martial artist and created a first-class and fourth realm. This is interesting. However, since then, there has been no novelty in the world. I have to eat swords and have no intention of taking a sword path, but how difficult it is?

Since the old man Huang said that your sword technique has never been seen in the world, I came after thinking about it. There is another reason. Lu Zu hung his sword in Wudang for hundreds of years. I didn’t go to drink it because I admire Lu Zu’s sword. Since the sword is in your hands, it has nothing to do with Lu Zu. As for Xu Xiao’s son, he will take his life instantly.

Today, let me see if your swordsmanship is different from the world. If you are really as powerful as the rumors are now, if you die, let me eat the sword. If you are strong, I will give you this life."

Ye Qi said: "After the sword path, you can't build a car behind closed doors. Li Chungang fights Wang Xianzhi today, and his spirit will probably go by about 10,000 yuan. If you draw a sword, it will be difficult to reach the peak of the East China Sea now. Ye is regretful that Deng Tai'a's sword control is better than sword control. I have also learned that the remaining swordsmen in the world are only Sui Xiegu. Today, I come to Wudi City to see if I can wait for you."

Sui Xiegu smiled heartily and said good words. At the end, the one-armed old man who likes to eat swords looked at the head of the Wudi city wall, which was almost only scars of swords and guns, let go of Baimei's right hand, and hooked his fingers.

High above the city of Wudi City, a long sword that was not borrowed from the East China Sea by the old sword god flew out and flew into his hands in a flash. This sword ranks fourth in the world, named Huang Lu.

"Go to the East China Sea together?" Sui Xiegu's voice was hoarse and low like a night owl. As soon as he spoke, his tone also had the heroic spirit that the men of the martial arts would not lose when they were old.
Chapter completed!