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The snowstorm fell upon his body, and even some tiny snowflakes appeared on his hair. The cold wind was still as bone-chilling as ever.

Cardinal once again looked at the old man in front of him. He seemed to be in his forties, and he was brimming with vitality, like a god! Do you still think that this person, with his sword intent and sword aura, is a white-robed, white-haired old man?

After the Cardinal had retreated, he already had a plan in mind. If he couldn't kill them, he could only retreat!

Cardinal turned around and was about to fly away.

However, the white-clothed old man didn't chase after him. Instead, he stood on the spot. "Kid, you really look like a person."

Cardinal did not want to fight anymore, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Who do you think you are?"

The white-clothed old man returned the original message, "Ye Bufan, the Saint who kills at night."

Cardinal didn't have the habit of leaving his back to a powerful expert. Although he was retreating, he was also constantly paying attention to the white-clothed old man's movements. As long as there was anything wrong with his actions, Cardinal would immediately flee.

He did not feel dejected, but instead felt that it was a pity that this was the end of the journey to Mount Hua.

The white-clothed old man suddenly asked, "How is it, is that old fellow still well?"

Cardinal stopped walking and stared at the white-robed old man, he was already more than fifty steps away.

"How are you?" Cardinal Cheng asked.

"Right, how has the old fellow been in recent years?" The white-clothed old man asked.

It was clear that he had already guessed the origins of Cardinal. The Great Tortoise Breath Technique, the Killing technique, and the Soul Search Blade.

All of these indicated one person, Ye Bufan.

It also pointed out one thing. He was the infant that Ye Bufan had desperately taken away all those years ago.

Suddenly, he did not want to run anymore. Even if they were both injured, even if he himself was dead, because this person who had mentioned him the most was the person he respected the most.

"He's dead." Zhu Cheng calmly said.

The white-clothed old man seemed to not have expected this, and he was only slightly absent-minded as he muttered, "Dead?"

Cardinal was silent.

The white-clothed old man seemed to have thought of something and asked, "When did he die?"

In his heart, Shu Cheng was puzzled. What was the relationship between this old man and his master? Why did he ask such a question and why didn't he use his killing move?

"One year ago," he replied coldly.

The white-clothed old man muttered to himself twice. "Dead. One year ago?"

Cardinal furiously roared, "Are you f * * king annoyed!? If you want to fight, fight! I'm not running anymore! Not yet? "

The white-clothed old man was amused. "This isn't like your master."

In the past, when the old man was still young, he had roamed the world looking for people to exchange blows with. He had won a hundred times over, and his clothes were white like snow.

Finally, one day, a person appeared. He was entangled and killed for half a month!

This was not the most crucial point. The most crucial point was that the person seemed to be invisible, like a ghost, soundless and omnipresent.

You would never know if the firewood seller on the street was him, if the waiter was him, if the cloth seller was him.

That person's unique skill was to be completely silent, as if it were the same as anything else. Yet it also possessed poisonous spikes, and was different from anything else.

One hit kill! If his attack failed, he would leave.

Within half a month, he had suffered unspeakably, and there were many wounds on his body. In at most seven days, he would definitely be assassinated.

Later on, after some investigation, he finally found out the name of that person — Ye Bufan, the Saint Slayer of the Night.

At that time, the death gate had not been established yet. Between the two of them, it was like a cat catching a mouse while he was a mouse.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Then, the white-clothed old man asked again, "You are his disciple?"

"Yes." Cardinal nodded. "One and only disciple." Then he tightened his grip on his Soul Absorbing Blade.

The white-clothed old man withdrew his sword intent and wanted to approach the Cardinal.

Taking a few steps forward, Cardinal retreated a few steps back.

The white-clothed old man was stunned, then he started laughing loudly.

Cardinal Cheng heard him laugh, but he did not. The pressure in his heart was almost enough to let the Cardinal observe it in detail.

When the snowflakes fell to the ground, they gradually melted.

The wind blew past him, bringing with it a chill.

The old man stood there without moving, as if he really did not intend to kill anyone.

The white-robed old man laughed and asked, "Why have you come to Hua Mountain?"

Cardinal Cheng knew that he had come here for revenge, so how could he be willing to reveal his true purpose?

"Come learn the Sword of Mount Hua!"

The old man in white didn't believe it at all, but he didn't kill him.

"Go, just treat it as me giving him face." The white clothed old man said.

Cardinal remained motionless.

"Why didn't you leave?" The white-clothed old man asked again.

He asked doubtfully, "You won't kill me?"

The white-clothed old man laughed. "Why would I kill you?"

"Kill our sect's final fire core." His tone was calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"Why do I want to exterminate the Door of Death's Fire Seed?" The white-clothed old man asked again.

"Because you think that killing a door is evil! If you want to get rid of it, do it quickly! "

The white-clothed old man smiled, but he didn't say anything. He put his hands behind his back, completely without any intention of attacking.

Seeing him act this way, it was very clear that he did not take her seriously. In reality, it was impossible for him to be his opponent. Even if he used all his strength, he still might not win.

As he thought about this, he forgot one thing. The old man knew that his own inner force was not the inner force of the Hua Shan Sect.

"How did your master die?" The old man asked.

When he thought of his master, he also became a bit sad. "He died from an internal injury he had left behind in his early years."

The white-clothed old man seemed to be slightly curious. "When did he leave his hidden injuries?"

In his heart, Shu Cheng was very frustrated. He couldn't beat this old man, but he didn't expect to get off the mountain just like that.

"Master said it was left behind by the Sword God of Mount Kunlun."

The white clothed old man was furious, "I have been asking for a sword my entire life, and I have yet to dare to become a god! Yet that kid Karakorum actually dares to call himself the God of Swords? "

Huai Cheng did not say anything, but he was secretly surprised. The white-clothed old man's style of doing things was far from what he had imagined.

"I went to Mount Hua to learn the sword just for revenge."

As he spoke these words, it was as though the person he wanted to take revenge on was someone else, not someone from the Hua Shan Sect.

The white-clothed old man asked, "You really want to learn the sword?"

Huai Cheng nodded. "Learning the sword can help me become stronger. I will learn from it."

The white-clothed old man laughed out loud. "It's good to learn the sword, it's good to learn the sword. Don't learn the saber. Actually, the sword is the king among the soldiers."

Cardinal Cheng asked tentatively, "Does the Hua Shan Sect still have a place for me?"

The old man in white smiled. "Why not?"

"Because I am a murderer of the clan."

The old man in white said, "The 'Death Gate' no longer exists. You are now Ye Bufan's disciple."

He paused, "And he is a disciple of Ye Bufan, who is willing to learn the sword."

Cardinal was extremely perplexed, and was completely at a loss as to what to do. All he knew was that this white-clothed old man seemed to have some sort of relationship with his master.

While the white-clothed old man was still in doubt, if the white-clothed old man were to make a move then the scholar would definitely kill him. This was the deadly terror of being distracted against an enemy.

If he was careless, he would die without a burial.

The white-clothed old man had inadvertently already brought Cardinal into this Concept. Thus, the wariness in his heart had also lessened.

Fortunately, the white-clothed old man truly did not plan to take action. Otherwise, he would only regret it after he was dead. As it turned out, it was his own negligence.