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The white-clothed old man sat down cross-legged.

"You are his disciple. Don't you know that he is unwilling to learn the sword?"

Upon hearing the white-clothed old man say this, Cardinal Zhu Cheng carefully thought back. In truth, he truly did not know. In truth, his master had also never told him about this.

The white-clothed old man smiled. "Good, good, good. It's good that you're willing to learn the sword."

"… …" said Huai Cheng, completely lost in thought. You know my master? "

The white-clothed old man clapped his hands and stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes, watching them melt in his palm.

"If you don't know me, why would I tell you so much?" The white-clothed old man asked.

The two of them were separated by forty steps, but the Cardinal also sat down.

If he did not have killing intent, how could he not feel it?

Sometimes things didn't need to be stated, and they didn't need to be said.

"Tell me, what kind of person is he?" Huai Cheng asked the white-clothed old man.

The white-clothed old man didn't say anything and sunk into deep thought. "He's a good person, just that he's a bit too entangled."

Cardinal Cheng asked, "Confining on and on?"

The old man in white laughed, "Yes, you are right. You don't know that back then, that kid had a soft spot for me and admired my swordsmanship very much. He chased after me everyday to compete with me, only thinking of stealing my skills and learning a few moves to run rampant in the martial arts world."

Cardinal rolled his eyes, looked at the drifting snowflakes in the sky, and said, "Keep boasting, how could a person like my master possibly admire anyone? How could you do such a thing? "

The old man in white sighed. "If the martial arts world lost them, they would lose a lot of color."

Cardinal looked up at the sky, the cold wind rustling. He exhaled a breath of hot air. "Just what sort of relationship do you have with each other?"

The white-clothed old man shook his head and smiled. "Forget it, I'm too lazy to say."

Cardinal didn't ask, he only stared blankly at the snowflakes falling down from the sky. Cardinal thought to himself, this snowfall, it won't be long before it stops.

The white-clothed swordsman was in high spirits. People called him Jiang Hu. The white clothed swordsman was like snow, and the sword of Jiang Hu was sent out. He had to pay the bill.

Since they left the mountain, not a single one of them had lost.

But one day.

"So, you are Bai Yixue, with a sword of the martial arts world, paying the price?" A man in black was sitting on the roof. His tone was frivolous and he sounded like he wasn't in the right. He was confident and arrogant.

The white-clothed youth didn't say anything else. He lightly patted his sword scabbard, and his sword flew out, aiming straight for the black-clothed man's sword.

The sword pierced a hole through the eaves, sticking straight into the eaves.

"Hey!" "Bro, you're not good enough. You shouldn't even say hello when you attack." The black-clothed man mocked from the side.

The man in white waved his hand towards the sword and it flew back into his hand. "I am paying the bill. Who are you?"

"Me? "I still don't have a better title. My big brother and third brother both went to work. I was so bored by myself, so I wanted to find someone to enjoy it." the man in black said.

"So, you're looking for me to compete in martial arts?" The man in white replied.

The black-clothed man flicked his pinky, "You can think of it that way."

The man in white frowned. Who in the martial arts world wouldn't give him face? This person was extremely casual and his actions were very rude, making him feel unhappy.

"Since that's the case, then I shall see the real deal!"

As soon as the man in white finished his words, he brandished his sword and flew straight towards the man in black.

The black clothed man dodged to the side. You won't ask me my name for a spar? "

"Dead people don't need names."

The two continued to fight endlessly.

The man in black ran far away. "No, no, no, no. Can we stop fighting?"

The man in white held his sword with an angry tone, "You only know how to run?"

The black clothed man raised both his hands, "I can't beat you. What can I do? I can only run."

"You're not even prepared to challenge me yet?"

The man in black declined to comment. "Like I said, I was just bored."

The man in white didn't say a word as his long sword flew out from his hand and slashed at the man in black.

The man in black sighed in admiration as he ran, "What a guy, controlling the sword with sword intent."

The man in white frowned and shouted, "Sword intent! "I'm fascinated!"

The longsword seemed to have heard the order and it suddenly flew out. Its speed was more than doubled!

The saber in his hand finally managed to block the sword with great difficulty. Not only did the sword not stop, it was extremely tyrannical. After blocking the sword, he said, "Hey, hey, hey. I already said I couldn't beat you. Why are you chasing after me?"

The man in white turned a deaf ear to his words and leapt up with his sword in hand. The sword vibrated and the man in black was forced back a few steps, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.

The man in white said coldly, "I'm a bit bored right now, you can take on so many of my swords, it'll be nice to have some fun."

"... and I thought I was the only one who was so bored. There's actually one more. Oh my god! Can this world be any more boring!? "

The man in white raised his sword and smiled. "Are you ready? I'm coming. "

The sword intent was dense, the white robe was floating in the air, and the long sword was dancing in the air.

Her eyes were shining brightly. She was dressed in black and her body was moving and dodging leisurely.

The black clothed man, Ye Bufan, and the white clothed man had to pay the bill.

"If you chase after me again, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The black-clothed man said angrily.

"Heartless? What do you want? " The man in white spoke in a teasing tone.

Ye Bufan suddenly made his move. He jumped up in an instant and held his saber backwards as he slashed down on Ye Bufan's head!

The man in white turned pale with fright and backed up a dozen steps. "You!"

The man in black scratched his head, "My blade is a killing knife. This is the first time I've used it in a martial arts sparring."

After the man in white was shocked, he returned the sword back to his hand.

"Then I will also use my true ability to fight with you. It'll be a decisive battle."

"Why do people in the martial arts world like to compete for power? They take peace as their price, old brother."

"Cut the crap!"

The black-clothed man once again retreated.

"You only know how to run?" The man in white was furious. He had already treated him as an opponent that he could exchange blows with, but he still acted like he did not care at all! This feeling made him very unhappy!

He was not afraid of others calling him weak, he was only afraid that others would not care about him, but it did not matter, as if he was not a threat at all!

The man in black turned his head back as he ran and said, "I don't want to do it either. I just can't do it anymore. If I can't do it, I'm going to retreat."

The man in white did not want to hear it and said angrily, "We will have a good fight today!"

The man in black was complaining nonstop. If he knew earlier, he wouldn't have bothered playing with you. You can't joke around.

"Really? I didn't mean to provoke you. Your qinggong is inferior to mine, and my killing power is inferior to yours. We each have our own strengths and weaknesses, so stop."

The man in white turned a deaf ear to the attacks of the sword. The man in black could only dodge the sharp sword qi and survive the powerful sword intent.

The black-clothed person ran while looking back, and he was also a little angry, "F * ck me! You're going too far! "

The man in white laughed. "So what if I'm bullying you?"

The black clothed man sped up, a call from far away, "Don't regret it!"

The man in white couldn't catch up to him at all and kept his sword.

This kind of person, they would beat him every time they saw him! It was just that there was nothing, just that it was despicable!

At that time, Bai Yi was the first person to travel in the martial world. He was a talented disciple of the Hua Shan Sect and was well-known throughout the world.