The figure outside the door is elegant and refined, walking towards the people in the pavilion step by step, the long sword in his hand is filled with cold air.

The founder of Jinglingtai, Zhenjun Dingfeng once held this sword to set the rules for the entire world, even after seven hundred years.

There are talented people in the world from generation to generation, and many of them are amazingly talented and beautiful people. Just like Li Canglan, who was once in the limelight, he eventually disappeared and disappeared from the world.

Just like King Yan Jicheng, who was born on the battlefield, joined forces with thousands of troops, and entered the nine realms with a murderous spirit, his family was ruined.

The world may have long forgotten who Su Yan is, or may have long forgotten his handle with sand, but no matter what, they cannot surpass the name of Zhenjun Dingfeng.

In the world of swordsmanship, Jinglingtai can take eight fights, Li Canglan can take one fight, and the remaining one fight can be used by the swordsman of the world.

But now, the person holding this sandy sword is a young woman in white. She is extremely beautiful. At the moment when she is holding the sword, she is an immortal.

This is her swordsmanship.

"Li Yu from Jinglingtai? What a coincidence. One of my best friends is also a disciple of Jinglingtai. We can have a good talk if we have anything to say."

Although he tried his best to build a relationship, Wei Zigeng still stood with his sword in front of him, not daring to take even a step back.

A sword cultivator at the peak of the Yuheng Realm, the most outstanding female disciple of the Pure Spirit Stage, any one of them would be a powerful figure in any place in the world.

"Tell me carefully? I'm afraid the young shopkeeper won't be able to agree to this request easily."

Xu Yue stood by with a gun and shouted loudly:

"Look at you, this little girl, who is quite handsome. Why are you so unreasonable in your words? You strike first without even saying a word. Is this the way people in the world do things?"

A pretty little girl?

Xu Yue is probably the only one who talks to Li Yu like this in Jianghu today, but only a person with Xu Yue's state of mind would talk like this to a Kaiyang realm sword cultivator who is famous in Jianghu.

But Xu Yue's words did have an effect.

Li Yu was slightly moved when he heard this, put his sand sword into its sheath and walked towards the group of people.

Xu Yue looked at the steps of the woman in white, turned his head slightly and said softly to Liangqiu's speaker:

"Hey, have you ever beaten her?"

The Liangqiu speaker said helplessly:

"She is a peak sword cultivator in the Yuheng Realm. Even if my sister and I join forces, I am afraid we will not be her opponent."

Xu Yue glanced coldly and looked up and down at Liangqiu's speaker, who had a big bead of cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Hey, what's your look like?"

Xu Yue looked disdainful and said:

"The talk about Hades is so colorful. I think all of them must be masters. Even if they are not masters, they must be masters in the world. Isn't it possible to imagine that a Yuheng realm swordsman could stump two Hades kings?"

By now, Li Yu had arrived in front of everyone, and she had listened to the words of Xu Yue and Liang Qiu.

The red lips parted slightly, and Li Yu's cold voice sounded, with a slight smile in it.

"It's not his fault. I've heard for a long time that the first palace of Hades is in charge of assassinations, and the second palace is in charge of espionage. Nothing in this world can be hidden from the ears of the two of them. They are not good at fighting head-on. If the two are in the dark, I am afraid that even I can't prevent them.

of."

Li Yu's words really gave the Liangqiu brothers and sisters a lot of face. After hearing these words, the Liangqiu speaker straightened up a bit and sounded slightly proud.

"Did you hear that this heroine is a truly knowledgeable and experienced martial artist?"

Liangqiu Huaren watched the singing and harmony between her brother and Xu Yue, and a smile appeared on her face that she hadn't seen for a long time. In fact, she didn't even notice that she was being infected by Xu Yue step by step, and she became less sad and sad.

Suddenly, Liangqiu's speaker changed his mind. His previous composure was gone, his muscles were tense, and he clenched the dagger in his hand tighter. Liangqiu's painter also realized something, with fear in his eyes, and he looked at Xu subconsciously.

Yue.

Li Yu waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Hey, don't be nervous, you two. I don't care about the favor of Hades. When will I, a disciple of Jinglingtai, ask for the protection of Hades?"

Although Hades is called the inner world and the shadow of the outer world, there are two places that they dare not cross no matter what.

Lingzhou Jingling Terrace and Yuzhou Yuyu Tower.

Not to mention that there are two true kings in the Immortal Realm who are in charge, just talking about the two Seven Magical Treasures of Houtian are already beyond the reach of countless people. Even the Dali Dynasty needs to be courteous to this.

"Then why are you here?"

Although Li Yu had sheathed his sword, Wei Zigeng did not dare to underestimate the female swordsman in white in front of him.

The swordsman's sword is still in her heart, not to mention that at her level, there is no need to use the sword to kill people.

Li Yu's red phoenix eyes were slightly raised, his smile was cold, and he had the innate pride of a great sect.

"I have a disciple at Jinglingtai named Su Zhan. Does the young shopkeeper recognize him?"

Two years later, when Wei Zigeng heard this name again, his heart trembled. This feeling was stronger than when he had competed with Xu Yue before.

He tried hard to control his expression and spoke calmly.

"I know, he is what I call a close friend. I wonder why Fairy Li asked about this? He has already..."

"He is dead."

Dead! Dead! Dead...

These two words echoed in Wei Zigeng's mind. He could tell himself countless times that Su Qier was dead, but he could never hear it from other people.

Wei Zigeng said with no trace of trauma:

"Yes, he is already dead, so why is Jinglingtai still looking for him?"

"I'm here to find his sword."

As he spoke, Li Yu pointed to the rusty old sword in Wei Zigeng's hand and said:

"Even the sword in the young shopkeeper's hand is useless to the young shopkeeper, but to me..."

Interrupting her, Wei Zigeng did not hesitate and spoke firmly:

"No."

Li Yu was not angry, he was calm and relaxed.

"Young shopkeeper, I see that your breath seems to be only a thin line away from the Kaiyang realm, and the young shopkeeper knows that you have unintentionally inherited many causes and effects. This sword is one of your causes and effects. Why not give it to me?

How about settling a cause and effect, and in exchange for this sandy sword in my hand?"

Li Yu was full of confidence. He didn't think anyone in the world could refuse such an offer.

The rusty iron sword was indeed of no use to Wei Zigeng, it could even be said to be a karma, and it would be great if someone took over the karma for him.

"Sandy?!"

The painter Liangqiu, King of Chujiang, who had been silent by the side, couldn't help but speak when he heard these two words, with a surprised expression.

Xu Yue looked at her and asked:

"What's the matter, sister Liangqiu, this sword is very famous?"

The speaker in Liangqiu nodded to himself and said:

"It is recorded in the archives of the Second Hall that there is mortal iron in the north. It took three hundred years to forge the sword's body, thirty years to temper it, and then three years to open its blade. There is no other soldier in the world who can match it. The one holding it is Su..."

After thinking again and again and trying his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, Liangqiu speaker continued:

"The one who holds it is Su Yan."

"Su Yan? Who is Su Yan? He has the same surname as Su Qier."

The Liangqiu brothers and sisters both looked frightened when they heard Wei Zigeng's words, and the Liangqiu speaker used all his strength after saying this name, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Su Yan is the common name of Zhenjun Dingfeng, the founder of Jinglingtai, just like the common name of Zhenjun Taixuan, Lin Zhumao."

"Call the elders by their first names. This time I will give you a small punishment but a big warning. I expect that old guy Dingfeng won't say anything."

In an instant, a voice came from under the nine heavens, reaching everyone's ears like thunder. Li Yu spat out a mouthful of blood and gasped for air.

"Junior Li Yu knows his mistake."

After a long time, Li Yu straightened his waist again, breathed a long sigh of relief, and adjusted the disordered qi in his body.

"This is the Immortal Realm of Immortality? When you read its name, you will get the power of heaven?"

Xu Yue was still immersed in the previous shock, staring at Li Yu with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"What do you think? The young shopkeeper is willing to exchange Su Zhan's sword with me?"

Wei Zigeng snorted coldly, but still did not hesitate.

"I don't want to, the path of spiritual practice is inherently bumpy. If I believe that I can break through the realm by taking over the cause and effect, then what have I done in practice?"

Wei Zigeng put the sword in front of himself and said:

"This sword is of great significance to me. I promised its owner to return it to his mother in person and tell her that his son is a swordsman, so Fairy Li, please forgive me for my inability to obey."

After Li Yu patiently listened to Wei Zigeng's words, he felt a little ups and downs in his heart, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Su Zhan is really honored to have a friend like you. With such a sincere heart, your future will be limitless, but..."

As soon as the conversation changed, Li Yu held the long sword in its scabbard, but the sword energy had spread in all directions. From the white-clothed fairy as the midpoint, the air was like ripples layer upon layer. When it passed through the tables and chairs in the pavilion, it left behind
To be continued...