The counselor He Taixu did things neatly and neatly, which was true. At noon the next day, he took Jinhua to Ziyun Peak to watch a play.
In Ziyun Villa, Ye Chuan was lying on a bamboo chair, leisurely tasting a pot of fine Yunwu Mountain Tea. The tea is a little bitter in the mouth, and then it has a hint of sweetness, which is memorable. Unfortunately, before finishing the cup of tea, Ye Chuan suddenly frowned and sensed a murderous aura coming from far away.
"How come the flies on this mountain are so blind that they can't even be wiped out?"
Ye Chuan shook his head, stood up and walked out.
Outside the Ziyun Villa, a man in black, with jade trees standing in the wind as tall as a mountain, walked slowly over, carrying a long sword on his shoulder.
This man with a handsome face made countless women scream when he walked into the streets and alleys. A pair of eyes, but as indifferent as water, as cold as two ice springs. He was walking very slowly, as if he were walking in the mountains, but one step was nearly ten meters. He seemed to be walking very slowly but with surprising speed, giving people an unreal illusion. What's even more shocking is that with every step he takes, the ground shakes, leaving a line of deep footprints on the ground that seem to be heavier than a mammoth.
Master!
Is this a master, a third-level monk, or a fourth-level monk
Ye Chuan's pupils tightened.
This was the first time he felt danger since he broke out of the God Burial Valley and became a human being again. This is not only because of the strong strength of the man in black, but also because of his eyes.
As a former Great Sage who covers the sky, Ye Chuan has seen this look a lot. This man in black is definitely a murderer who kills without blinking an eye, and he kills decisively! Judging from his attire, he must be a disciple of the Yunwu Sect, but when did such a figure appear among the younger generation of the Yunwu Sect
Ye Chuan frowned and searched the memories in his mind, but unfortunately, found nothing.
The man in black walked steadily and vigorously until he reached ten meters away from Ye Chuan, then suddenly stopped. A pair of sharp eyes fell on Ye Chuan as coldly as a knife, and he remained silent.
Ye Chuan was also silent, quietly sizing up this uninvited guest.
How many years, eight million years or ten million years? He has not encountered such an opponent for a long, long time. The murderous aura and heavy challenge coming towards his face made people nervous. They were more familiar and excited, and they vaguely returned to the era of covering the sky with one hand.
The sound of rustling sounds came from far away, and the figures looked longingly.
Not long after the man in black went up the mountain, a large group of people followed him outside Ziyun Courtyard to watch the excitement. At a glance, Ye Chuan saw several familiar figures.
The fat Zhao Dazhi came, looking nervous and uneasy, and the shrewd and unruly Zhu Sijia also came, looking equally nervous. Jin Hua, an elite member of the alchemy hall, also came, accompanied by his inseparable counselor He Taixu. The two of them hid behind the crowd. Unlike ordinary people, there was no tension or uneasiness on their faces. Instead, there was a sinister smile and a look of expectation. Eyes.
It's him again!
Boy, you are really tired of living!
Ye Chuan's eyes flashed coldly, and he probably understood what was going on. When the conspiracy failed, Jinhua and his adviser He Taixu came up with another trick. They were sinister and vicious, more troublesome than a mountain of flies, and would not give up until they saw the coffin. I just don’t know where they found a master and how they persuaded him to challenge them.
"Are you the sect leader's direct disciple, Ye Chuan?"
The man in black stared at Ye Chuan coldly, remained silent for a long time, and finally took the lead to break the silence.
Ye Chuan nodded, "Yes, I am Ye Chuan, who are you?"
"Nantiandu."
The man in black announced his name word by word.
There was a sudden cry of exclamation from the crowd of onlookers, and Ye Chuan also paused in his heart, suddenly thinking of someone.
Although the Yunwu Sect has been deteriorating in recent years, after all, the tree is big and the roots are deep, and the sect has a large number of people. In addition to many handymen, the disciples are divided into outer disciples and inner disciples, including ordinary disciples and elite disciples.
After some people get started, they are assigned to places such as the Patrol Hall, the Weapon Refining Hall, and the Alchemy Hall, where they each perform their duties and work hard to earn enough sect points to exchange for skills and treasures. Some people are different. As soon as they enter the sect, they find a remote place to practice alone. They are obsessed with the way of cultivation regardless of worldly affairs. Without the support of the sect, most people have limited achievements, but there have been many wizards in history. Nan Tiandu is a prodigy who practices alone among the younger generation of Yunwu Sect. It is said that he broke through to the monk realm by practicing alone when he was twelve years old. He has great magical powers and his cultivation level is far above that of Jinhua, the elite of the alchemy hall who is known as a genius.
In the past, Ye Chuan stayed at Ziyun Peak all year round and was not familiar with many aspects of the sect. He had only heard of Nan Tiandu's name a little bit and never thought that the two of them would have a confrontation. Unexpectedly, Nan Tiandu, who had always been practicing in seclusion and not caring about worldly affairs, would suddenly arrive.
"Once every five days, the time for the challenge has not come yet. Junior Brother Tiandu, what are you doing here?" Ye Chuan calmed down, calm and collected.
Nan Tiandu, who had always been cold and cold, had a hint of surprise on his face and looked Ye Chuan up and down again. Famous people are not as good as meeting each other. Everyone said that senior brother Ye Chuan was extremely mediocre, but in his eyes, the Ye Chuan in front of him was better than any other disciple. His calmness and calmness alone made countless people look inferior. He said coldly: " kill."
How crazy!
This is so bold and direct!
The onlookers exclaimed again, and Fatty Zhao Dazhi even opened his mouth wide in shock.
No matter how mediocre Ye Chuan was, he was still the eldest disciple of the sect in name only, the senior brother of the younger generation of disciples. If you don't follow the rules and attack him, you are breaking the law and committing the following serious crime. A few days ago, when he wanted to beat up Ye Chuan in the dark, the fat boy Zhao Dazhi was so nervous that he covered his face. Who has the courage and courage of Nan Tiandu
"Hahaha, okay, come on. But, can you tell me first, why?" Ye Chuan laughed. The powerful Nan Tian was more arrogant and arrogant than he expected, but he liked it.
If you want to slowly become stronger, or even become a great master again, you not only need to practice, but you also need an opponent like Nan Tiandu!
"If I kill you, the three sects will compete in the competition, and the sect will not be humiliated. If the Great Elder doesn't want to be a villain, let me, Nan Tiandu, be the villain!"
Nan Tiandu took a slow step forward, and in the next moment, his body swayed in front of Ye Chuan. The switch between speed and slowness only took an instant. With a clang, he pulled out the heavy sword from his back and thrust it out.
Ye Chuan looked up and saw that Nan Tiandu's tall figure was gone. His eyes were filled with dazzling sword light, and an extremely dangerous aura came closer and closer. On the ground, a deep furrow appeared like a plow, spreading straight across, and a harsh sound of breaking through the air filled the ears.
What a strong sword energy!
Everyone was frightened and hurriedly retreated.
The sword energy alone is so powerful, how can Nan Tiandu stop this sword? Will Ye Chuan, who bears the brunt of the attack, be torn into pieces, or will he be minced with a sword
Everyone gasped and looked tense, but Jin Hua, who was standing behind the crowd, held his head up and laughed.
"Hahaha, go to hell, kid! Want to fight me and steal my woman?"
Jinhua's face was ferocious, and the depression of many days was gone!