Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 243 Holy Shadow
On the open kiosk, several paper notices under the watchful eyes of the public, aroused the careerists in the whole world, green forest heroes, idlers, selfish desires, and greedy human nature. After learning of the existence of the power of death, all parties are ready to move .

"Hey, hey, have you heard? If the power of the death of the North Sea Lingzhou can be swallowed, it will be able to reach the sky in one step. By then, it will definitely be invincible."

In the teahouse by the roadside, a long-lasting one-eyed strong man who seemed to be struggling to live spoke.

"I heard that I heard about it, but such a thing is not so simple. You must know that Nanwulin also used the Shuige, but they took down the Beihai Lingzhou, but they still have nothing to do with that deadly force."

"That's still Shi Shui Pavilion, fighting around all day, making the whole martial arts turmoil." On the side, a young man dressed as a scholar said in a dissatisfied tone.

"It is said that the owner of the water pavilion is the head of the younger generation. In my opinion, he is a person who is seeking fame and hiding his ambitions."

"Hey, hey, brother, be careful, the strength of Shi Shui Pavilion is at its peak now, even Nan Batian, the Black Cross Society, and the Ouyang Family are far behind in the limelight. If it is leaked, I am afraid that brother will die without a place to bury him." The man next to the scholar said cautiously as he remembered.

This kind of attitude made the scholar even more dissatisfied, and immediately raised his voice a little bit, and said: "What's wrong, I said something wrong, Nan Wulin seems to be peaceful, but in fact Shi Shuige's family is the only one, although there is no name for dominance , but there is a time to dominate, and given time, his wolfish ambitions will be exposed, and it will be another martial arts catastrophe."

"Your Excellency, be careful, you have contributed a lot to building the water pavilion in the martial arts and the common people." At this time, a gray-robed and silver-haired monk with immortal demeanor said at the table beside him.

"A traitor is like a loyal one. Sooner or later, the world will recognize his true colors." The scholar said unconvinced.

"what."

The monk slowly put down the teacup in his hand, just chuckled, and stopped talking. Such an attitude made the scholar feel a little embarrassed.

"You, what are you laughing at?" The scholar looked at the monk, somewhat dissatisfied.

"It's nothing, I just thought of one thing." The monk swept the dust away and said calmly, "Er Cao's body and name are all destroyed, the rivers and rivers will not be ruined, and the water pavilion will be given. No matter what, it is enough to make people record in the history of Shenzhou." page, as for how many people?"

"You!"

Seeing the seemingly indifferent but extremely contemptuous look of the monk, the scholar was out of breath for a moment, and threw the teacup in his hand towards the monk.

The monk didn't move, he was still pouring himself a drink, after the teacup whirled in the air, it turned back and hit the scholar's head heavily, it was not as good as this, the teacup with only a little tea soup left, for some reason, got stuck inside. It was still full of boiling hot tea, and immediately poured it all over his head, and the scholar immediately let out a scream.

Seeing this, the few people at the same table at the side knew that the scholar had mentioned the iron plate, so they didn't dare to say a word, so they immediately hid away.

Seeing this, the monk just shook his head, took a few silver coins, and slowly got up and left.

It wasn't until the monk left that the people on the side dared to gather around again, cautiously looking at the miserable scholar.

"Who is that person, so powerful."

"I don't know, it seems like some kind of reclusive character."

"The power of death seems to have caused quite a disturbance."

"I seem to have heard of that person." At this time, an old man in the crowd squinted his eyes and said slowly, "In the past, in the north of the Central Plains, in a place of bitter cold, there was a monk who walked in the bitter cold and snow, and saved his life. Countless names and villages were enshrined by the local people."

"I remember, it seems to be called, Holy Trail..."

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To the north of the Central Plains, it is called Beiyu.

The Beichen Dynasty was established here and has been passed down for hundreds of years. The dynasty respects the sword, parallels civil and martial arts, the people inside are rich and peaceful, and the barbarians are obedient to the outside. , quite differently.

And in Beiyu, there is another place called Jufengli, there are quite a lot of skilled craftsmen living in it, most of the weapons used by Beichen Dynasty come from Jufengli.

Today, in Jufengli and in the small courtyard, two figures, one red and one black, confronted each other, not relying on foundation, not relying on heroism, pure sword confrontation, duel of moves, competition of sword intent, the two were indistinguishable for a while Xuan Jin, after dozens of moves, a wooden knife circled and slashed down, interrupting the battle between the two. Afterwards, a silver-haired old man with a wooden staff walked slowly outside the house. It was Linghu Shenyi, the master of Jufeng.

"Let's stop here. Wan Hongqu, and Tianlu, after another thirty moves, it will be difficult for the two of you to stop. I'm afraid you will be popular." Linghu Shenyi said.

"Yes." A handsome young man in black responded, then looked at Xuantong and said, "Your Excellency's sword skills are exquisite and extraordinary, and I admire you every step of the way."

"You're welcome, the sound of your sword is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and your awe-inspiring aura pierces through the heavens. Discussing moves with your Excellency, I regret that the red song has also gained a lot."

"Ha, the two of you, the swordsmanship and the principles of the sword are all in line with your own nature. I hope that one day, I can see you go further."

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Yi Yi Tian Lu and Xuan Tong replied at the same time.

Seeing this, Linghu Shenyi nodded slightly, then moved his hand, and a long sword with a black body was in his hand, Linghu Shenyi then handed it to Xuan Tong.

"This is?"

"This sword was made for you by the old man. It is far inferior to the divine weapon of the sky, but it is a pity that I can meet a swordsman like you and not be able to make a sword for you." Linghu Shenyi said slowly, "This sword is named Shangshan, which means "goodness is like water" in the Tao Te Ching. I hope you can use it properly."

Wan Hongqu heard the words, took the sword with a serious face, and said thank you.

The world only knows that Jufengli forges magical weapons, and the village head of Jufengli, Linghu Shenyi, is even better at swordsmanship.

But few people know how advanced Linghu Shenyi's smelting and casting skills are.

But Xuantong knew.

In the book given by Xuan Bin, it was mentioned that Linghu Shenyi, the name of God's Yipin.

"You don't need to be so polite, this front is cold in nature, but it can be used with all kinds of power and weapons. With your ability, it is not difficult to control it." Linghu Shenyi said slowly.

"Thank you again, Your Excellency." Xuan Tong said.

Linghu Shenyi shook his head with a smile, "There's no need to be so polite, it's getting late now, and it's time for you to set off."

"Yes." Xuantong nodded, and looked at Qianlu who was walking aside.

Seeing this, Yibu Qianlu chuckled, "Don't look at me like that, I've packed everything up, let's go."

"Well, be more careful." Linghu Shenyi nodded.

Xuantong put Shangshan back into the sword box and looked into the distance.

After being out for so long, it's time to go back, brother...

(End of this chapter)