Cao Changyuan was puzzled, and no one else understood what Ye Wuzong was doing.

This is a completely strange thing.

Ye Wuzong did not attack Cao Changyuan, but instead practiced some kind of sword move on his own. But the little mute followed Ye Wuzong and went crazy, as if no one was around.

Ming Cang Jian looked at this scene with a very complicated expression and said lightly: "The way to practice swordsmanship is strange. This is exactly what I find most difficult to understand about this kid. No one knows what he is doing, but I realized that the sword moves he practiced are full of the essence of the killing sword."

When Xiao Yetong saw this scene, she was very curious and asked: "Grandpa Jian, what is your brother doing? It seems to be dancing."

Ming Cang Jian replied: "Tong'er, you are really lucky to have such an older brother. You are still young now. When you grow up, you will understand everything grandpa said."

Ye Tong opened his eyes wide and looked at his brother. At this time, Ye Wuzong's image in the girl's heart was so majestic.

Along the way, my brother always taught her some very strange cultivation methods, but after practicing, Ye Tong could truly feel where the strange scenes she saw came from.

My brother wants to train her to become a master.

Thinking secretly, the girl clenched her fists, her eyes firmly, and she shouted: "Come on, brother! Tong'er has fought, Tong'er is not afraid of these things, brother will definitely succeed, right?"

The girl's shouting was very loud and spread all around.

Many sword sects looked at her and felt very moved. They never expected that such an earth-shaking battle would lead to such a warm brother-sister friendship.

"Did you hear it?" At this time, in the slaughterhouse, Ye Wuzong looked at the little mute behind him and said lightly while fighting.

The little mute naturally heard Ye Tong cheering for his brother, and felt very guilty, lowered his head and nodded.

"Tong'er is two years younger than you. You are known as the reincarnation of the Sword Saint, but she is my sister and is forced to take on some things that should not be borne at this age, so do you think you are miserable?" Ye Wuzong asked.

His voice echoed in the little mute's ears. It made the little mute feel something and shook his head.

"As a sword saint, you must make up for the courage in your heart. The difficulties you will face in the vast world will be more painful than expected!"

"The only way to use the sword in your hand to fight for a bloody path!"

"This is what you should do, have you heard it?"

Ye Wuzong's voice was deafening.

Echoing in the little mute's ears, endlessly.

The little mute seemed to be inspired, or even stimulated, and used the iron sword in his hand to stab the enemy's body in the slaughter sect. The sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, implying the mysterious sword power.

The audience was shocked.

Ye Wujin deliberately did the potential to stimulate the little mute.

A qualified sword cultivator cannot give up on himself because of his innate disability, or his sword soul and spirit, and determine that he is useless for life.

Everything depends on one's firm thoughts.

Otherwise, there were actually many people who were more talented than Ye Jiuyou back then.

But in the whole world, the only person named Jiuyou Sword Emperor cannot be copied and no one can match him.

Cao Changyuan's face changed slightly, and the sword energy on his body spiraled up again, forming a strong sword wind.

"He is practicing the Sword Sutra...some way of evolving sword techniques by itself!"

His eyes were shocked, and the more he looked, the faster his heart beat.

Moreover, he also took this little mute to practice together.

Who is this guy?

In the slaughter, Ye Wuzhi was so obsessed with the help of the little mute that he would not fall into madness, but he was focused on breaking through the slaughter and had no time to take care of Cao Changyuan.

Cao Changyuan stopped watching and began to make moves. No matter what Ye Wujin was doing, he had a sense that this was extremely unfavorable to him.

Wow! Cao Changyuan attacked decisively, his body was as shaped like the wind. Soon, he approached Ye Wuzong.

Suddenly, Cao Changyuan saw a colorful ancient sword flying from the void. He was controlled by Qi Dongxuan and suddenly split a colorful sword light and slashed towards him.

Cao Changyuan knew that Qi Dongxuan was going to be a roadblock, and the other party would do his best to protect Ye Wuzhi.

"Zheng Master Qi, please give way." The sword power turned into a strong wind and blew everywhere.

Qi Dongxuan Zhuo stood up suddenly, his face calm: "Since it's a confrontation between the Sword Sect, Lord Cao Feng should know the rules."

"What rules?" Cao Changyuan frowned.

Yang Yanpo suddenly appeared, took a step, stood beside Qi Dongxuan, and smiled slightly at Cao Changyuan: "He is a junior, and seems to be trying to break the realm with some method. During this process, Lord Cao Feng should stop."

Cao Changyuan was slightly stunned and smiled faintly.

These two deputy masters... are really shameless.

If I don’t let me hurt him, I can speak out loud. I, Cao Changyuan, don’t want to kill this kid directly.

Furthermore, there are many reasons to say that the Deputy Minister has come forward to mediate the matter.

What are the rules of the Sword Sect?

I, Cao Changyuan, is the kind of person who is unruly?

"Qi Dianying wants to kill me, and this kid wants to kill me too. I draw his sword against him and wait patiently for him to successfully break the realm... Two deputy sects, is this the reason you mean?"

Yang Yanpo was a little embarrassed and nodded slightly: "It can be understood so."

Qi Dongxuan suddenly said, "Master Cao Feng, I can't care about so many things. I must protect this son."
Chapter completed!