A young and handsome monk, dressed in cassocks like snow, with blue waves looming, slowly stepped into the small courtyard.

"you……!"

The sword master with disheveled frosty hair suddenly stood up.

Listening to Wu Ming's intention, the young monk in front of him had been peeping at him for quite some time. It was unbelievable that he didn't notice at all.

Chen Yi raised his hand and saluted: "Hahaha, little monk Sanzang is the Shaolin demon monk mentioned by the sword master benefactor."

The sword master looked even more shocked: "Are you the one who defeated Xiongba with one move?"

"It should be the little monk."

"Impossible...no reason..."

The Juggernaut fell into deep self-doubt.

He knew the horror of dominating this person.

Even he was not completely sure of victory.

Although martial arts requires talent, talent does not mean everything.

No matter how good your talent is, it still takes time to hone and accumulate.

Especially internal strength.

He had never seen the martial arts skills of the young monk in front of him before.

But that faint aura, as deep as the sea and as heavy as a mountain, cannot be faked.

It was obvious that his inner strength had reached a level that made him feel unattainable.

Wu Ming, who was known as a martial arts legend back then, may not have had such skill.

He was certain that this monk was not some old monster with good looks, he was only around 30 years old at most.

Even if he started practicing martial arts in his mother's womb, he wouldn't have such deep internal strength.

At that time, Wuming was already the only swordsman genius seen in thousands of years. He was simply born for the sword.

He was already in his forties when he defeated invincible opponents all over the world and was called a martial arts legend.

And what he relies on is not his profound skills, but his unparalleled level of swordsmanship.

No matter what the martial arts skills of this monk are, this alone is already better than Wu Ming's back then.

"The young monk is just lucky enough to achieve this level of achievement. It's not worth mentioning."

Chen Yi was obviously very honest, but it made people feel that this guy was obviously pretending.

Not worth mentioning? If you want to be mentioned, don’t you have to go to heaven?

A fluke? You try again?

Chen Yi seemed unaware of the gazes of the two people and said with a smile: "Compared with Mr. Wuming's Heavenly Sword Realm, how does it really compare?"

The sword master suddenly remembered that the monk had mentioned Heavenly Sword when he appeared just now. He couldn't believe it and looked at Wuming in surprise: "You..."

His white hair suddenly rose in the wind, and his whole body was filled with sword energy. In an instant, the entire Chinese Pavilion seemed to be enveloped in a realm where only swords existed.

Unparalleled edge everywhere!

It's painful to the eyes and makes your heart feel cold.

Fortunately, the sword master had no intention of hurting anyone or destroying anything. The sword energy that filled every inch of the space moved as he pleased, and was poured out towards Wuming.

Wuming was still sitting at the table, as if he didn't hear anything, holding a wine glass in his hand and pouring himself a drink.

That sword energy, which is as endless as the Yangtze River, can crush even a mountain.

Surging three feet away from him, the sword master was horrified to find that the edge of his sword energy was out of his control. It spun around violently, coiling around Wuming's body, as if it had become spiritual, and he was joyful.

Jumping for joy and dancing endlessly.

"Buzz~!"

A strange sound suddenly came from afar, becoming more and more numerous and dense.

"Whizzing!"……

Suddenly I saw thousands of cold lights tearing through the sky and coming through the sky.

It kept falling in the courtyard and inserted into the ground, making a clanging sound.

It turned out to be a long sword of different lengths and widths. The sword's blade was trembling continuously, and it was faintly bending towards Wuming who was sitting at the table.

It is larger than the Sword Saint Sword Domain, and fills the void with a more terrifying edge.

"Wan Jian worships!"

Dugu Sword Master's face turned pale and he sat down on his chair sadly.

After a long time, the sharp edge of the sword energy belonging to the sword master gradually disappeared into the void like a mud cow entering the sea, and completely disappeared.

Thousands of long swords in the courtyard roared loudly and pierced the air again.

Each returned to his master's scabbard, leaving countless swordsmen shocked and confused.

In the courtyard, there was only one simple sword left, still trembling.

The Sword Master raised his head, with a mixture of joy and sadness on his face: "There is a cloud in the legend of swords. Metaphysical swords have no one in ancient times. Ten thousand swords respect them and worship them like gods..."

"You...have really reached the realm of Heavenly Sword..."

He was happy that he would be lucky enough to meet the Lord of Heavenly Sword in his lifetime.

The sad thing is that the person who has reached such a supreme level of swordsmanship is not the one who loves swords as much as his life and has practiced swordsmanship all his life.

Chen Yi withdrew his gaze from the sky, with the wonder still on his face, and said with a smile: "The young monk has always been curious about the realm of Mr. Wuming's Heavenly Sword. Today I am finally lucky enough to see it. It is really extraordinary."

He shook his head again: "Oh, it's a pity..."

The complicated expression on the Sword Master's face suddenly turned away, and a pair of snow-white sword eyebrows stood up straight: "What's a pity? Lord of the Heavenly Sword, how can you allow you to talk nonsense?"

Chen Yi smiled and suddenly stretched out a hand.

The only remaining ancient sword in the courtyard flew up quietly, fell into his hand, trembled slightly, and then lay quietly in his hand.

Wuming held the wine glass to his lips for a moment, then raised his head. His eyes fell on Chen Yi for the first time since he came in.

Chen Yi slowly stroked the sword's body with the back of his other finger: "The hidden edge is hidden, sighing at the wasted time, the dragon is lying in the three-foot box..."

"The hero's sword, the hero in the sword, can only be imprisoned in this three-foot sword box. The sword's heart is getting old, and the sword's body is getting heavier. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

"Buzz~!"

The Hero Sword in the palm of his hand actually made a trembling sound, which could make people feel a hint of emotion, like sadness or joy.

"Unexpectedly, Master Sanzang's martial arts cultivation is astonishing, but his mind has also reached the realm of clarity and spirituality. It is really admirable."

No matter how good Chen Yi's martial arts skills were, Wuming couldn't take him seriously, but now because he can hold a heroic sword, he's starting to look at him differently.

Just because the Hero Sword is a sword born with spiritual power, it is the most righteous, tough and unyielding sword in the world.

Except for him, no one in this world can make it be used willingly. If his sword intention is not in it, not even his direct disciples can do it.

A person who is willing to be held by others must be an upright person.

Chen Yi shook his head: "Mr. Wuming only sighs for the little monk, but doesn't he pity the heroic sword?"

Wuming smiled calmly: "All the fame, wealth, and grudges in the world are like clouds of smoke to me. No matter what the master's intention is, I'm afraid the trip will be in vain."

Old stubborn!

No wonder you can only play the erhu with full health!

If you weren't sure you couldn't beat him, Buddha would just beat you to the last bit of blood!

"The young monk was meditating in the temple a few days ago, but accidentally captured a thief who wanted to sneak into our temple to spy..."

Chen Yi cursed a few words in his mind, and the conversation turned to something that left both of them baffled.

"It just so happens that the young monk is not very talented. He knows a little bit about other people's past and future, and knows that this person is closely related to Mr. Unknown."

The sword master on the side looked moved, and Wuming also looked at him a few times.

Not because of the inexplicable thief, but because of Chen Yi's bragging about telling the truth.

"It turns out that this person is actually the thief who poisoned Mr. Nameless's beloved wife..."

"Hiss"...

Chen Yi and Juggernaut suddenly heard a series of strange sounds in their ears, and a piercing and heart-piercing edge seemed to be everywhere.

But it was fleeting.

"Amitabha……"

Chen Yi recited the Buddha's name with a smile on his face: "Mr. Anonymous lives in seclusion in the busy city, claiming to be leisurely and happy. Is it true that he has no worries?"

"Everyone's troubles are caused by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. Among the three poisons, ignorance is the most serious."

"All the troubles in life and the disturbances in world affairs all arise from this."
To be continued...