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Chapter 808 Undercurrent

Japan.

It is about eighty kilometers away from the Dongjing City, and a mountain stands horizontally.

This mountain is a thousand meters tall and penetrates into the sky.

The stretching mountains span the Shizuoka Prefecture and Yamanashi Prefecture.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a prehistoric beast crawling here.

At this time, in the mountains, there was an old man who thought his hair and beard were all white, wearing a gray robe and sitting quietly.

The surrounding pines and cypresses are green, the streams are gurgling at feet, and the whispers are whispering in the ears.

The breeze blew, gently blew his clothes and robe.

But the old man remained motionless.

His eyebrows and eyes were tightly closed and his breath was long.

The whole person seemed to be integrated into this world.

It is integrated with this mountain and this water.

No one knows how long the old man has been sitting here, and no one knows why he is sitting here.

Only the seven-foot long sword beside him was inserted into the earth, reflecting the cold light of the scorching sun, shining brightly.

Boom ~

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a helicopter whizzed past and finally stopped in an open area not far away.

After a while, a young girl was wearing a purple-red kimono, and her three thousand black hairs hung down like a waterfall.

The skirt swayed in the wind, the jade legs under the skirt were slender and slender, and the snow-white skin was more frigid than snow.

With that pure and stunning face, the kimono woman seemed to have walked out of a painting.

Beautiful and refined, without causing dust.

What is even more surprising is that it is now in the cold, and the woman dressed in this way and did not show any coldness.

It seemed that in her eyes, this bitter cold wind was no different from the spring breeze in June.

After the girl appeared, she did not speak out.

I just stood respectfully beside the old man and waited patiently.

After the wind in all directions stopped, the girl in front of her smile respectfully said: "The cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, all things wither."

"Only here, the dead trees come to spring, the stream flows smoothly, and the cherry blossoms fly and butterflies dance."

"It seems that the teacher's Aoki Sword Intent has reached its peak and has achieved great success in his magical power."

"Congratulations to the teacher."

"By relying on this Qingmu sword intent, the teacher will dominate the country and reach the top of martial arts. It is just around the corner!"

The girl said with a smile, her gentle voice as if the spring breeze in June was very pleasing to the eye.

However, facing the girl's compliment, the old man still closed his eyes and sat quietly.

At this time, he shook his head: "The Qingmu sword intent is the strongest sword intent in my Sword God Palace. How easy is it to reach the best level?"

"My understanding of this sword intent is still far from that of you, Master Aoki, back then."

"However, even so, if you are a teacher in East Asia, you will have few enemies!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

His words were as sharp as the unsheathed sword beside him, with a sense of pride that was moving forward.

"By the way, Is there any news from Yingtian?"

"It's been more than a month since he received his order to enter China."

"Has he not brought that man's body yet?"

The old man asked in a low voice, and when he said this, his eyes never opened until the beginning and the end.

The kimono woman on the side changed slightly, and she replied in a low voice: "Teacher, I'm here today to report this matter to you."

"I have brought the body."

"only.."

The woman was silent for a moment.

The old man frowned: "Just something, say."

The woman in the kimono bit her red lips lightly, and then gritted her teeth. She said, "It's just a corpse, it's from Senior Brother Ying Tian."

What?

Hearing this, the old man's eyes suddenly opened.

Just a thundering sound~

There was a ray of light flashing by in front of the heaven and earth!

The old man immediately glared at the kimono girl in front of him.

"What did you say?"

"Ying Tian is dead?"

"Who did it?"

The old man was not angry, and his words remained calm.

But who knows what kind of turbulence is contained in the old man's seemingly calm words?

"Teacher, the body was sent from the Chinese Martial God Temple."

"After I received it, I sent someone to investigate."

"There are all signs on the surface. Senior Brother Ying Tian also died in the hands of the Chinese boy, Ye Fan."

"Senior Brother Yingtian, the martial arts realm has become superb."

"But he was still sealed by his sword. Yue'er speculated that this person's martial arts has entered the realm of a master."

Only when martial arts reaches its peak can you become a master if you can start a sect and destroy gold and jade!

The master is like a dragon.

In the martial arts world, all those who can enter the realm of a master are the mainstay of a country, either a dragon or a phoenix.

Of course, the level of a master is not the top of martial arts.

On it, there are even stronger people.

Therefore, the old man did not have too many surprises when he learned that Ye Fan was the Grand Master.

What surprised him was Ye Fan's age.

"In his early twenties, he entered the realm of a master."

"Is another young master?"

"At that time, there was a Chinese war god Ye Qingtian. Today, could it be that China, there was another "war god" Ye Fan, but it was not?"

When talking about Ye Qingtian's name, Suzumiya Eiyue clearly felt that there were a few fluctuations in her teacher's emotions.

It seems that the teacher is still worried about the past.

"Teacher, you've been over-concerned."

"Those people like Ye Qingtian are probably born in China for 500 years."

"Although Ye Fan became famous at a young age, his martial arts journey is long. How easy is it for him to reach the height of the Chinese God of War?" Suzumiya Eiyue said softly.

But the old man didn't seem to want to listen to these unnutritional nonsense. He waved his hand, still sitting on a bluestone, and said in a deep voice: "You keep talking."

"Yeah." Suzumiya Eiyue nodded, "After Senior Brother Yingtian's body was sent, I immediately checked his wound."

"Senior Brother Yingtian, although he was killed by a sword."

"But before that, my senior brother had already suffered fatal internal injuries."

"And, the opponent's technique is actually somewhat similar to that of King Yan of Chu!"

"It's very much like the Chu family, Yundaotian Jue!"

Crack ~

The moment Suzumiya Eiyue's words fell, the bluestone under the old man suddenly shattered without warning.

This stone is a cold stone from the extreme north.

It is frozen for a hundred years without breaking, and is indestructible!

Now, it's broken in an instant.

This also shows how fluctuated the old man was at this time.

Suzumiya Eiyue was shocked and asked worriedly: "Teacher, are you okay?"

The old man waved his hand: "It's just a nameless man, it's okay!"

"Now, my Qingmu sword intent has been perfected."

"Even if it is against the Chu family leader, King Yan of Chu, I am not afraid, let alone a mere junior?"

The old man slowly stood up, but his aura became more and more fierce.

Beside him, the seven-foot long sword was also buzzing and trembling.

"However, a young master who killed two generations of my disciples in a row will be difficult to produce for a century."

"Since that's the case, I'm looking at the moon river and it's time to go to China to meet this young master."
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