In the silent hall, no one made a sound, everyone held their breath in shock.
"Master Xiao Yu?" Xue Qing reacted quickly and looked at where Xiao Yu was before with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Where did he go? Was he bombed into ashes?"
"Did someone help save him?"
"..."
For a moment, the hall was boiling again. Everyone looked around, but Xiao Yu's figure was never found.
"Is that guy really dead?" Xue Xue said helplessly as she held Xue Qing's hand tightly with tears in her eyes.
Xue Qing's heart also tightened, she bit her red lips and said nothing.
"Is he dead?" Yan Ke stared at the place where Xiao Yu disappeared, clenching his fists. Xiao Yu was dead, he should be happy, but there was no joy in his heart.
Song Yi's face was extremely shocked, because he just felt an extremely terrifying aura flash past. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make him worship.
Everyone looked at Song Yi's motionless back and felt a little strange. However, this incident was over and they had no need to stay.
So, after a while, the people in the hall dispersed one after another, leaving only Guangming Sect, Daming Sect, Heifengya and Song Yi.
"Let's go, too. Although we don't know whether little friend Xiao Yu is alive or dead, there's not much use staying here." Xue Feng sighed after a moment.
Xue Qing and Xue Xue hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Finally, Duan Chong also left with the people from Heifengya, and the Ming Dynasty left this land of right and wrong in fear.
In the main hall, only the people from the City Lord's Mansion were left.
Song Yi looked at Song Wen who was lying on the ground. The anger in his body had nowhere to vent. The last painful roar resounded throughout the hall and could not subside for a long time.
"Am I dead?"
An extremely weak voice was heard in a pleasant wilderness, and then, a body covered in blood and scars was seen lying among the flowers.
This figure is naturally Xiao Yu. Next to Xiao Yu, there is also an extremely obedient kitten, which is of course Xiao Qing.
However, Xiao Qing's breath was a little unstable at this time, and it was obvious that Song Yi's blow was quite powerful.
Xiao Yu opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the blue sky, full of doubts. Then he felt that his eyelids were very heavy, so he slowly closed his eyes weakly...
"Little guy, your performance really opened my eyes..." Just after Xiao Yu was about to close his eyes completely, an extremely powerful voice sounded.
Xiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes, full of doubts in his heart, and then felt that his body was floating, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing. Even the little snake in his body disappeared.
The injuries on his body healed at an extremely terrifying speed, as if he had never been injured before.
Xiao Yu was surprised when his eyes suddenly saw a white-haired old man sitting on a piece of bluestone in front of him.
The old man was wearing a long robe. His gray beard had reached his chest and was tied up with a red rope. His face was glowing red and he had a childlike face.
The old man looked at Xiao Yu looking at him like this. Not only was he not angry, but he showed a kind look and said, "Are you surprised?"
Xiao Yu nodded silently, "Did you save me? Where am I?"
Xiao Yu said, looking around, the scenery all around was charming, it was simply a paradise.
The old man stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "This is the tomb of Emperor Wu."
Xiao Yu was startled and opened his mouth, "The tomb of Emperor Wu?"
The old man nodded slightly and said: "The place where you were before was just a fake tomb. Although there are some treasures, compared to this place, this is a real tomb."
"Fake tomb? Real tomb?" Xiao Yu was a little confused.
The old man smiled and said: "Thousands of years ago, when I attacked the Martial Lord here, I unfortunately got so angry that my heart was so furious that my vitality was severely damaged and I fell here. And this is where I fell, so this is the real tomb."
Xiao Yu was slightly startled and looked at the old man, "Then what is this?"
The old man smiled and said: "It's just that I have reached the martial spirit body. Because I was unwilling to do so, my ability disappeared from the world like this, so I have been waiting for someone who can inherit my inheritance."
As he said that, the old man looked at Xiao Yu with a smile on his face, "But the emperor paid off and finally let me wait."
When Xiao Yu saw the old man's smile, he couldn't help but feel shocked, and thought to himself: "Is it me he is talking about?"
The old man said: "After you entered here, everything was under my observation, especially in the main hall just now. Your performance really shocked me. I didn't expect that you also have the talent of the Winged Thunder Eagle King."
The Eagle Strikes the Sky and the Heaven-Sacrifice Palm are probably also good martial arts."
"And it is really rare to be a second-grade soul master at such a young age. Facing such a gap in strength, he is still unyielding and looks like this with the peak of the Nine Yuan Martial Spirits. It is still extremely good."
Being praised by the old man, Xiao Yu scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile: "Young man, you are just trying to survive."
The old man smiled and said: "Survival is indeed one aspect, but as you said, ants also have ways of ants. What you call survival is a manifestation of will. No matter what situation you are in, as long as you have a strong will,
Then miracles can happen.”
"Will? Xiao Yu murmured.
"Yes, if you want to be a strong man, you must have a will that ordinary people don't have, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve anything. And what I like is the indomitable will you show." The old man smiled lightly.
Xiao Yu clasped his fists and said: "How virtuous and capable a boy is, he can inherit the mantle of his predecessors."
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "I traveled across the Wuyuan Continent and fought against countless powerful people. I offended countless people, and the feelings I left behind were also a headache."
The old man said with a slight embarrassment: "It sounds like an extremely carefree life. Later, I felt tired of living a life of killing like that, and wanted to change my life, so I wanted to find a paradise to live in seclusion and live a peaceful and leisurely life."
"Could this be the paradise that seniors were looking for?" Xiao Yu said.
The old man smiled and said: "How can it be so easy to find paradise? This is just an illusion created by me. It can be regarded as self-deception."
"Illusion?" Xiao Yu was stunned. Can a fantasy be so real? These flowers and the grass in the sky are not the least bit strange from the real ones.
The old man smiled proudly and said: "You will understand when you reach my level of strength. You still know too little about this world, so it is not surprising that you are so surprised."
Xiao Yu nodded in disbelief.
The old man seemed to have remembered something and said with a smile: "After talking so much, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Wen Yan. When I was alive, everyone called me Yan Lao. You can also call me Yan Lao."
"Yan Lao?" Xiao Yu smiled, cupped his fists and said, "Xiao Yu, I have met Yan Lao."
"Xiao Yu? Your surname is Xiao?" Mr. Yan suddenly frowned slightly, then shook his head.
Xiao Yu was a little surprised when he saw this, but seeing that Mr. Yan didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more questions.
Yan Lao smiled and said, "Is that black dragon heavy sword in your hand?"
Xiao Yu knew that his whereabouts were known to Mr. Yan, so he nodded. Then he turned his palm and the black dragon epee appeared in his hand. Xiao Yu felt his body sink and the epee penetrated deeply into the ground.
"Do you know this black dragon heavy sword?" The old man looked at the black dragon heavy sword with a strange look on his face.
Xiao Yu shook his head and waited for Mr. Yan to tell him.