141. [Two Swords Are Enough] (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

The mute old man moves really slowly.

His flying speed is much slower than that of ordinary monks.

As Mr.'s old servant, no one knows how old he is. Having been slow for so many years has been engraved in my bones and has become a lifestyle habit.

Or maybe this is his nature?

Ping Shanhai is not a person without magnanimity. As the sword holder of Yijian Mountain, he always waited in mid-air when the sword-asker didn't show up.

He waited and waited, and finally saw a hunched figure flying slowly towards this side.

The mute old man held his crutch in his right hand and a small lantern in his left hand.

Since he had not been to the back mountain before coming, the small lantern contained not the magical fireflies on the back mountain, but a small red candle.

The old man seems to like carrying a small lantern at night.

Just like an old servant in the secular world always carries a lantern at night to provide lighting for the master or young master at home.

Perhaps knowing that he was late, he raised the corners of his mouth very slowly and showed an embarrassed smile, expressing his apology.

Outside Jieyin Peak, no one, including Ping Shanhai, expected that the Demon Sect would actually send an old man this time.

A few years ago, the person who participated in the sword inquiry on behalf of the Demon Sect was obviously a cold Taoist nun. She was extremely thin and cold, and did not say a word.

I heard that she is Mr.’s second disciple and Yan Li’s junior sister. Defeat your opponent with a wooden sword.

It seems that as long as Yanli is in seclusion, she will be the best swordsman in the world.

The two major sword sects all felt that the woman who looked like a Taoist nun was coming this time. Who would have thought that it was actually a leisurely old man.

In fact, even the Demon Sect disciples on Jie Yin Peak were a little confused.

Isn't this the mountain guard at the foot of Zangshan Mountain?

Did the mute old man turn out to be a swordsman?

Except for everyone in the back mountain and Shen Yan and others, even the inner disciples did not know the specific identity of the old man. They did not know that the master once had such an old servant. In the earliest days, he was the master's little book boy.

They also didn't know that Yan Li, the founder of the Demon Sect, was brought up by him.

They only knew that this old man controlled the seal of the Tibetan Mountain. Without his permission, the mountaineering disciples could not enter.

He seems to be the guardian of Tibetan Mountain. He is guarding the mountain and the tomb.

Of course, no one regards him as an ordinary old man. After all, the mute old man was already this old decades ago, and he still looks the same decades later.

But what everyone didn't expect is, is there such a slow sword cultivator in the world?

As for the people on the hillside, they were even more confused.

Ping Shanhai looked at the mute old man and had doubts in his heart.

But since this person is a representative sent by the Demon Sect, Ping Shanhai will not be careless. Seeing that the other party was still an old man of unknown age, he bowed and saluted to the old man in the air.

Holding the sword with both hands is a sword-holding ceremony.

The mute old man smiled and lifted the small lantern upwards, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

Then, he pointed at his mouth and waved his hand in the air, indicating that he was mute and could not speak.

He seemed to be just a gentle and kind old man.

After completing this action, he gave Ping Shanhai a puzzled look, as if asking: "Can we start?"

Ping Shanhai nodded, and the sword-asking began at this moment!

He moved, the divine sword was unsheathed, and the sword was drawn!

The old man also moved, only when the sword energy was very close to him.

Many people are curious about where his sword is, but they don't know that the crutch he holds in his hand is his sword.

His movements are very similar to Ping Shanhai's movements, but slightly different.

On Jie Yin Peak, Lin Chan's eyes lit up slightly.

She has seen this move before!

It’s also a sword drawing style!

Before she climbed Tibetan Mountain, the mute old man taught her this sword, and she remembered it deeply in her heart.

Today, the mute old man used this sword seriously in front of her.

It seems slow, but it's actually extremely fast.

There was no sword energy flying out, and there was no earth-shattering performance. The old man seemed to have raised his crutch by chance, and the crutch hit the sword energy by chance, and then happened to save it.

However, no one thinks this is a coincidence.

This is the sword that Pingshanhai defeated half of the sword energy in the mountain!

But this old man with a hunched back and carrying a small lantern resolved it so easily and casually.

Even from beginning to end, the small lantern he held in his left hand did not sway once!

Lu Xun watched from the side, feeling a turmoil in his heart.

"Is Uncle Gui so strong?"

This was the first time he had seen the mute old man take action. Previously, he only knew that he was very good at refining weapons and was at the master level. Even the scabbard in his hand was made by the old man.

There is also the fact that Uncle Gui can temporarily increase the luck of others and bless them.

I didn’t expect that he was such a powerful swordsman!

"No wonder Third Senior Brother asked me to prepare well. It seems that he has great confidence in Uncle Gui!"

He turned his head and glanced at Lin Chan, only to see that Lin Chan's big eyes revealed a thoughtful look, as if he had gained some insights from the sword just now and was digesting it carefully.

Lu Xun, who was both born with swords, felt that he couldn't just watch, so he immediately pretended to have the same expression. From time to time, his expression would change from a puzzled look to a look of confusion. It seemed that after looking at this sword, I figured out some confusion in practice.

Lu Xun is such a person, with high self-requirements. He said that he would pretend to be a natural sword embryo for his whole life, so he couldn't miss any details! Not even once could he miss it!

On the self-cultivation of the fake sword embryo...

And at this moment, the second sword in the air also began.

Third Senior Brother Zhuge Laifu whispered beside him: "The winner is here."

Lu Xun was slightly surprised. Is it so fast? The second sword will decide the winner?

Ping Shanhai still used the sword-drawing style, but it seemed to be the same sword, but it was actually different.

One sword can be varied!

But the movements of the dumb old man's hands have really changed.

On New Year's Eve, the teacher once said that Xiaogui was only a little bit good at taking a beating.

The dumb old man smiled and stretched out two fingers, indicating that he still had two swords that were not bad.

Everyone knows that Yan Li is the best sword cultivator in the world, and knows that Yan Li has three swords that are best, but they don't know that two of them were learned from the dumb old man.

Yan Li did indeed surpass his master, but that doesn't mean the dumb old man isn't strong.

His second sword was [Stab].

It was just a simple stab.

The cane directly pierced Ping Shanhai's sword energy, shattered his sword intent, and then in a flash, stabbed at his forehead!

The old cane stopped in front of Ping Shanhai's forehead, and the dumb old man put away the sword.

Even so, the airflow around him still made Ping Shanhai's black hair flutter backwards!

The sword reached the forehead, the hairband broke, and the messy hair flew!

If this sword had gone forward, if it had been put away a little slower, he would have died.

It only took two swords, and the sword holder of Yijian Mountain would have died!

He was holding a magic sword in his hand.

And the old man was holding...

It was just a cane.

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