"Don't come over, don't come over." Luo Feiyu wailed in the corner with his eyes closed, and his hands were so scared that he danced.

"Boy, you are still young, but I am old." The old man's words were extremely sad, "I can only stay here for the rest of my life."

Luo Feiyu opened his eyes when he heard this and found that during the time when he was wailing, the old man was still surrounded by a hanging sword. Under the dim firelight, he really had the smell of a twilight year. Seeing this, Luo Feiyu suddenly remembered his youth, another old man who liked to look at the sunset in the wind and sand of the sky, and couldn't help but feel sad.

But the old man seemed to have deliberately waited for Luo Feiyu to open his eyes, and soon he laughed and showed a bit of rotten teeth.

Luo Feiyu didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, so he had to beg helplessly: "Master, I beg you not to laugh."

"Facing the world with a smile is my reason to live. Boy, please tell me not to laugh, wouldn't it take my life?" The old man said, and his smile became more and more ferocious.

Luo Feiyu felt a little familiar after hearing this, and then suddenly remembered the story his master told him, and said in surprise: "You are the Smile Sword Yan. He once was known as the Five Swords of Jianghu with the White Bird Sword Lord Mu Xianjun, the Dragon Roar Sword Immortal Long Xuanyuan, the Tianjian Pavilion Tianjian Old Man and Wudangdao Jianyin, and were also known as the Five Swords of Jianghu!"

"A young man actually recognizes me?" Fu Xiang smiled like a ghost at this moment, making Luo Feiyu frightened.

Luo Feiyu begged for mercy, "Master, you are good, you laugh at me and I won't stop you, so beg you not to laugh so ugly, okay?"

"Yes." Fu Xiang put on a kind smile, like a Maitreya Buddha, "Boy, I haven't gone out for many years. Since you know so much, why not tell me who was the name written in my position after I retired from the world? "

"It's just like a person who smiles like this." Luo Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief, "To be honest, except for the Immortal Lord, everything has been changed."

"Oh? Who have you changed?" Fu Xiang smiled and picked up the sword, "If you say it, I will return your sword to you."

"I don't know all about it. I only know that one of them is my senior sister Liu Zangyue, and the other one has only heard Shi Lian mention it. It seems that he is the leader of the Tingyu Sect. I don't know the others. I have only heard a lot of old things in the world from my master. In terms of understanding the new things, he is not very good, because like you, he hasn't entered the world for many years." Luo Feiyu sighed.

"You mean that everyone except the White Bird has changed, but I clearly felt the existence of the Kexin Sword just now." Fu Xiang said with a smile.

Luo Feiyu thought for a while, "You said that woman, she should be a descendant of Mu Xianjun. What's wrong with holding the Kexin Sword?"

"The white bird died with a sword and flew into the mountains, and the snow flew over the Kunlun Mountains." Fu Xiang recited this poem full of fairy spirit, and there was a little more melancholy in his smile. "I wonder if he thought that when he made this bold statement back then, he would have the day when the immortal died?"

Luo Feiyu said in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"It seems that you have no idea about the significance of the Kexin Sword." Fu Xiang threw the Zhe Jian to Luo Feiyu, "But you already know enough, at least the things you said to me are enough to surprise me."

"Of course, it was all told by my master." Luo Feiyu took the sword and planned to leave.

"Oh? Your master?" Fu Xiangyou smiled, but Luo Feiyu caught a sharp murderous intent from it.

"Stay. I wonder if you can tell me who your master is?"

"My master, I am an old man like you." Luo Feiyu did not take the sword back into the sword bag, and his whole body tensed.

"Have you discovered something?" Fu Xiang's smile began to become ferocious again.

Luo Feiyu nodded and sneered: "Your smile has become obscene again."

Fu Xiang smiled meaningfully and said, "There are all swords here."

Luo Feiyu's smile suddenly faded away and looked at the sword in his hand.

The sword of the sword is the sword of killing the sword. If other swords meet this sword, they will definitely feel a strong murderous intent. Even Gu Han, the second-ranked Gu Han and Jiang Mo, the third-ranked Jiang Mo, cannot escape this bad luck. However, in this cave, there are only thousands of swords in the hidden cave, but even one of them has no extreme reaction!

"What the hell are you doing!" Luo Feiyu looked up at Fu Xiang, and found that he was tilting his head and smiling at him, and his hunched and bent body also stood up straight at this moment.

"The swords in the mountain are dead. They are all the sword bones accumulated in the Jianjian Villa that year." He reached out and gently wiped the sword edge hanging in front of him, and issued a melodious melody.

Luo Feiyu noticed a strange movement from his feet, looked down and found that the swords on the ground suddenly shone with sharp edges.

Like a dying old man, he suddenly came to life.

"And I can temporarily revive them." Fu Xiang gently tapped the hanging sword and made a delicate and squeaky sound.

Luo Feiyu raised his sword and slashed towards Jianshan under his feet, but the moment he touched it, a ray of light emitted from the surface of Jianshan, blocking his sword and returning.

"It's just a futile thing, there's no need to try it easily." Fu Xiang sneered.

"Before this, I only know the name of your Five Swords. Can you tell me what your name is?" Luo Feiyu suddenly asked.

"Oh? Why do you want to know my name?" Fu Xiang asked with a smile.

"Verify a guess." Luo Feiyu became serious.

"If you don't change your name or your surname, it's Fu Xiang." Fu Xiang said with a smile.

"Fu Xiang. The surname is Fu. Wait!" Luo Feiyu suddenly thought of something, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, "The leader of Tingyu Sect, who is now one of the five swords, seems to be also surnamed Fu!"

"He is my son. He turns blood into a sword formation, as bright as the morning glow." Fu Xiang smiled wildly and said, "A bad guy who put down his butcher's knife a few years ago learned the art of sword formation from me, can command the sect that is the number one in Quandu, let alone my sword formation?"

"Thousand Skeleton Sword Formation, get up!"

"I just want to correct the right path in the world." Gongsun Shilian said slowly: "The great good thoughts back then should be exchanged for a new world, rather than an increasingly expanding ambition and desire, and it should not allow a young man who is determined to be free and free to carry a shackle that he does not want to carry."

Hua Yingxiu sighed lightly and said something unexplained, "The current situation is more than what you don't want to see."

Just as Gongsun Shilian was about to say something, a delicate and pleasant sound came from the depths of the cliff wine shop. Hua Yingxiu sighed helplessly after hearing this, "This old man really can't control himself."

"What did he do?"

"He has set up."
Chapter completed!