The best village in the world.

In the grove outside the manor, Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jianke faced each other with swords.

A breeze blew the hair of the two people, and Yan Chixia's old face suddenly fell. He said helplessly: "Brother Xiahou, I don't have time to play with you. I admit defeat, okay? Don't come to me again in the future.

If that girl finds out, you'll die miserably."

The little girl Yunluo has been practicing sword-wielding skills recently, and was taught a terrible lesson by Gui Hai Yidao.

Most people in the village are better than her, and she has no one to vent her anger to, so she is feeling depressed!

If she knew there was another mortal swordsman nearby, she would probably rush over immediately to bully this "number one" swordsman and regain some sense of existence.

When Xiahou Jianke heard this, his face turned grim.

"Hmph! Yan Chixia, don't look down on me. My injuries have healed today. Don't even think about defeating me so easily.

"I want to let the world of martial arts know that I, Xiahou Swordsman, am the best swordsman in the world!" He snorted coldly.

Ever since he lost the treasure in his lower body, he found that he was no longer tempted by women, and his swordsmanship had actually improved to a higher level.

In this battle against Yan Chixia, he is fully confident that he can regain the title of the world's number one swordsman.

Yan Chixia shook his head helplessly at Xiahou Swordsman's persistence.

In his hand he held a light green long sword, which was the dragon scale sword that Brother Lin had given him specially as a gift to make up for him.

He raised his sword and said, "Alright, I won't hold back this time. I hope you can stop."

Xiahou Swordsman's expression turned even uglier, and he shouted, "Yan Chixia, take my sword!"

“clang!”

He drew his sword, and with a flash of sword shadow, he instantly arrived in front of Yan Chixia. His sword split into three and stabbed at three vital points respectively.

Yan Chixia swung his sword, easily avoiding the fierce sword attack and forcing Xiahou Swordsman back.

"Haha, your swordsmanship has improved quite a bit, no wonder you're so confident."

As he spoke, he swung his sword and rushed forward. His sword was fast but not fierce, and it was powerful and majestic, forcing Xiahou Swordsman into danger.

"Ah, the best swordsman in the world is mine." Xiahou Swordsman shouted unwillingly.

…

A quarter of an hour later.

Yan Chixia cut off Xiahou Jianke's sword with one sword, and slapped the opponent with the sword, knocking him flying and hitting the tree trunk.

"You lose, don't come to me again."

After Yan Chixia finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

Xiahou Jianke had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was filled with resentment.

"Ah! Why, why can't I defeat Yan Chixia, ah!"

He roared to the sky, his figure looking desolate.

"Haha, Xiahou Swordsman, you're in such a bad state!"

Suddenly, a gentle laugh came from behind him. He was startled and turned around quickly.

"It's you, you're not dead?"

When Xiahou Swordsman saw the lively Lin Lang, his face was filled with horror.

Lin Lang smiled and said, "Of course I am not dead, because my heart is on the other side."

As he spoke, he pointed to his chest with a smile that was somewhat contemptuous.

Seeing this, Xiahou Swordsman shouted angrily, "You look down on me too! I'll kill you!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his broken sword, pounced forward, and stabbed the sword into Lin Lang's chest.

“Puff!”

Lin Lang's eyes widened, his mouth filled with blood foam, and he said in disbelief: "Such a... fast... sword... I... lost... "

After saying this, he fell to the ground with his eyes open.

Xiahou Swordsman was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "You deserved to die for looking down on me!"

After a while, Xiahou Swordsman left with a loud laugh. Lin Lang stood up and dusted himself off, unable to help but laugh.

If this guy sees Lin again, I wonder if he will doubt his life.

He had been in the mythological world for half a year, but less than a month had passed in this world, so the speed of time flow was acceptable.

Originally, he planned to cultivate to the peak of his spiritual power in the mythological world before returning.

However, due to Tianxing's reasons, he returned early, so he had to travel through time again.

The magic power required to reach the peak of the soul was far beyond his imagination. Lin Lang calculated that he would definitely not be able to do it within one or two years.

The time that the Black Mountain Old Demon has controlled the Yama Seal should be within one or two years. Without relying on plug-ins, he really has no confidence to fight against the Black Mountain Old Demon.

…

The best village in the world.

Nie Xiaoqian was training several female ghosts she had subdued, teaching them not to absorb people's yang energy at will and not to pass through walls in the manor at will, so as not to disturb other people's practice.

Finally, she added another rule: she could not seduce Mr. Lin.

She thought of Lin Lang. If these little brats got there first, she would have no place to cry.

Suddenly, she sniffed and smelled a familiar scent.

Her pretty face lit up with joy, and she quickly turned around and said, "Master Lin, you are finally back."

As soon as Lin Lang entered the room, he saw Nie Xiaoqian noticed him instantly and nodded and smiled.

"Haha, Xiaoqian, your cultivation has improved. You actually discovered me so quickly."

Nie Xiaoqian smiled tenderly, but when she saw the blood on Lin Lang's chest, her expression suddenly turned panic.

"Mr. Lin, you are injured!"

She took small steps to Lin Lang's front, and seeing the shocking sword wound in front of her, her eyes instantly became moist.

"Wuwu... Master Lin, you are so badly injured, it must be very painful..."

She hugged Lin Lang tightly and cried softly.

Lin Lang raised his hands high and curled his lips.

"Hey, Xiaoqian, this...just hold me, don't rub me. What's the point of rubbing me?" he said speechlessly.

When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, her pretty face turned red. She quickly withdrew her body, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said pitifully.

"I'm sorry, Master Lin, Xiaoqian was too nervous, so..."

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