Chapter 145: The best in the world, no false reputation (Please subscribe! Please vote! 33)

As they walked into the dark cabin, the bronze lamp suddenly dimmed and the flame began to tremble in the air, as if something brought up the wind and blew the flame.

Yi Su, who was walking in front, turned back suddenly. She felt that thing passing by her.

The next moment, the white-robed monk Bujie also turned around instantly, stretched out one hand directly in front of Qiao Yuanshan, and the Qi in his whole body flowed to the extreme.

"Be careful!" Bujie reminded at the same time.

Unfortunately, I was still a step too slow.

The cold breath reached Qiao Yuanshan almost instantly, and the strange and ominous feeling made Qiao Yuanshan get goose bumps all over his body in an instant.

The long sword on his back was unsheathed in an instant, and his Qi was almost exhausted in an instant.

"Pure Yang!"

Among the Pure Yang Sword Techniques, the most powerful and masculine move was instantly performed by Qiao Yuanshan.

This sword was like another light shining in the darkness. In a trance, he saw a face, but it was hard to tell whether it was a face or not.

Its entire face was pitch black, without a trace of light; only under the light of the bronze lamp did its dark body reveal itself.

The bronze light shone through the eyes in the black face and onto Qiao Yuanshan's eyes.

As the black shadow approached, the sword light gradually dimmed and grew colder. It seemed that what was extinguished was not only the little light, but also the hope in Qiao Yuanshan's heart.

But in an instant, the sword in Qiao Yuanshan's hand disappeared into the darkness, and the sword broke into pieces.

The next moment, Qiao Yuanshan felt a hand pressing on his body, and in an instant his entire vision changed from the light of the bronze lamp to complete darkness.

Endless coldness seemed to pour into his body in an instant, and Qiao Yuanshan felt as if he was frozen. The biting cold and endless darkness rushed into his mind in an instant.

The calmness of the white-robed monk seemed to be completely broken at this moment.

He was ready to use his life-extending technique to save Qiao Yuanshan at any time. Qiao Yuanshan must not die, at least not die beside him.

Yi Su also saw this scene. The white-robed monk even gave up his guard against him and tried his best to rescue him.

She couldn't help but think of what Bujie had said: If he died next to us, we would both die.

However, there was no chance for Yi Su to take action at this moment.

Qiao Yuanshan was completely relaxed. In his mind, countless faces appeared in an instant, including his parents, master, fellow apprentices, great-uncle, and little great-uncle~~~

Everything.

And at this moment, Qiao Yuanshan suddenly felt that something on his body seemed to be getting hot.

An incomparable burning heat instantly spread from there.

Qiao Yuanshan felt like a thawing iceberg, with an indescribable sense of relief all over his body.

In the darkness, he remembered what it was.

Before, on Mount Taiyi, when his junior uncle was carving wood sculptures, he asked for a small wooden sword and hung it around his waist.

At that time, he also said that this carved wooden sword did not look like the best in the world at all.

Before Qiao Yuanshan could think about it, a familiar voice appeared in his ears. The owner of this voice seemed to often tease him in the mountains.

"Pure Yang!"

The endless darkness in Qiao Yuanshan's eyes seemed to be completely illuminated by something, and his vision was restored in an instant.

A golden sword light appeared in the narrow corridor of the cabin, illuminating the darkness in an instant.

The sword came out, as fast as a star.

The dark body shattered into nothingness in an instant and turned into ashes.

At this moment, Qiao Yuanshan had only one thought: being the best in the world is truly a well-deserved title.

The next moment, the sword light pierced through the black shadow and went away into the distance.

In a trance, the white-robed monk Bujie only felt that a light seemed to appear on Qiao Yuanshan's body, a sword light that was extremely masculine and powerful. This light instantly penetrated the dark figure, the black shadow shattered, and the sword light came in all directions.

Too fast!

Bujie didn't have time to dodge the sword.

In an instant, the sword light passed through Bujie and Yisu, and then hit the wall of the corridor.

"boom!"

In the dark space, the originally silent taboo seemed to have shattered something.

A huge hole was split on the wooden wall of the walkway, as if a hole had been broken through the darkness.

The pit seemed to lead to a room where candles were burning.

What a domineering Pure Yang Sword Energy!

The white-robed monk Bujie knelt on one knee on the ground, with a penetrating wound on his shoulder. The sword was so powerful that the Qi in his body was somewhat out of control.

Behind the white-robed monk, Yi Su's face turned even paler. The sword energy had injured her meridians and worn away a large amount of her Qi, leaving her feeling somewhat exhausted.

Yi Su staggered and stood still, enduring the throbbing of the sword energy in his meridians, and asked in a voice transmission: "Is this the person you fear?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?"

The white-robed monk Bujie knelt on one knee and conveyed the message.

He just vaguely heard a "Chun Yang" voice. This voice could not belong to any other person. It must be the man in black who was strangling his neck in the Western Desert.

"This kid can die, but he must not die next to us, otherwise I'm afraid the monk will have to accompany you in the underworld."

"You, Monk Hua, don't forget to tease me even at this time." Yi Su said in a voice transmission while regulating his breathing.

"Don't say so much, let's go into the house first."

The white-robed monk Bujie stood up again with the bronze lamp in his hand and pulled Qiao Yuanshan towards the broken part of the wall.

Yi Su rolled his eyes at the white-robed monk and followed him over.

When they walked into the room, they found that the hole behind them was healing little by little, but the healing was very slow.

"This appears to be the captain's room."

The white-robed monk looked around and then picked up the book on the table, which contained a sailing diary.

Yisu looked around the room, then looked at a flower and said in surprise:

"Yellow Spring Flower!"

"The Yellow Spring Flower is a flower that only blooms in the underworld. It is said to make people immortal. So the one who lit the lamp before was the captain."

The white-robed monk turned his head and looked at Huangquanhua and said, "Then there should be a lot of good things here."

Then he flipped through the books on the table and found some military books, some of which were Taoist cultivation methods, and some of which were all unique copies handed down from generation to generation.

Finally, at the bottom of the pile of books, he saw a fragment of a scroll. On the book was a text that the white-robed monk Bujie had never seen before, and just looking at it made him dizzy.

"Miao Juan?"

Thanks to Chen Qingci Mo for the reward of 500 Qidian coins!

More updates tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)