"Yes, I am the man."


    Yang Xuan nodded, hugged his fist in the distance, laughed and said, "I haven''t seen you for many days. I don''t know if Master Zhuang is all right."


    "Cough, young Xia Yang, please don''t call Mr. Zhuang. Mr. Zhuang deserves it. Let''s talk about friendship among our peers."


    An old voice came, and an old man appeared out of thin air on a cloud shrouded mountain in the distance.


    The old man is tall, with white hair and beard. His face is vicissitudes. He is wearing a coarse linen clothes. The sword light looms between his eyes. Who is Zhuang Zongzheng, the former leader of Lingyun sword sect?


    Since he got a complete sword array from Yang Xuan, Zhuang Zongzheng began to cultivate in a hurry.


    This practice is to forget yourself and can''t extricate yourself. Fortunately, most of the month''s enlightenment and hard practice were not in vain. Finally, it was practiced.


    "Congratulations, look at my brother. He seems to have made a lot of progress in kendo."


    Yang Xuan smiled.


    "Thanks to young Xia Yang, I''m afraid I wouldn''t be able to enter Kendo in my life without the generous skills of young Xia Yang."


    As soon as the divine sword array was formed, Zhuang Zongzheng grasped the profound meaning of Kendo and was in a good mood. Of course, he was grateful to Yang Xuan.


    "I''m serious. I just returned to Zhao that day."


    Yang Xuan waved his hand.


    "It''s a guest from afar. Please come here, young Xia Yang. I''ve prepared wine and dishes here. I just want to drink with you and talk about martial arts and Taoism."


    Zhuang Zongzheng sent out the invitation from a distance. He obviously lowered his figure and looked very polite.


    This scene also surprised countless Lingyun sword sect disciples and shocked their eyes. They really don''t understand why Yang Xuan, a young man, can get such kind treatment from the previous generation of palm teachers.


    "Young master, do you really know the great grandfather of our sect?" Jiang xiner also stared in surprise, but she was relieved at the thought of Yang Xuan''s strength and mystery.


    "You''re tired, too. Go down and have a rest first."


    Yang Xuan just smiled and didn''t say much. He settled Jiang xiner on a small mountain below, and then smiled at Zhuang Zongzheng: "ha ha, it happened that he was addicted to wine, so he came to ask my brother for a drink."


    "I''m afraid the wine doesn''t suit my brother''s appetite."


    "It doesn''t matter. I''m a mountain village man. I can drink any wine without paying attention to it."


    After that, Yang Xuan glanced at the crowd below and suddenly found a familiar figure. He immediately pointed to each other, frowned and asked, "you seem to be called Lin Hai, right?"


    "Young Lord, do you remember me?"


    The young man named Lin Hai was shocked and felt very honored. He was going to give Yang Xuanxing a big gift.


    That day, he met Yang Xuan in the hall of eternal life. Yang Xuan even saved his life with more than a dozen fellow disciples.


    What shocked him most was that Yang Xuan also cultivated their immortal sword array, a unique skill of Lingyun sword sect.


    The first rule of Lingyun sword sect is that as long as anyone is trained into the divine sword array, he is the next successor of Lingyun sword sect.


    "If you''re hurt, you don''t have to salute me."


    Lin Hai was a genius. If he had not been a genius, he could not have practiced in the realm of divine power at a young age. However, time has changed, but his cultivation has fallen to the bottom of the valley. Up to now, only weak yuan power has been emitted.


    All this is related to his injury. The original powerful divine power in his body is gradually disappearing with the passage of time. If he goes on like this, he will lose all his accomplishments and become an ordinary person.


    "Brother, do you know my disciple?"


    Zhuang Zong asked with a surprised face in the distance.


    "When I practiced in the eternal life hall, I met this man once."


    Yang Xuan explained.


    "I see."


    Zhuang Zongzheng suddenly sighed again.


    "The hall of eternal life was closed, and almost all of my disciples of Lingyun sword sect died in it. It seems that only Lin Hai came back alive. However, although people are alive, they are seriously injured. Even if they are cured in the future, their accomplishments will no longer exist."


    "Lin Hai, come up and I''ll give you a fortune."


    The voice was still there. Yang Xuan pulled Lin Hai up from the crowd and came to his side.


    "Your injury is really heavy enough!"


    Yang Xuan looked at Lin Hai, who was pale and weak, and frowned slightly.


    A man whose meridians are cut off, a man whose blood is exhausted by a few kilograms, God knows how to come out alive from the hall of eternal life.


    It can be said that Lin Hai can live out and live to the present, which can be described as a miracle.


    "Alas, it''s hard to say. You don''t have to worry about me. I, I can''t cure this injury at all. That man just hurt me without killing me."


    Lin Hai said with a wry smile. The whole person looked very weak and even talked very hard.


    "Who hurt you?"


    Yang Xuan asked coldly.


    "I don''t know. Although he is young, he is very domineering and arrogant. The most important thing is that the other party''s cultivation is much higher than me. I don''t even have the qualification to know the other party''s name. By the way, I remember someone called him brother Wudao. As for the specific surname, I don''t know."


    "No way, that should be no way."


    "Bully, bully..."


    "Don''t be angry. The man is already dead. I killed him with my own hands and destroyed both form and spirit."


    "Good death. Thank you for avenging me."


    "Little things, I have a grudge with that man. In any case, I won''t let him go out of the hall of eternal life alive."


    Yang Xuan paused and said, "in this way, you were seriously injured not long after you and I parted. Otherwise, if we go to the city of destiny, we should see each other again."


    "Yes, I didn''t go to the city of destiny at all. I have been healing somewhere all the time. Fortunately, a younger martial brother and younger martial sister around me didn''t give up and tried their best to find a healing elixir for me, otherwise I would have died in the hall of eternal life."


    Speaking of this, Lin Hai was already in tears and scolded himself: "it''s all my fault. If it weren''t for taking care of me and looking for all kinds of precious miraculous drugs for me, younger martial brothers and disciples wouldn''t die in the end. They died miserably. They all died under the claws of a fierce beast just for a divine medicine and for my recovery."


    "When they die, you have to live well. You are not a person, but a group of people. The better you live and the higher your future achievements, you can comfort the spirits of those dead companions."


    Yang Xuan said loudly. He could see that Lin Hai had been born and could not love. Even if such a person was forcibly rescued, he was destined to be just a waste in the future.


    "Young patriarch, am I really saved?"


    Lin Hai shouted one by one, which made many Lingyun sword sect disciples wonder and puzzled. God knows that Lin Hai was hurt too badly and lost his mind, or his cultivation fell sharply and his brain became abnormal. Otherwise, why would he call Yang Xuan the little sect leader.


    The young leader of Lingyun sword sect is not the next leader of the sect. They have practiced so far, but they never know when a young leader of Lingyun sword sect appeared.