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Jiang Yi and Ling Xueyan rode slowly, talking from time to time, and slowly left Shiliu Town.

A day later, the two arrived at Mingjian Villa.

When they came to the gate of the villa, Jiang Yi and the two got off their horses, tied the horses, and went to the gate to announce their names.

When the young man guarding the gate heard Jiang Yi's name, his expression changed with fright. He had obviously heard about the defeat of the owner Yi Jifeng by Jiang Yi. He didn't dare to be negligent, and carefully brought the two of them to the main hall of the villa, invited them to sit down, and arranged for tea.

Then, in a panic, he ran to the backyard to report.

After about half a stick of incense, the young man at the gate pushed a wheelchair into the main hall. Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man with white beard and hair and a simple face. It was Yi Yun, the old owner of Famous Sword Villa.

Yi Yun waved his hands to the young man behind him, and ordered:

"You go back first."

"yes."

The young man bowed and exited the hall.

Afterwards, Yi Yun scanned Jiang Yi up and down with his old but fierce gaze, paused for a while on Jiang Yi's right hand and the black plume knife on his waist, and then nodded slightly in praise:

"Young Master Jiang really has profound skills and a formidable bearing. No wonder he was able to defeat my useless grandson."

Jiang Yi cupped his fists and said modestly:

"The old owner has won the prize."

Yi Yun glanced at Jueming in Ling Xueyan's arms, then said in a deep voice:

"You came to Mingjian Villa today, probably to ask for the other seven swords and the eight-style mentality of the famous sword?"

After the words were finished, Yi Yun's eyes flashed a stern light, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly sank, appearing extremely dignified.

A chilling sword intent permeated the air, and the sharp edge was imminent, making people shiver down the back.

With a slight smile on Jiang Yi's face, as if he didn't feel the pressure at all, he said softly:

"That's right, that's why I came here. I think Yi Jifeng has already told the old owner about his bet with me."

Seeing Jiang Yi's neither humble nor haughty appearance, Yi Yun's awe-inspiring aura suddenly dissipated, and the atmosphere in the hall returned to peace. He sighed faintly:

"If Jifeng can have your tolerance, I don't have to worry about the future of the villa."

Yi Yun shook his head as he spoke, obviously disappointed with Yi Jifeng.

In his heart, the best heir of Mingjian Villa is Yi Tianxing, but it's a pity that Yi Tianxing advocates love and is free and easy, and he doesn't want to go back to the villa and be bound.

It took a long time before Yi Yun regained the melancholy in his heart, turned his wheelchair out of the hall, and said at the same time:

"Come with me, I will take you to get the sword."

Jiang Yi had thought that there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that Yi Yun had no intention of reneging on his debt at all, and actually looked like he was really going to give him the sword and the mind.

He and Ling Xueyan followed the wheelchair, walked around the villa for a while, and then entered an underground stone room.

Yi Yun pointed to a stone platform in the stone room:

"The other seven swords are here, you go and get them yourself."

Jiang Yi raised his eyes and saw seven precious swords floating in the air above the stone platform.

Zidian, Qingming, Baiyu, Xuanwu, Mu Tie...

These swords have different shapes and characteristics: thick, light, sharp, and chilling.

Jiang Yi slowly approached the stone platform, and he could keenly sense a powerful sword energy circulating around the seven swords.

If ordinary martial arts masters, even first-class masters, want to touch the sword, they will probably be injured by this powerful sword energy.

He didn't hold back either, and concentrated his inner strength on his right hand, and carefully grabbed a huge and thick long sword in front of him.

Before Jiang Yi's palm approached, the long sword shook suddenly, and a gust of sword energy gushed out like a stormy sea, hitting Jiang Yi's hand.

Jiang Yi turned the golden bell jar, and there was a faint golden luster on his arm.

Boom boom boom!

The sword energy collided with Jiang Yi's palm, and there were bursts of thunderous explosions, and a layer of white ripples appeared in the air.

Jiang Yi's palm passed through the fierce sword energy unscathed, slowly grasped the hilt, and then exerted force suddenly to remove the thick long sword from the stone platform.

Boom!

Jiang Yi casually thrust into the ground beside him a basalt sword weighing more than 100 jin, and then took off the remaining swords from the stone platform one by one, and stuck them in a row on the ground beside him.

Jiang Yi, who has read the original book, of course knows that there is actually a glazed sword hidden in the stone platform, but the main purpose of Jiang Yi holding some swords is to help him comprehend the eight famous swords, so he didn't care about the glazed sword. sword.

Seeing Jiang Yi take down the seven precious swords with ease, Yi Yun said:

"It's God's will to lose these eight swords to you. After all, these swords were won back one by one by the ancestors of our Yi family."

After a pause, Yi Yun continued:

"After Jifeng lost to you, he went to the desert of the Western Regions. While looking for the princess, he dispatched his mood. If he can get out of the haze of this failure, his strength will definitely improve. At that time, he will go to you. won back the sword."

Jiang Yi didn't care about this, but said casually:

"That's probably not going to be easy."

Jiang Yi believed that his cultivation could only improve faster than Yi Jifeng.

Yi Yun just smiled:

"Perhaps, having an opponent like you is also a good thing for Jifeng."

As he said that, he took out a secret book from his arms, flicked it lightly, and the secret book floated into Jiang Yi's hands:

"This is the heart method of the eight famous swords."

Jiang Yi took the secret book carefully, flipped through it briefly, and found that the sword skills and mind skills recorded in it were extremely brilliant, and it was presumably not fake.

Yi Yun asked:

"I've heard Jifeng talk about your saber skills, which can be described as domineering, fierce and powerful. Why do you want to covet the skills of my famous sword villa? If you want to give up your saber skills and switch to sword skills, I will still I advise you not to do this, because it is tantamount to chasing after the end.”

Jiang Yi didn't expect Yi Yun to remind himself kindly, so he couldn't help but answer:

"Old owner, don't worry, I naturally understand that sword skills are my foundation. Asking for the mental skills of Mingjian Villa is only as a stone from another mountain to improve my sword skills."

Yi Yun nodded slightly:

"I see. I heard that you once sneaked into the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion to learn the unique skills. Presumably you want to integrate the strengths of various schools and create your own sword technique.

You can not stick to the unique knowledge passed down by your predecessors, and learn from others for your own use. No wonder you have such amazing strength at a young age. "

As he spoke, Yi Yun seemed to be seduced by something, his eyes became distant, and he said in an inexplicable tone:

"You remind me of a man, a terrible enemy."

Jiang Yi's heart moved, and he asked:

"Senior is referring to Xiaoyao Wang?"

Yi Yun glanced at Jiang Yi in surprise, then nodded:

"I didn't expect you to have heard of him. I think you are destined to have a battle in the future, but now you are not his opponent. You still need to continue to practice hard and improve your cultivation."

"Speaking of today's world, there are only two people who hope to deal with King Xiaoyao, and one is Yi Tianxing."

Speaking of his rebellious second son, Yi Yun was both proud and unhappy, his face was a little ugly, then he stared at Jiang Yi with burning eyes, and continued:

"The second one is you."