The bloodthirsty knife drew a cold trajectory in the air, with an indescribable sense of oppression, and struck directly at the black-haired old man. At this moment, the entire hall seemed to be enveloped by this knife, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

However, the old man's originally calm face suddenly changed color at this moment, as if he was touched by some invisible force, and a trace of imperceptible horror flashed in his eyes.

His black hair, under the stunned gaze of everyone, twisted and changed strangely, and finally transformed into the appearance of a graceful woman. The woman's face was blurred, and she was surrounded by a cold and mysterious aura.

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She slowly stretched out a hand as dark as night. The fingers were long and slender, but the nails on the fingertips were so sharp that they seemed to be able to tear the void. It flashed with a heart-stopping cold light, and with an irresistible force, she slapped her fiercely.

That extremely sharp sword light.

The sword light drew a bright trajectory in the air, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, but the moment it came into contact with the dark palm, it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, and it made a crisp cracking sound, and then disappeared like a bubble.

Dissipated into nothingness.

The old man also suffered a backlash from this, and his figure stumbled back involuntarily, sliding several meters away before he managed to stabilize his figure. He stood there, his face uncertain, sometimes as pale as paper, sometimes with a hint of tinge.

With a sickly blush, it was obvious that this blow was not a small burden for him.

Ling Xiao stood on the spot and did not continue to pursue. The long knife in his hand dropped gently, and the tip of the knife touched the ground lightly, emitting a faint cold light, which complemented the otherworldly temperament on his body.

This sword was enough to prove his unfathomable strength, and there was no need for any more unnecessary demonstrations. He knew that if he went further, he might really touch some unspeakable boundaries and offend some people who did not need to be enemies.

people.

Although the old man in front of him may be an unattainable existence in the eyes of ordinary people, in Ling Xiao's eyes, he is just a warrior in the Ningzhen Realm. This realm is too insignificant for him.

Defeating the opponent is just a matter of effort for him; even taking his life is as easy as a thought.

The old man stared at Ling Xiao, his eyes full of complicated emotions, and his emotion was beyond words, "A true hero comes from a young man. With your level of strength, I have been in the world for decades, and I have never seen a few young people who can compare with you.

.I am afraid that I have nothing to teach you from what I have learned."

There was a bit of sincere admiration in his voice, a bit of appreciation for the young talent, but also a trace of regret that was difficult to conceal.

The old man's eyes shone with shock and appreciation, which was a recognition of genius and gratification that the younger generation could surpass himself.

However, this appreciation is mixed with a hint of indescribable regret, as if he feels sorry for not being able to personally guide such a young man with unlimited potential.

If he is lucky enough to accept such a person as his disciple, it will be an immeasurable asset to his sect and his future. But unfortunately, the old man knows very well that his own strength and realm are compared with Ling Xiao.

There was really a huge difference, and he knew he was not qualified to be Ling Xiao's master.

Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his eyes firm and profound. He was not carried away by the old man's praise, nor was he disappointed because the old man claimed that he could not teach him.

He just waited silently, because he knew that a warrior in the Ningzhen Realm, even in this magic building, would never be the strongest being. His goal was to explore a higher realm and pursue a stronger

The power of.

Sure enough, after the old man was silent for a moment, he sighed, with a hint of determination and expectation in his voice, "That's all, come with me, I will take you to see my master!" There was an indescribable emotion in his tone.

Solemnity and awe seemed to be leading Ling Xiao to a whole new world.

With that said, the old man turned around and walked out of the hall with steady steps. His back looked lonely and firm, as if he was showing a silent persistence and belief to Ling Xiao.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao quickly followed him. His steps were brisk and powerful, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire for the unknown. He knew that at this moment, he was one step closer to his goal.

The old man led Ling Xiao through an unusually dense bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest is different from ordinary places. Every bamboo is shiny black, as if soaked by the night. Even the bamboo leaves and the surrounding flowers and plants show an ominous black color, exuding a strange and deep atmosphere, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

People can't help but feel chilled in their hearts, but they are inexplicably attracted to it.

The sunlight shines through the dense bamboo leaves, casting variegated light and shadow, adding a sense of mystery to this dark bamboo forest.

Deep in the bamboo forest, there is an extremely exquisitely built attic hidden in it. It seems to be a building that came out of ancient legends. Every detail reveals ingenuity, but it does not lose its agility and evil charm, and it is in harmony with the surroundings.

The scenery forms a sharp yet harmonious contrast.

The eaves of the attic are slightly upturned, as if they are about to break through the sky, while the patterns carved on the beams and columns vaguely reveal a magical charm, which makes people feel awe.

Just under this attic, a young man is sitting on a piece of bluestone, his fingers lightly jumping on the strings of the guqin, playing a melodious and slightly sad melody. The sound of the piano is like spring water

Ding dong, like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, refreshing and refined, directly touching the heart.

When Ling Xiao saw this young man for the first time, he couldn't help but secretly praise: "Master!" His clothes were simple but elegant, his face was handsome, and his eyes revealed a kind of transcendent indifference and depth, as if the whole world had been ignored by him.

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In Ling Xiao's knowledge, anyone who plays the piano like this and looks so young must have extraordinary cultivation and knowledge, and is definitely a peerless master! He stood quietly aside, not daring to disturb this rare opportunity.

of tranquility and harmony.

The old man slowly approached with Ling Xiao, and gave a slight salute to the young man, with a bit of respect and expectation in his tone: "Brother, master, is she here?" The old man's words revealed his concern for the unknown master.

of deep admiration and longing.

Hearing this, the young man slowly put down the guqin in his hand with an elegant and calm movement. He shook his head gently, with a trace of confusion and helplessness in his eyes: "I don't know where you went. What's wrong?" His voice was clear and rich.

Magnetism seems to penetrate the human heart and reach deep into the soul.

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with approval and expectation. He turned his head and glanced at Ling Xiao who was standing aside, his eyes full of appreciation and recognition.
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