In an instant, the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand became several times larger. The seven small swords hanging on it jingled, the runes on the sword body flowed, and the aura of awe slowly spread toward the surroundings.

When the old man looked at the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, his eyes lit up, his body trembled slightly, and he blurted out: "Maoshan Seven-Star Sword! How come you have this sword? Who are you?"

"You don't even tell me who you are, why should I tell you?" Ge Yu slightly shook the sword in his hand and pointed at the old man.

"A person who can hold the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword must have a great background. It seems that I encountered a tough problem today. Anyway, you are not a small role. Originally, I thought you were not worthy of knowing my name. Look.

For the sake of this Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, I will let you die."

At this point, the old man paused and said with a smile: "Boy, please listen carefully. I have nicknamed Uncle Beiming Ghost! How about it, are you scared? If you are scared, just kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy. Maybe

I can even spare your life."

"I'm sorry, I really haven't heard of Beiming Ghost Uncle. I apologize for my ignorance." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? You don't even know my name, how did you come out to hang out?" Uncle Beiming suddenly said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know, I've never heard of it." Ge Yu sneered.

Ge Yu was telling the truth. Except for the famous masters in the world, Ge Yu had heard of them, such as Jiuyanghua Li Bai and others, but this Beiming Ghost Uncle had never been heard of by Ge Yu. He was just like the one he met in the mountain city.

There are two evil spirits in the mountain city, so Ge ​​Yu was not deliberately angry with the old man, he really didn't know.

With great difficulty, Uncle Beiming suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, I have already given my name. It's time to tell me who you are, right?"

"I am Ge Yu, a disciple of Chen Yuan Zhenren in Maoshan, whose Taoist name is Longyan." Ge Yu said lightly.

"What? So young? Master Chenyuan..." Uncle Beiming's eyes widened and he said in disbelief.

Whenever Ge Yu reported his name, most of them didn't believe it. The main reason was that Master Chenyuan was already over a hundred years old. Most of the practitioners in the world who knew Chenyuan thought they were Maoshan Zhang.

Master Long Hua was his disciple, and Master Long Hua also had some brothers who were in their seventies or eighties. No one would have thought that Master Chen Yuan would accept a close disciple like Ge Yu, and he only accepted him after he was a hundred years old.

Furthermore, Chen Yuan’s actions have always been mysterious and unpredictable. Even the people of Wanluo Sect have no trace of this matter, let alone other people. Therefore, most practitioners in the world do not know about Chen Yuan.

There is also the matter of Ge Yu, a closed disciple.

Although Uncle Beiming was full of suspicion, when he saw the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, he became convinced. After all, this is Maoshan's sacred weapon and not everyone can take it.

Only the former master of Maoshan, Master Chenyuan, has the right to decide which disciple to give this sword to.

The master of Maoshan, Longhu Zhenren, is very old and has not taken the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword. In other words, the master of Chenyuan intends to give the position of the next master to this boy, because only the master of Maoshan Seven-Star Sword can do it.

use.

Now that he knew that Ge Yu was from Maoshan and was also the apprentice of Master Chenyuan, Uncle Beiming felt a little wary in his heart.

The people of Maoshan are not easy to offend. They are the largest sect in the world. If you offend them, the consequences will be disastrous. Even the old guys in Maoshan's execution hall will not be able to resist.

But then I thought about it, I killed Ge Yu and everyone present today, who would know?

Thinking of this, the Beiming Ghost Uncle chuckled and said: "Boy from Maoshan, you know the rules of the world and break the human magic circle. This is a mortal enemy. You met me today. You are unlucky!"

"The demons of evil cults who use magic circles to harm people's lives are just like rats crossing the street. Everyone kills them if they find them. Breaking your magic circle is the next best thing. Taking your life is the key." Ge Yu said sternly.

"Huangkou kid, you have such a strong tone, you should die!" As he said that, Uncle Beiming waved two daggers, and in a flash, he reached Ge Yu's side. The two double knives were as fast as

Like lightning, they came towards Ge Yu one after another!

This man's sword skills were proficient, he was about to enter the realm of transformation, and his strength was very strong. As soon as Ge Yu fought with him, he felt a huge pressure and forced himself to retreat.

Just as he expected, this person's cultivation level is above his own.

Master Han who was standing aside saw Ge Yu fighting with the Beiming Ghost Uncle. After taking a few breaths, he immediately waved the folding fan in his hand and walked towards the Beiming Ghost Uncle, saying loudly: "

Master...I'm here to help you..."

However, Master Han's level in a master's duel like this was simply unmatched. Moreover, Master Han was slapped hard by Uncle Beiming, and was already seriously injured. Now he was even more injured.

Can't be of much help.

Just when Master Han was wandering towards Uncle Beiming, suddenly, more than a dozen people ran out from nowhere and rushed towards them quickly. These people had all the weapons in their hands.

With bright swords and black night clothes on their bodies, everyone looked like they were practitioners with good skills.

When Master Han saw the dozen masters rushing over, he stopped in fear, thinking that he was doomed now. It turned out that Uncle Beiming had help.

In fact, when I think about it, when the two of them went to chase Uncle Beiming, a group of people kidnapped He Weidao and the Ling family father and son. It must be these people who did it.

In my situation, there was no way I could deal with a dozen practitioners, but it was too late to run away now.

"Let's fight." Master Han gritted his teeth, suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and poured his spiritual power into it. Countless pink plum blossom petals suddenly flew out from the fan, towards the dozen or so people holding machetes.

Fly away.

As soon as those plum blossoms floated out, they all turned into murderous weapons and shot out like blades.

The people who originally rushed towards Ge Yu stopped immediately. Someone immediately threw out a few talismans and turned them into a strong energy barrier, blocking them in front of everyone. All the petals hit the strong energy barrier.

Banging sound.
Chapter completed!