Start a deserted grave

People are still entering the venue one after another to take their seats.

At this time, Huang Fen and the others were already in the gazebo, waiting for the final stage to begin.

Just now, when everyone was looking at Yun Miao and Wu Yifan, Huang Fen quietly left with a few people and returned to the box.

Because of this, he missed a good show, and most importantly, he missed the name of the man who distributed it.

If Huang Fen had been there at that time, he would have realized that Fanyuzi and Fuyunzi happened to be the words "turning clouds and turning rain"...

At this time, almost all the people outside Kunlun Mountain had returned to the venue.

With the support of the last deacon beside him and the woman, Wu Yifan barely stood up.

At this moment, his limbs were weak, and he was shaking like a sieve, and he didn't have the slightest appearance that a strong Nascent Soul Realm should have.

The desperate woman reached out her hand to support Wu Yifan's leg, but she didn't want to touch her wet hand.

Looking down, he realized that the ground below Wu Yifan was already wet.

This guy was actually scared to pee...

The woman looked disgusted, and hurriedly shook her hands. Before Wu Yifan could react, she pretended to support him and wiped his back vigorously.

"Young Sect Master!"

The deacon shook Wu Yifan vigorously.

After shaking it several times in succession, seeing that the other party's eyes were still dull, there was no reaction.

The deacon simply gritted his teeth, poured real energy into his palm, and slapped Wu Yifan!

"Snapped!"

Crisp and loud.

Wu Yifan's slack gaze refocused, and when he came back to his senses, he said, "Palace Master, please spare me!"

However, looking around, there is no sign of Yun Miao.

There were only the bodies of the two deacons lying on the ground, and the only remaining deacon, and the woman.

After this incident happened, Wu Yifan didn't have the heart to continue participating in the auction.

After all, if he continues to participate, it is absolutely impossible for him to bid for the third stage of the auction.

So, the three of them, with two corpses, returned to Qing Yunzong's flying boat, and left Kunlun Mountain as if they were fleeing in despair...

Kyushu cultivation world, due east.

Surrounded by green hills on all sides, it forms a natural valley.

There is only one narrow path that can lead through it.

And on this only path, an extremely profound formation was arranged.

But anyone who comes here and does not know the method will lose their way in the forest and will not be able to survive...

In the valley, the vegetation is lush and the wild animals are happy.

Few people in the world know that the most mysterious "organization" in the legends of the Kyushu cultivation world is located in this valley...

Sword Tomb.

According to legend, it got its name because of the 81 handles of the buried sword.

It is said that every sword in this sword mound hides a remnant soul of a peerless powerhouse, that is, the original owner of the sword.

This remnant soul contains all the training memories of the sword master's previous life, as well as the inheritance of skills.

Every few years, there will be a son of destiny who is blessed with good luck, and by chance, "mistakes" into the sword mound.

And here he will draw out a sword that belongs to him, and start a soaring cultivation journey from then on...

Recently, a cultivator who was said to have come out of the sword mound was the person in charge behind the auction. His cultivation had reached the terrifying Mahayana stage, and he could destroy a whole world with a single sword.

The three-foot green blade in his hand is called "Luoyue", and it is said that it was brought out from within the sword mound.

……

Deep in the valley, near a cliff, under a waterfall.

A naked-chested young man with dark skin and prominent muscles was standing in the pool below the waterfall, holding a long sword in front of his chest and meditating with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the flow of time around seemed to become extremely slow at this moment.

The rushing waterfall, the splash of water, seems to be frozen in mid-air...

The young man's eyelids moved slightly, and slowly opened, a touch of blue flashed in his eyes!
"Zheng!"

A sword cry resounded throughout the valley.

The young man's speed is extremely fast, he draws out the sword and draws it back, all in one go!
Fluid and incomparable, the coherence is pleasing to the eye.

These two movements seemed to have been practiced countless times by him until they became one.

The waterfall pouring down like a galaxy was cut off in an instant.

And the surrounding time, which had already become extremely slow, seemed to freeze at this moment!
The disconnected waterfall did not go up continuously, but stopped at the origin just like a severed glacier...

The young man held his sword in his backhand and walked up to the shore with a leisurely expression.

After walking a few steps, the boy raised his left hand, put his fingers on his mouth, and blew a very loud whistle!

A moment later, a strange bird with a colorful body and a slender red tail feather flew over and landed on the boy's left shoulder.

The bright red tail feathers fell down like a red shawl, which matched the image of the young man very well.

"Chixia, what day is it today?"

The young man glanced sideways at the strange bird, his eyes a little dazed.

The strange bird's pointed beak opened and closed slightly, and human words came out of its mouth.

"One thousand and fifty-four days, tweet~"

"Stupid Junming, my memory is really bad, chirping~"

The young man smiled heartily.

"Ha ha!"

"You have a good memory, it's okay~"

"Chixia, help me remember, today..."

"One thousand and five... How much is it?"

The strange bird named Chixia reminded again: "One thousand and fifty-four days, chirping~"

The boy took the conversation and said, "Yes! One thousand and fifty-four days."

"Today, I can cut off the waterfall and stop the flow of time!"

While talking, one person, one bird, walked quickly through the forest.

In the surrounding forest, some roe deer, wild boars, hares and other animals saw the boy passing by with birds without any panic at all.

Just looked up, then continued to eat grass that should be eaten, sleep that should sleep...

"Chixia, these days are too boring..."

"When will I be able to go out and roam the world like a sloppy boy, enjoying my friendship and hatred!"

The young man raised his head, looking up at the blue sky that was within his reach but out of reach...

When it comes to the eight words of breaking through the world, joyful kindness and hatred, the boy's eyes showed a light of expectation.

Chi Xia said, "He's called Fan Yuzi, not Sloppy, Jiujiu~"

The young man said with a hippie smile: "Hey! Who told him to dishevel his hair all day long and wear tattered clothes, looking sloppy..."

"You're not the same, Jiujiu~"

Hearing this, the boy looked sideways at his loose hair, and then looked down at the only piece of clothing on his body—the linen pants that had already been torn several times, half of his buttocks were exposed...

Embarrassed, he pouted.