Ye Yunluoli signed to the 10-year Dragon Sect

"As expected of Sword Master."

"Her senior brother doesn't have the Shura armor, even if he is half a step into the Godly Realm, he is still not an opponent of the tenth-level Sword Master in the Godly King Realm."

"Sword Master is very strong, he is worthy of being the number one swordsman in Da Luoyu..."

Many monks below looked at that graceful and graceful figure with fanaticism in their eyes.

But there are also some people who have a trace of worry in the depths of their eyes.

After all, the young man in black said before he died that this was just his clone.

And his true self has already cultivated to the state of God.

Such practice.

If he came to Da Luoyu to challenge Jian Zun, I am afraid Jian Zun would not be his opponent.

"This is the end of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, thank you all friends for coming."

Sword Master's cold voice suddenly spread from the air, announcing the end of this grand event.

Many monks stared blankly at the glamorous sword master in the void, as if unwilling to leave.

Sword Master turned around, before leaving.

She stared deeply at the man in white standing in the square, as if thinking of something, a look of pain suddenly appeared in her eyes.

The next moment, Sword Master disappeared out of thin air.

"wait for me here."

Looking at the painful look in Liu Yiyi's beautiful eyes, a string in Ye Yun's heart was suddenly pulled. He sighed, patted the shoulder of the Dark Blood Cyan Wood Dragon, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. ?

Ye Yun naturally knew Liu Yiyi's mood.

His white clothes, his familiar back, and the last familiar words all brought back all kinds of memories in Liu Yiyi's heart 10 years ago.

According to Ye Yun's guess.

Liu Yiyi had to find a place where no one was there to cry again.

There is no way, the stronger a woman is on the surface, the softer and more fragile her heart actually is.

At this time.

Ye Yun quietly appeared in front of a green bamboo building on the back mountain of Jianyunzong.

At this moment, he saw Liu Yiyi in the bamboo building.

Ye Yun's eyes flickered.

In front of him, the well-known sword master in Da Luoyu was limp on the ground, holding a piece of peach wood in his left hand, and a silver knife in his right hand, and he was carving on the peach wood one knife at a time.

While she was sculpting, she kept crying.

Crying heartbroken, a beautiful little face is like pear blossoms with rain.

Seeing Liu Yiyi crying, Ye Yun suddenly wanted to laugh for some reason.

But he took a deep breath and held back.

Ye Yun approached the bamboo building.

His steps were very light, without any breath coming out.

The sword master bowed his head sadly, and didn't sense anyone walking in at all.

The door was gently pushed open.

Ye Yun walked in and stood behind Liu Yiyi like a ghost.

"Woooo..."

Liu Yiyi was crying while carving, and now she was crying even more sadly, her tears slid onto the robe on her body, wet a large area, and also soaked the mahogany in her hand.

Ye Yun laughed.

This little girl was crying so sadly.

But think about it, he can understand.

A burst of white light enveloped Ye Yun's face, and his appearance changed.

He returned to his original appearance again.

Ye Yun still stood quietly behind Liu Yiyi, looking at the familiar back, silent and did not speak.

Let Liu Yiyi vent her inner sadness.

"Brother Yun, you have been dead for 10 years, but I am still alive. This feeling is too painful. Every time I miss you, I will carve a puppet..."

While crying, Liu Yiyi kept turning the silver knife, pieces of sawdust fell down, and the peach tree quickly turned into a lifelike doll.

Ye Yun looked at the doll and immediately smiled.

Liu Yiyi, a master of swordsmanship, is really good at carving.

Except for the lack of a face, the temperament and image of the doll are almost exactly the same as him.

"This girl, it's really difficult for her..."

Ye Yun sighed in his heart, his eyes softened.

He gently stretched out his hand, ready to touch Liu Yiyi's little head.

suddenly.

His hands stopped in mid-air.

Because, at this time Liu Yiyi spoke again.

"Brother Yun, my annoying elder brother destroyed all the dolls here yesterday. This is my painstaking effort for 10 years. Now there is nothing. I hate it so much..."

Liu Yiyi raised the mahogany puppet in her left hand, her eyes fell on it, and she wept bitterly.

At this time.

Suddenly, a warm and familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Although the mahogany doll is gone, I am a living person... Yiyi, how is it? Is this a surprise?"

Hearing this voice, Liu Yiyi was stunned.

Why does this voice sound so much like her Brother Yun, speaking in her ear?

The tone, intonation, and speed of speech are exactly the same.

While in shock, a gentle hand suddenly landed on Liu Yiyi's head.

"Oh...who?"

Liu Yiyi made a clever move, jumped up like a monkey in an instant, turned around suddenly, a silver light flashed in her hand, and a sword appeared.

"Why, Yiyi, do you still want to murder your husband?"

Looking at the panicked Liu Yiyi, Ye Yun withdrew his palm and said with a calm smile.

Liu Yiyi pointed her sword at Ye Yun in front of her, her eyes were wide open, as if they were about to protrude from their sockets.

She looked at him in shock.

At this moment, Liu Yiyi's heart set off a stormy sea.

The white-clothed figure in front of her was actually Ye Yun who she had been thinking about for 10 years.

Her beloved brother Yun.

But, hasn't Ye Yun been dead for 10 years?

Why did she suddenly appear in front of me?

Could it be that... all this is an illusion?

Someone took advantage of her weak mood to cast an illusion and tricked her?

"who are you?"

Liu Yiyi suppressed the excitement in her heart, gritted her silver teeth, and asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm Ye Yun! Yiyi, I'm here to find you."

Ye Yun said with a smile.

At this moment, he seemed to recall the scene when Luo Li was frightened half to death when he fraudulently emerged from the coffin.

Exactly the same as now.

"Don't lie to me, Brother Yun has been dead for 10 years. Tell me, who are you?"

Liu Yiyi asked warily.

"You girl, why don't you believe me?"

Ye Yun smiled, took out a sword, and practiced the Nine Heavens Lotus Art.

This set of sword techniques was jointly created by him and Liu Yiyi.

"Nine... Nine Heavens Lotus Art... Are you really Brother Yun?"

Looking at the white-clothed figure in front of her, slowly performing the Nine Heavens Lotus Art, Liu Yiyi was so emotional that she was already on the verge of collapse.

"It's me! Silly girl, I'm really not dead. I came from the Cangnan Continent, and I came to find you when I entered the Divine Land."

Ye Yun withdrew the sword and opened his arms to meet Liu Yiyi.

"Brother Yun!"

Liu Yiyi was emotional and shouted.

At this moment, she finally confirmed that the person in front of her was Ye Yun.

She threw away the sword in her hand, and rushed like a ray of light.

Ye Yun hugged Liu Yiyi tightly in his arms.

Holding Liu Yiyi, who was fragrant and warm and slippery, feeling the turbulent devil figure, Ye Yun raised his brows, and said with a smile: "Silly girl, I haven't seen you in 10 years, but your figure is still so good."

"Brother Yun, you're making fun of me again."

Liu Yiyi, who was crying with excitement, burst into tears, and two red clouds appeared on her beautiful face.

"No kidding, haha..."

Ye Yun laughed loudly, one hand slipped down and landed on Liu Yiyi's perky buttocks.

"It's been 10 years, my figure hasn't changed at all, and my people haven't changed, I'm still so silly, so cute..."

Ye Yun withdrew his hand, and gently hooked Liu Yiyi's small white nose with his index finger.

After being stroked by her favorite lover, and then having her nose shaved, Liu Yiyi blushed instantly, almost dying of happiness.

now.

This invincible sword master, who was well-known in the Da Luo domain, had a face as red as a ripe apple, her head drooping slightly, as shy as a little girl waiting to be married.

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(Three chapters today, this is Chapter 1)