"I'm also blamed for this matter. I'm really careless!" In the hall above the main peak of Yueyuan Pavilion, Lin Tao rubbed his temples with some guilt. Yuan Yu was very outstanding and was one of the backbone forces in Yueyuan Pavilion. Of course, he also knew how much the destruction of his most beloved close-fitting weapon would have hit Yuan Yu.

"I hope this child can overcome this hurdle." A faint light flashed through the turbid eyes of a gray-clothed Supreme Elder with white hair and beards, revealing a mysterious temperament.

"If it can be broken, it will not be a disaster, but a great fortune for fish to jump into the dragon gate."

"I hope, we can't interfere with this kind of thing, it depends on himself." The Chief Supreme Elder twisted his long beard, and there was a trace of expectation on his face.

Yuan Yu's talent can only be considered to be middle-aged and superior, but he has great perseverance and is highly valued by senior officials of these sects.

"Fang Xi, are you okay?" Seeing that such a big thing happened as soon as she came back, Chen Xinling was immediately worried, but after learning that Fang Xi had killed the enemy with thunder means, her concern turned into relief.

This man has now grown up completely. It is easy to kill two famous guardians of famous families who have been famous for a long time, and their invincible divine posture is faintly revealed.

"I'm fine, now I'm more worried about how Uncle Yuan Yu is doing." Fang Xi held Chen Xinling's hand, but there was a hint of worry on his face. Yuan Yu must be in a bad state. The close-fitting weapon that had been with him for decades was ruthlessly damaged in one blow. Such a blow is undoubtedly heavy for a seeker...

Yuan Yu is a swordsman. Whether he was in the mortal world or later joined the world of cultivators, he always kept his sword in his body.

If one day he is lucky enough to achieve enlightenment, he will definitely be the stunning peerless sword immortal, and the green spring of the green will be his magic weapon to attain enlightenment!

The sword has now broken.

Does a swordsman without a sword have any meaning of existence?

"You go and see Master Yuanyu." He pulled his slender hand back sensibly, Chen Xinling helped Fang Xi sort out the Qingshan and said softly: "Mr. Yuanyu is usually very arrogant. Although he takes good care of us in the sect, there are not many people who really say their hearts. You and Ping'er are both closest to him. At this time, you should enlighten him."

"Xin Ling." Fang Xi held the jade man in front of him into his arms, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I just came back but didn't have time to spend time with you."

"It's okay." Chen Xinling chuckled and pinched Fang Xi's cheek and said, "You are a busy person now and the hope of the sect. How can I tie you to me every day? As long as you don't forget me in your heart."

"How could that happen?" He hugged the jade man in his arms tightly, feeling the other person's body temperature and heartbeat. Fang Xi's heart, who had been running around for so many days, felt extremely peaceful.

"If you never leave me, I will depend on each other in life and death."

After leaving Chen Xinling's quiet room, Fang Xi's face appeared again. When he thought that the Qingfeng Sword broke today was Yuan Yu's desperate, desolate and desolate figure, his heart couldn't help but feel ache.

What a cool and heroic man who used to be!

Youquan Qingfeng. What a resounding name!

Fang Xi will never forget that when he was still weak, Yuan Yu showed the elegant style of the burial of the Nether Spring on the rolling river to protect them.

At that time, Fang Xi learned for the first time that the sword technique of killing people could be so beautiful and elegant.

But in the blink of an eye, the green edge had broken and the sharpness was no longer there.

"Squeak." Fang Xi gently pushed open Yuan Yu's door, but found that the room was empty and the bed was extremely neat. It was obvious that he had never come back after that morning...

"Have you not come back yet?" Fang Xi pursed her lips, feeling a little worried. After getting rid of Gui Yue, Fang Xi rushed over immediately. However, he did not find any trace of Yuan Yu. Three days have passed in this flash, and he still has not heard of any news.

"Squeak."

Another light sound, a man covered in alcohol walked in, shaking and almost falling.

"Uncle Yuan Yu!" He shouted in surprise, and Fang Xi stepped forward and helped Yuan Yu's body up. Yuan Yu's long hair was scattered, and his face was pale like a weak and sickly man. The originally smooth white robe was now covered with dust and wrinkles, and looked completely decent.

A man who once stood proudly in the clouds and looked down at the world with a sword, now he was like a banished immortal who was knocked down from the nine heavens. A terrifying evening aura lingered between his eyebrows, which was shocking.

"Haha, you're here!" He smiled at Fang Xi in a daze, Yuan Yu's face was full of drunkenness and stumbled onto his couch.

"Uncle Yuanyu, are you okay?" Fang Xi asked softly on Yuanyu's forehead with his hand.

"It's okay, what can I do?" Yuan Yu murmured in a low voice, his face full of intoxicated smile, but two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

"What's the use of me being fine? But the sword"

"Uncle Yuanyu, it's okay. We can recast the sword without it, but you can't just collapse like this!" An extremely sad look appeared on his face, and Fang Xi said sincerely.

Without answering Fang Xi, Yuan Yu seemed to be really drunk. He died of drunkenness, and his whole body was drowsy and soundless.

If he hadn't wanted to get drunk, how could he have become like this with his cultivation level?

"Let's go."

At this moment, a gentle whisper suddenly sounded outside the door, and an old man without a strong aura appeared beside them.

"You are?" A hint of confusion appeared on his face. Even with his keenness of his spiritual sense, he could not feel the breath of the old man. However, his intuition told him that the silent old man in front of him must be not simple.

"If you can pass this hurdle, it depends on himself. This kid was so stubborn at the beginning, but I believe he would come out." The old man twisted his beard and smiled, looking at Yuan Yu who had fallen into a coma, a bright light flashed in his turbid old eyes.

"But the old senior" looked at the old man who turned around and left, Fang Xi wanted to speak but stopped. How could he ignore Yuan Yu's decadent at this time?

"Believe me." Looking back at Fang Xi, the old man smiled and said, "Just like you believe in your Master Zhang Feng."

"You are?!" Hearing the old man say this, Fang Xi's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle hole, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "You are Gaidai Renjie from the Mahayana period?!"

"Haha, I'm your incompetent junior brother Zhang Feng," shook his head with self-deprecating self-deprecating, and the old man's body disappeared while raising his legs.

"I have been expelled from the master for many years, and I have only barely managed to make a step forward in the Mahayana."

"A strong man from half a step Mahayana?!" He took a breath of air, and Fang Xi was filled with horror. Such a peak powerhouse was actually paying attention to Yuan Yu. It seemed that Yuan Yu's fortune was not that simple.

Turning around and walking to the door, Fang Xi turned his head and looked at Yuan Yu who was unconscious on the bed, sighed and said softly.
Chapter completed!