Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

The front hall of the Shadow Sect.

Yi Bu covered his chest with a painful look on his face, and his voice was a little weak: "You two are both the best in the Wen family. I believe there must be a way to treat it. I hope you can teach me. Thank you."

Wen Hujiu laughed: "There is a way, but my nephew must agree. Wen Zhuliu, don't you think so?"

Wen Zhuliu smiled slightly: "Of course."

"Then... may I ask if the young master has any requirements?" Yi Bu asked in confusion.

"My Xiaojiu has always been gentle and friendly. He shouldn't make any excessive requests, right?" Wen Hujiu looked at Wen Zhuliu and smiled.

Wen Zhuliu also smiled.

"I'll ask him to come over and let him see it himself." Wen Hujiu took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Yi Bu hurriedly clasped his fists.

Wen Hujiu waved his hand casually, and suddenly there was a loud noise above the sky.

Then, a huge black word - Wen, suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Why is the word black this time?" Yi Buhuo asked.

"This is a signal to summon the head of the family to take action." Wen Zhuliu replied, "The head of the family summoning order has not been issued for twenty years, and the first one is for the treatment of Master Yi."

"Yes, Master Yi, you are really generous!" Wen Hujiu drank a sip of wine and smiled.

Then, he and Wen Zhuliu looked at each other and stepped back a few steps towards the front hall.

The next second, a strong sword energy suddenly rose above the front yard of Yingzong.

With a "bang", a giant sword about ten feet high smashed into the front yard.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout was transmitted from the sky:

"Who dares to touch my second uncle!"

Yingzong backyard.

The bright sunshine fell on the courtyard, and a young man in simple clothes was holding a narrow bamboo sword and waving it continuously.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

He stopped moving, spread out his palms, and found that they were covered with fine beads of sweat.

He sighed softly and murmured to himself: "If you swing the sword a thousand times a day, even the most ordinary sword moves can be practiced to perfection..."

Just then, a strong sense of vibration suddenly surged in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky in front of the yard, frowning tightly.

He said to the woman behind him with a serious face: "Junior sister, I'm afraid the Shadow Sect is in big trouble!"

But the woman leaned leisurely on the rattan chair, smiled, and replied indifferently: "What nonsense are you talking about? Those are the doctors specially invited by my father. Don't worry about them."

Luo Qingyang said anxiously: "Junior sister, are we just going to sit back and do nothing? Don't we go to see what happened outside?"

As he said, he put away the narrow bamboo sword in his hand and prepared to go to the front yard to check the situation.

The corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile: "Don't worry, senior brother. I heard that my father invited people from the three major families in the martial arts world this time, and there must be a way." She spoke in a relaxed tone, and she didn't seem to worry about the safety of the Yingzong.

Hearing the woman's words, Luo Qingyang shook his head helplessly, but still followed her advice.

He turned and walked into the house, while reminding the woman to pay attention to safety.

The woman glanced at him casually, then picked up a banana on the table and shouted to the house with a smile: "I know, senior brother. I will go back to the other garden to practice first. If there is nothing else important, don't come to find me first."

The woman jumped lightly and walked towards the other garden.

Not long after she left, Luo Qingyang walked out of the house, with a narrow iron sword on his waist, looking at the front yard and muttering: "This sword energy is so strong!"

In the front yard of the Yingzong.

Fortunately, Wen Hujiu and Wen Zhuliu, who had been prepared, had already retreated in advance.

Poor Shadow Sect leader Yi Bu was flung several meters away by a sword energy and hit the wall hard.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at a young man in white standing above the giant sword. From a distance, he had a pair of bright eyes like stars and long flowing hair, just like a Confucian immortal.

"How dare you, a mere Shadow Sect, hurt my two uncles!" Wen Jiutian's face was gloomy, staring at Yi Bu with cold eyes, exuding a sharp aura.

His voice was as cold as ice, which made people shudder.

Then, he flashed and landed in front of Yi Bu like a ghost, as if teleporting.

Then, he sheathed the magic sword in his hand, and his movements were smooth and free.

However, he shook his head and sighed: "The poison has entered the lungs, and it is difficult for the Golden Immortal to cure it."

Hearing this, Wenhujiu quickly stepped forward, helped Yi Bu up, and said apologetically: "Master Yi, I'm sorry, my nephew is ignorant, please don't blame me! Please forgive me for any offense."

Yi Bu helped Wenhujiu up's arm, slowly stood up, and then waved his hand to show that he was fine.

He looked at Wen Jiutian deeply, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

Although he didn't know where this feeling came from, he could feel the difference emanating from this young man.

Although Yi Bu's face was pale and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, he still couldn't help but give Wen Jiutian a thumbs up.

You know, as the leader of the Shadow Sect, Yi Bu has experienced countless storms and met all kinds of people.

But with just one glance, he could see that the young man in front of him had an extraordinary temperament and demeanor.

Especially the sword that fell from the sky just now, its power was so strong that Yi Bu concluded that the young man's realm had at least reached the realm of Xiaoyao Tian!

It is amazing that he can achieve such an achievement at such a young age.

"Mr. Wen, is this the current young master of the Wen family?" Yi Bu's praise was overflowing.

Wen Hujiu did not answer directly.

But Wen Zhuliu had already knelt on the ground: "Master!"

The shout of "Master" made Yi Bu stunned.

Originally, he just wanted to ask Wen Zhuliu for help, and it was just a friendship they had met once.

However, Wen Zhuliu invited Wen Hujiu, who was famous in the martial arts world, and this was the real top four on the list!

I thought my poison could be cured, but he was helpless.

The three great families in the martial arts world, although the people in the martial arts world don't say it on the surface, everyone knows that the old Wen family has been dormant in Lingnan for hundreds of years.

They rarely show up in the martial arts world, let alone ask them to do something.

The Wen family is actually the strongest of the three great families. Everyone doesn't say this, but it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't know it.

After all, the Wen family themselves don't want to be too famous.

Thinking of this, Yi Bu's eyes showed a look of cherishing talent.

"Come, Xiaojiu, I asked you to come here this time because I want you to take a look at the poison for the Shadow Sect leader." Wen Hujiu said with a smile.

Wen Jiutian glanced at Yi Bu and said calmly: "The poison has already entered his lungs, and our Wen family is a poison-using family and we don't know how to detoxify."

Yi Bu's face turned pale when he heard this, thinking that this was the end.