Chapter 13507 Take you to see my master

The bloodthirsty knife drew a cold trajectory in the air, with an indescribable sense of oppression, and hit the black-haired old man directly. At this moment, the whole hall seemed to be shrouded by this knife, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

However, the old man's face, which had been as calm as a mountain, suddenly changed color at this moment, as if touched by some invisible force, and a trace of imperceptible horror flashed in his eyes.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, his jet-black hair twisted and changed strangely, and finally turned into the shape of a graceful woman. The woman's face was blurred, and she was surrounded by a cold and mysterious aura.

She slowly stretched out a hand as dark as the night. Her fingers were slender, but the nails on the fingertips were so sharp that they seemed to be able to tear through the void. It flashed a heart-pounding cold light, and with an irresistible force, she fiercely slapped the incomparably sharp blade light.

The blade light drew a dazzling track in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, but the moment it touched the dark palm, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, making a crisp "crack" sound, and then dissipated into nothingness like foam.

The old man was also hit back by this, and his body staggered back involuntarily, sliding for several meters before he could barely stabilize his body. He stood there, his face changing from gloomy to bright, sometimes as pale as paper, sometimes with a sickly blush. Obviously, this attack was also a big burden for him.

Ling Xiao stood where he was and did not continue chasing. The long sword in his hand fell gently, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, emitting a faint cold light, which complemented his extraordinary temperament.

This one strike was enough to prove his unfathomable strength, and there was no need to make any more unnecessary demonstrations. He knew very well that if he went one step further, he would probably really touch some unspeakable boundaries and offend some people who didn't need to be his enemies.

Although the old man in front of him might be an unattainable existence in the eyes of ordinary people, in Ling Xiao's eyes, he is just a warrior in the Nascent Soul Realm. This realm is too insignificant for him.

For him, defeating the opponent is just a piece of cake; even taking his life is easy as pie in the sky, it only takes a thought.

The old man stared at Ling Xiao, his eyes full of complicated emotions, his feelings were beyond words, "It is true that heroes emerge from youth. With your strength, I have been in the martial arts world for decades, and I have never seen many young people who can match you. I am afraid that there is nothing I can teach you with all I have learned in my life."

His voice was filled with some sincere admiration, some appreciation for young talents, but also with a hint of regret that was difficult to conceal.

There was a gleam of shock and appreciation in the old man's eyes. It was a recognition of genius and a satisfaction that the younger generation could surpass himself.

However, this appreciation was mixed with a hint of indescribable regret, as if he was regretting that he could not personally guide such a young person with unlimited potential.

If he could be lucky enough to accept such a person as his disciple, it would be an inestimable fortune for his sect and his future. But unfortunately, the old man knew that his own strength and realm were far behind Ling Xiao, and he knew that he was not qualified to be Ling Xiao's master.

Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his eyes firm and deep. He did not get carried away by the old man's praise, nor was he disappointed because the old man claimed that he could not teach him.

He just waited silently, because he knew that a warrior in the Condensation Realm could never be the strongest even in this magic building. His goal was to explore a higher realm and pursue stronger power.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, the old man let out a long sigh, with a hint of determination and expectation in his voice, "Forget it, come with me, I'll take you to see my master!" His tone revealed an indescribable solemnity and awe, as if he was about to lead Ling Xiao into a whole new world.

As he spoke, the old man turned around and walked out of the hall with steady steps. His back looked lonely and determined, as if he was showing Ling Xiao a silent persistence and belief.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao hurriedly followed, his steps were brisk and powerful, his eyes flashing with curiosity and desire for the unknown. He knew that at this moment, he was one step closer to his goal.

The old man led Ling Xiao through an extremely dense bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest is different from ordinary places. Every bamboo is shiny black, as if dyed by the night. Even the bamboo leaves and the surrounding flowers and plants appear an ominous black color, giving off a strange and deep breath that makes people feel chilly involuntarily, yet inexplicably attracted to it.

The sunlight shines through the dense bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a sense of mystery to this dark bamboo forest.

Deep in the bamboo forest, there is a very exquisitely built attic hidden. It seems like a building that came out of an ancient legend. Every detail reveals its ingenuity, yet it is still agile and charming, forming a sharp and harmonious contrast with the surrounding scenery.

The eaves of the attic are slightly upturned, as if they are about to break through the sky, and the patterns carved on the beams and pillars vaguely reveal a magical charm that makes people feel awe.

Just below this attic, a young man was sitting on a bluestone, his fingers gently dancing on the strings of the guqin, playing a melodious and slightly sad melody. The sound of the guqin was like the sound of spring water and the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, fresh and refined, touching the heart.

When Ling Xiao first saw this young man, he couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart: "What a master!" His clothes were simple but elegant, his face was handsome, and his eyes revealed a kind of detached indifference and depth, as if the whole world had been left aside by him.

In Ling Xiao's opinion, anyone who plays the zither like this and looks so young must have extraordinary skills and knowledge, and must be a peerless master without a doubt! He stood quietly aside, not daring to disturb this rare tranquility and harmony.

The old man slowly approached with Ling Xiao, bowed slightly to the young man, and said with a bit of respect and expectation in his tone: "Brother, is the master here?" The old man's words revealed his deep admiration and longing for the unknown master.

Hearing this, the young man slowly put down the guqin in his hand, his movements were graceful and calm. He shook his head slightly, with a hint of confusion and helplessness in his eyes: "I don't know where he went, what happened?" His voice was clear and magnetic, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of their souls.

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with approval and expectation. He turned his head and glanced at Ling Xiao who was standing beside him, his eyes full of appreciation and recognition.

His eyes were full of expectation and praise for Ling Xiao, as if he was looking at his precious disciple. (End of this chapter)