Chapter 412 Formal reunion after 100,000 years

"As expected of the Sword Master."

"Her senior brother doesn't have the Shura armor. Even if he is half-step to the Divine Lord realm, he is still no match for the tenth-level Sword Master of the Divine Lord realm."

"The Sword Master is very strong, and he is worthy of being the strongest swordsman in our Daluo Domain..."

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

But there were also some people who had a trace of worry flashing deep in their eyes.

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

And his true self has cultivated to the realm of God.

Such cultivation.

If he comes to Da Luo Domain to challenge Sword Master, I am afraid that Sword Master will not be his opponent.

"This is the end of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. Thank you all friends for coming."

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

Many monks stared blankly at the stunningly beautiful Sword Master in the void, seemingly unwilling to leave.

The sword master turned around before leaving.

She stared deeply at the man in white standing in the square, and seemed to have thought of something. A look of pain suddenly appeared in her eyes.

The next moment, the sword master disappeared out of thin air.

"wait for me here."

Looking at the pain in Liu Yiyi's beautiful eyes, a string in Ye Yun's heart was suddenly touched. He sighed, patted the Dark Blood Green Wood Dragon on the shoulder, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yun naturally knew Liu Yiyi's mood.

His white clothes, familiar back, and those familiar words at the end all brought back all kinds of memories in Liu Yiyi's heart a hundred thousand years ago.

According to Ye Yun's guess.

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

There is no way, the stronger a woman looks on the outside, the softer and more fragile she is on the inside.

At this time.

Ye Yun appeared quietly in front of a green bamboo building on the back hill of Jianyun Sect.

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

Ye Yun's eyes flashed.

In front of him, the famous swordsman in the Great Luo Realm was paralyzed on the ground. He was holding a piece of peach wood in his left hand and a silver knife in his right hand. He was carving on the peach wood with one knife after another.

While she was carving, she kept crying.

She was crying heartbrokenly, and her beautiful little face looked like pear blossoms in the 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, who lowered his head sadly, did not sense anyone coming in at all.

The door was pushed open gently.

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

"Woooo..."

Liu Yiyi was crying while carving, and she was crying even more sadly. Her tears slipped onto her robe, soaking a large area, and also soaked the peach wood in her hands.

Ye Yun laughed.

This little girl cried so sadly.

But thinking 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 figure, silent and did not speak.

Let Liu Yiyi vent her inner sadness.

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

While Liu Yiyi was crying, she 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 not having a face, the doll's temperament and image are almost exactly the same as him.

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

Ye Yun sighed in his heart and his eyes softened.

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

suddenly.

His hand stopped in mid-air.

Because at this time Liu Yiyi spoke again.

"Brother Yun, my annoying senior brother, destroyed all the dolls here yesterday. This is my 100,000 years of hard work. Now there is nothing. I hate it so much..."

Liu Yiyi raised the peach wood doll on her left hand, looked at it, and cried bitterly.

At this time.

Suddenly, a warm and familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Although the Taomu doll is gone, a living person like me is here... Yiyi, how about it? Is this a surprise?"

Hearing this voice, Liu Yiyi was stunned.

Why does this voice sound so much like her Brother Yun, talking next to her ear?

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

While she was in shock, suddenly a gentle hand fell on Liu Yiyi's head.

"Oops... who?"

Liu Yiyi got an idea, jumped up like a monkey, turned around suddenly, and a sword appeared in her hand with a flash of silver light.

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

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

Liu Yiyi pointed her sword at Ye Yun in front of her, her eyes widened as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.

She looked at the other party in great shock.

At this moment, Liu Yiyi's heart was filled with turmoil.

The white-clothed figure in front of her turned out to be Ye Yun, whom she had been thinking about for a hundred thousand years.

Her beloved Brother Yun.

However, hasn’t Ye Yun been dead for a hundred thousand years?

Why did he suddenly appear in front of him?

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

Someone took advantage of her weak mood and cast an illusion, and she was tricked?

"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 remember the scene in the past when the corpse came out of the coffin and scared Luo Li half to death.

Exactly the same as now.

"Don't lie to me, Brother Yun has been dead for a hundred thousand 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 casually practiced the Nine Heavens Lotus Technique.

This set of swordsmanship 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 Technique, Liu Yiyi was so excited that she was on the verge of collapse.

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

Ye Yun took back the sword and opened his arms to face Liu Yiyi.

"Brother Yun!"

Liu Yiyi was excited 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 towards her like a ray of light.

Ye Yun hugged Liu Yiyi tightly in his arms.

Holding the fragrant Liu Yiyi in his arms, feeling the turbulent devil figure, Ye Yun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Silly girl, I haven't seen you for a hundred thousand years, but you are still in such good shape."

"Brother Yun, you made fun of me again."

Liu Yiyi, who was originally crying with excitement, suddenly burst into tears and smiled, with two red clouds rising on her beautiful little face.

"No kidding, haha..."

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

"It's been a hundred thousand years, and my figure hasn't changed at all, and my person hasn't changed at all. I'm still so silly and cute..."

Ye Yun withdrew his hand and gently touched the bridge of Liu Yiyi's fair nose with his index finger.

Having her butt touched by her favorite lover, and then having her nose shaved, Liu Yiyi blushed immediately and was so happy that she almost died.

now.

This famous invincible swordsman in the Great Luo Realm had a face as red as a ripe apple. Her head was slightly lowered, as shy as a little girl about to get married.

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(Three chapters today, this is the first)