Everyone looked at the old man behind him.

The old man had white hair, a flushed face, and was out of breath.

He didn't have a sword on him, and he was only wearing white cloth clothes.

But his eyes were shining brightly, he was full of energy, and he seemed to be growing old and strong.

Moreover, the current age of the Sword Emperor is said to be over a hundred years old.

No one knows exactly how old they are.

60 sixties, 70 ancient rare.

Being able to live to be more than a hundred years old in ancient times, it can be seen that this person pays great attention to health preservation.

Secondly, his deep inner strength also added a lot of life span to him.

"Emperor Ye Jian? Didn't expect you to come?"

Sword Saint Yun Feiyang looked at Sword Emperor Ye Sanyao with a smile.

Even if the two haven't seen each other for more than 30 years, if they meet again after 30 years, they still hit it off.

They are neither enemies nor friends, they are just rivals who cherish each other.

But the two cherish this bond and friendship very much.

Otherwise, we wouldn't meet again at the Longhushan Sword Fighting Competition thirty years later!

Emperor Ye Jian looked at Yun Feiyang with a smile, and said, "Yun Feiyang, how can the elder break his promise and not keep the appointment with the younger generation? This is dishonesty! Haha!"

Emperor Ye Jian relied on himself to be older than Yun Feiyang, so he always called Yun Feiyang a junior.

But Yun Feiyang was not angry either.

Because when Emperor Ye Jian ruled the world, he was indeed just a child.

On the other hand, Yun Feiyang mocked: "This appointment is an appointment, but you are late? Are you dishonest? If you are an hour late, it's okay to say, but you are seven days late, how can you explain it?"

Sure enough, Yun Feiyang's words directly blocked Emperor Ye Jian's words.

Emperor Ye Jian looked a little embarrassed, and said: "Oh, it's just that you can't find your way? In the past thirty years, Longhu Mountain has changed a lot. We set off half a month ago, going around all the way, and met people along the way. I met a few Dongying warriors, and the old man asked them if they knew how to get to Longhu Mountain? They gave me random directions, and the old man almost ran to Suzhou!"

"Oh? Then it must be them!"

Yun Feiyang smiled.

Li Chengfeng also patted his forehead heavily.

Probably the swordsmen and warriors from the island countries of Okita Lanteng, right?

If others give them directions indiscriminately, they also give directions indiscriminately to others? No harm!

Yun Feiyang said: "Okay, let's stop talking nonsense! It's time for us to travel as promised thirty years ago!"

However, Emperor Ye Jian waved his hand and said: "Yun Feiyang, seeing that you are injured, the old man probably just finished participating in the sword fighting competition! How about this, let's rest for a while and try again, how about it?"

Yun Feiyang sneered, and said: "Hmph, I have no problem, I see, you are tired from climbing the mountain, so you deliberately said you want to rest?"

Ye Jiandi smiled and said: "Haha, let's rest together. If you don't use your full strength, no one will be happy if they win, right?"

Yun Feiyang nodded, and said: "Haha, that's good, let's take a rest and fight!"

"okay!"

…

Afterwards, Ye Sanyao came to the crowd and sat down to rest.

His two little apprentices made him a branch umbrella to shade him, and brought him tea and water, which was very pleasant.

The swordsmen on the side came here one after another to pay respects to Emperor Ye Jian.

After all, this is a mythical figure of swordsmanship in the last century.

Now that we meet again, we can be said to be the collective idols of these junior swordsmen.

Everyone chatted with Emperor Ye Jian.

But Emperor Ye Jian ignored them at all, and even said: Don't disturb my rest, or you will bear the consequences.

He raised his hand and threw a stone, and the stone directly penetrated a wooden stake on the ring with the posture of sword energy and Changhong.

Since then, no one dared to approach Ye Jiandi without authorization.

Otherwise, if Emperor Ye Jian was angered, he would probably be able to beat him to death with a stone in his hand.

Turtle, good guy.

This method, this speed, this hidden weapon?

It is estimated that it can be compared with the Desert Eagle, right?

Sure enough, the ancient swordsmen still have something.

"So, is it the start of the finals now? Yun Feiyang!"

Emperor Ye Jian was present, and he didn't bother to talk to everyone, only talking to Yun Feiyang.

Yun Feiyang nodded and said: "Yes, the final is coming soon! But I have already lost!"

"What? You lost? Impossible, who did you lose to?"

"The Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty!"

"The Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty? Why is the Eighth Prince here?"

"Not only the eighth prince, but also the emperor is here!"

Speaking of which, Yun Feiyang came to the side of Li Shimin and Li Chengfeng, and said: "Emperor Ye Jian, let me introduce you, this is the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, and this is the famous Eighth Prince of the Tang Dynasty, I miss you I have also heard the legend of the Eighth Prince!"

"That's right, I've indeed heard of it, but now that I look at it, I'm sure I'm among the dragons and phoenixes!"

After finishing speaking, Emperor Ye Jian quickly got up, bowed slightly to Li Shimin, and said, "Old man, I have seen the emperor!"

"You're welcome, I heard that you are the sword emperor? Are you the strongest swordsman in the world today?"

Li Shimin is very interested in kendo, otherwise he would not have come to participate in this competition~lightnovelpub.net~ Emperor Ye Jian shook his head modestly, and said: "There are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. Give me the title, the old man has never said that he is number one in the world!"

"Haha, kindness!"

Li Shimin still admires him very much.

Afterwards, Emperor Ye Jian looked at Yun Feiyang and said, "Yun Feiyang, you lost to the Eighth Prince? Isn't this moisture more or less?"

Yun Feiyang turned to Zhou Meiling, and said: "If I can't beat it, I really can't beat it. I have already lost to the Eighth Prince in terms of the artistic conception of the sword. I fought a total of more than 180 moves, and I lost one move in the end!"

"Impossible, you have studied swordsmanship for decades, how could you be inferior to a seven-year-old child?"

"But if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, there is no way!"

Yun Feiyang was also helpless.

I did my best to fight Li Chengfeng.

But I just can't beat it.

Emperor Ye Jian said: "Could it be that the Eighth Prince is really the reincarnation of a god?"

Yun Feiyang said: "It's hard to say, but it's almost the same, otherwise, what can be used to explain the eighth prince's martial arts?"

"Um…"

"Also, there are many masters participating in the competition this year, especially the one named Cheng Tian. His swordsmanship is very strange. Even if I face him, I dare not be 100% sure that I can win!"

"What? Another young man with a back? I haven't come out of the mountain for many years. I don't think this world is full of masters?"

Emperor Ye Jian took a deep breath and looked forward with shining eyes.

…

In the end, only three people entered the final of the Longhushan sword fight.

The three of them are Li Chengfeng, Cheng Tian and Li Shimin.

Everyone didn't understand Li Chengfeng's strength, and many thought it was Yun Feiyang who released the water.