A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

The terrifying shock wave made Luo Liyan and the other two retreat far away.

Ye Changsheng was like an immortal, with a mysterious and profound Taoist light all around him, dazzling and dazzling.

The majestic spiritual power gushed out from his body continuously, spreading rapidly like a torrent, forming a frightening spiritual power aura.

The terrifying pressure was like a heavy mountain pressing down, and the whole Jinling City trembled, as if the earth was about to collapse.

The long sword in Ye Changsheng's hand flashed with dazzling golden sword light, and collided with the silver spear light stabbed by the opponent.

There was only a crisp cracking sound that resounded through the sky, and the silver spear light was instantly shattered, turning into countless silver light spots flying everywhere.

The golden sword light not only showed no signs of weakening, but became more and more blazing, and the light was even several times stronger than before.

Then, the mighty golden sword light, carrying an incomparable domineering and fierce killing spirit, rushed towards Han Santong like a roaring dragon.

The golden sword light rapidly enlarged in Han Santong's pupils. He was terrified and his body trembled violently. He clearly realized that he was powerless to resist this earth-shattering blow.

He was dead.

"Forgive others when you can. Daoist friend, you are too domineering."

Seeing that the golden sword light was about to ruthlessly kill Han Santong, at the critical moment, a green sword energy fell from the sky like a fairy from the sky, and faced the golden black gold sword energy head-on with a lightning speed.

These two unparalleled sword energies met in the air, like two meteors colliding violently, bursting out with a deafening roar.

For a moment, the sword energy in the air was crisscrossed and shining, and the broken sword energy was flying everywhere, as gorgeous as fireworks.

The vast and boundless sword energy pressure covered the world, making the surrounding air heavy and oppressive.

The two sword energies hit and collided with each other frantically, and each collision triggered a strong energy fluctuation, which changed the color of the wind and clouds and the mountains and rivers.

"Master!"

Han Ziliang had woken up under the treatment of several Jindan guards. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but shouting excitedly at the void.

His face instantly showed an ecstatic look. The person who saved his father was his master, who crossed the ancient mountains with a sword.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Gu. If you hadn't helped me in time, I'm afraid I would have died by now!

I will never forget this great kindness!"

Han Santong bowed to Gu Wanshan with gratitude, his eyes full of gratitude for surviving the disaster and deep gratitude for saving his life.

Gu Wanshan waved his hand, indicating that Han Santong didn't need to be polite, but his eyes were always on Ye Changsheng, full of shock and disbelief.

He looked Ye Changsheng up and down carefully, and made a sound of "tsk tsk".

"Tsk tsk, are you the orphan adopted by Taoist Master Daoxuan?" Gu Wanshan finally couldn't help asking, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Ye Changsheng looked up at Gu Wanshan's question when he heard it.

The man in front of him was wearing a gray robe, carrying a green sword on his back, with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, white hair fluttering, handsome face and a bit of majesty, like a sword fairy from the fairyland, extraordinary and otherworldly.

Faced with such a person, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but look serious and replied, "It's me."

"Oh? So it's really you..."

Gu Wanshan frowned slightly and continued, "But the outside world has rumors that you are a mortal without any spiritual roots."

Speaking of this, he paused and stared at Ye Changsheng with a puzzled look, as if he wanted to see something from his face, "But why today, it seems that the rumors are wrong."

In fact, Gu Wanshan had heard of the legend about Ye Changsheng.

It is said that the child could speak when he was just one month old, and could recite poems and compose fu before he was three months old. At that time, the entire Qingyun Sect was shocked and regarded him as a rare genius in a century, and was praised as a child prodigy.

However, what was unexpected was that when Ye Changsheng took the spiritual root test at the age of five, the result was shocking.

He actually had no spiritual roots at all, and was completely an ordinary person who could not practice.

Once this news came out, the entire Qingyun Sect felt disappointed, and Ye Changsheng became the laughing stock of the entire Dongzhou cultivation world.

There were even people who gloated over his misfortune and wrote an article "Injury to Changsheng" to ridicule him.

But now Ye Changsheng, standing in front of Gu Wanshan, did not look like a useless cultivator at all, but was clearly a peerless genius.

"People's words are not to be trusted." Ye Changsheng said lightlyGu Wanshan nodded slightly, agreeing: "That's true. Now it seems that those rumors are too false."