"Grandpa..." A sweet voice was long and he said coquettishly: "You must know where the Vatican Holy Fruit is, right? Just tell me, okay?"

If a student from the Imperial Academy saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked. It was Isabella who blushed and stuttered as soon as he spoke. At this moment, she was holding the hand of a kind-looking old man, cute and cute, begging him.

"Haha, my little Isha will ask for help? Tell me, why do you want Vatica Holy Fruit? Everyone wants this thing, but even if our family knows the specific place to grow, no one has been able to successfully pick one after so many years. Alas, I have lost a lot of good people for this. According to the people who came back alive, there was a snow-capped falcon that may have exceeded the fifth level in the place where your fourth grandfather Zeng collected the holy fruit back then! A fifth level flying monster! I'm afraid even a magic swordsman would not want to be an enemy of it!"

"Ah, so dangerous!" Isa's face turned pale, worried about Ling Xiao's trip. Thinking that Brother Ling Xiao's strength was so poor, let alone the fifth-level monster, I'm afraid even if he meets a second-level flying monster, he will not be his opponent.

What should I do? I must find a way to save Brother Ling Xiao!

Isa's heart was full of anxiety and couldn't help but bit her lower lip and began to ponder.

The old man sighed softly, raised his long white eyebrows, and looked at the genius girl in front of him with loving love that only a few hundred years had such a talented girl appeared in the family. The ideal future heir in his mind suddenly changed the topic.

"Three days ago, on the way to the Great Snow Mountain of Vatica, a low-level mercenary from a mercenary team set up checkpoints on the road. The highest level is the fourth-level sword master's cultivation, and the lowest level is the sixth-level sword servant. There are more than a dozen people in total, all of whom were killed by a sword. The one who killed people was actually a young man who was less than the sword master's cultivation..."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Isa with a warm smile on his lips: "What a master of swords!"

Isa blinked her long and dense eyelashes and looked at the old man in confusion: "Grandpa, what does that have to do with me?"

The old man's face had more smiles, and the wrinkles looked more and more deeper, like a blooming ju flower: "The young man who killed someone was named Ling Xiao!"

"Ah..." Isaho, who was originally soft, innocent and cute, stood up, his pink little face became serious, with anger in his eyes: "Grandpa, have you sent someone to follow me?"

"Don't be anxious first, little Isha," the old man ignored the anger of his baby granddaughter, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Grandpa must always know how outstanding the little princess in our family is, right?"

"Ah..." Isa's pink face suddenly covered with a layer of blush, and she stamped her feet coquettishly: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Isa doesn't like him. Isa just thinks that his knowledge of medicinal materials is richer than Isa, so she wants to help him. Grandpa, he is really talented, but he is regarded as a waste. This is unfair!"

"Oh hehe, little Isha is angry!" The old man smiled, not angry. He slowly put away his smile until he smiled a little embarrassedly and said seriously: "Isha, you should understand that the responsibility you need to bear in the future is to lead the family to continue moving forward. In recent years, the family seems to be a bit too high-profile, and His Majesty the King has always been afraid of big families like us. Therefore, your burden is very heavy, that is, you must continue to be glorious with the family, and you must overwhelm this too strong edge. Therefore, grandpa cannot let you decide on your relationships, cough cough... Isha, you... won't blame grandpa, right?"

Although Isha was not old, she had been so scattered by such things since she was a child. She was silent for a moment when she heard this, then raised her head and said depressedly: "Isha understands, but grandpa, although Isha cannot make decisions by herself, she has the right to refuse!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and his face regained a loving expression: "You ghost girl, you try every means to plot against grandpa, right? OK, grandpa has agreed to you."

"Grandpa, then tell me about him!" Isa was really happy when she saw the old man agreeing. She walked over and hugged the old man's arm, rubbing her face twice like a kitten.

The old man sighed softly: "That young man is a rare martial arts genius! Such a genius can be called a waste? Humph, I don't know who is the real waste! The people I sent have reached the fourth-level great sword master, and they don't even dare to get too close to him. He is particularly sensitive to the changes around him. When he kills people, he can only watch from a distance. When he fights more than a dozen mercenaries, it ends in an instant. Although there is a suspicion of sneak attack at the beginning, the few behind him are all head-on battles! Speaking of which, even if our people take action personally, although they can kill those people, it is impossible to resolve the battle without any injury in such a short time!"

"Ah, he is so powerful? Then why is he so dangerous when fighting Ulanto?" Isa frowned and was very confused about Ling Xiao's performance that day. In theory, even if he wanted to hide his weakness, there was no need to take risks with his life, right?

The old man said calmly: "It must be a careless person. I probably didn't expect that the sword in the hand of the boy in the Ulan family was actually of the third level."

Isa nodded, only this reason could explain it.

Then he was happy for Ling Xiao again. He actually had such strong strength. If he was asked to find those things, he could really open up his meridians and cultivate to the level of a great swordsman, what would it look like? Thinking in his heart, Isha's pink pretty face showed fascination, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I secretly prayed for Brother Ling Xiao in my heart, and I must succeed!

However, the old man sighed in his heart, hoping that his baby granddaughter would not fall into love.

He didn't say it just now. Although the boy seemed to have shown many excellent qualities and had a very prominent family background, he kept carrying a girl in black along the way!

Although the family's spies are good at surveillance, they cannot monitor Ling Xiao anytime and anywhere, so there are still many things that are not clear, but this does not prevent the old man from reaching a conclusion about Ling Xiao: a passionate seed is not suitable for Isa.

"Grandpa, then do you think he is possible?" Isa asked with hope.

"This... Grandpa can't say well, and he doesn't know the specific growth location of the holy fruit. I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." The old man thought in his heart that this was not a difficult matter at all. If he was a young man who was not even able to cultivate a great swordsman, and had no accurate map, he could still obtain the holy fruit, then he could only say: the masters who have not succeeded in the Isha family for so many years are all pigs.

Isa felt a little uncomfortable and felt that she was useless. If she could mobilize the power of the family now, she could help Brother Ling Xiao to a large extent!

Isa seemed to mature in an instant, feeling that she had to change something, and the shy Isa of the past would always be kept in front of that man.

I want to become stronger, I want to take charge of the family as soon as possible!

...

Vatica Snow Mountain is huge and endless. The main peak is towering into the clouds. Above the mountain is covered with white snow, which is uncivilized all year round. The clouds and mists are lingering in it all year round. The majestic peaks give people a kind of invisible and huge pressure.

Ling Xiao was watching with a map in his hand, and Ye Weini leaned against a huge tree, looking tired.

The two entered the mountain yesterday and had been walking for most of the day today. Ye Weini's injury was almost gone. She, who has the cultivation level of a third-level sword master, actually felt that it was very difficult for her to follow Ling Xiao!

This made Ye Weini, who was naturally unyielding, very angry. Why, even a sword servant could walk so fast, like a man born to grow up in the mountains and forests, but looking at him with tender skin, he was obviously a noble young master!

So he competed with Ling Xiao, and he didn't say anything no matter how tired he was. When Ling Xiao stopped, Ye Weini was almost exhausted and sat there gasping for breath.

"Ling Xiao, why are you so perverted? What kind of cultivation are you?" Ye Weini had great doubts about Ling Xiao's strength.

"Sword Master." Ling Xiao was actually very tired. Now he was very weak. Ling Xiao left this on purpose, of course not to bother Ye Weini, but to exercise himself!

It seemed that Ling Xiao killed more than a dozen mercenaries like lightning, but in fact only Ling Xiao himself knew that after killing someone, he was almost exhausted.

Dugu Nine Swords emphasize sword intent, which is more of an artistic conception, a martial art that maximizes skills and speed. It emphasizes countering moves by moves. The actual key points are: fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Although this does not require profound internal force to support it, it does not mean that it is not necessary at all. However, Ling Xiao now has no internal force at all.
Chapter completed!