Men are inferior to women

Sure enough, the other party came from the outside world just like him, at least the clothes were incompatible with this world.

Fang Zhou asked puzzledly, "How do you know that someone called me here instead of breaking into this place by accident?"

Zhao Feiyan smiled slightly: "Because only one kind of person picks up the broken sword and I will appear. Do you know which kind of person it is?"

Fang Zhou touched his face subconsciously: "Could it be someone as handsome as me?"

Zhao Feiyan was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing, the louder the laughter, the laughter echoed wantonly in the darkness.

"The current juniors are getting weaker and weaker, but their face is getting thicker."

Zhao Feiyan laughed so hard that tears came out, and he said after a while: "I will only appear when the master of Kunlun Ruins picks up the Broken Sword, boy, what generation are you now?"

Fang Zhou was shocked all over, showing a look of surprise.

He is the suzerain of Kunlun Market, only Ling Xiaoyue knows now, so is that scumbag talking nonsense?

Even if it's nonsense, it won't spread here.

"Don't be nervous."

Zhao Feiyan's tone was very kind, and he looked at Fang Zhou with a sense of intimacy: "I am the seventh generation head of Kunlun Market No. 90, I should be your patriarch grandma, tell me quickly, which generation are you from?"

Fang Zhou was even more shocked, and couldn't help but look Zhao Feiyan up and down.

Her temperament, yes, was very similar to Yan Chixia, no wonder it gave him a familiar feeling.

But even so, Fang Zhou didn't dare to believe it easily, after all, it was too bizarre.

Seeing Fang Zhou's disbelief, Zhao Feiyan suddenly asked, "Did you bring the sword box?"

Of course there is, but it is hidden in the gourd, and Fang Zhou can't touch the gourd at all now. This is probably a similar spiritual space, and nothing can get in.

Zhao Feiyan also realized this, raised her hand again and snapped her fingers

"Forget it, let me prove it to you in another way."

A golden light flashed in her eyes, and the next moment, the entire dark space was instantly illuminated with gold.

Fang Zhou looked up at the top of Zhao Feiyan's head, too surprised to speak.

I saw countless golden swords hanging in the sky, almost covering the entire sky, so many that Ark couldn't tell how many there were.

The fierce and familiar sword intent rushed towards his face. There was nothing wrong with it. This was a real swordsmanship, and it was a swordsmanship with a level much higher than that of Fang Zhou.

Zhao Feiyan said to Zhou Zhou: "How about it, do you believe it now?"

Fang Zhou sighed deeply: "I believe it, do you want me to go out and bring in the Xuanyuan Sword, the treasure of the town school, to give you nostalgic nostalgia?"

Zhao Feiyan laughed: "Where did you come up with so many ghost ideas, the treasure of the town school is the sword box, who told you it was the Xuanyuan sword?"

The temptation was exposed face to face, and Fang Zhou was not embarrassed. The matter was of great importance, and he had to be cautious.

Zhao Feiyan continued: "It's okay to bring the Xuanyuan Sword in, she... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Oh, have a story? !

Fang Zhou's eyes lit up, and the fire of gossip suddenly blazed.

It was only recently that he was sure that Xuanyuanjian had spiritual intelligence and could understand human speech. Judging from Zhao Feiyan's hesitation to speak, Xuanyuanjian probably had more than spiritual intelligence.

As expected of an ancestral shit stirrer, he also has love and hatred with his ancestors.

"The new head of the Kunlun Market, Fang Zhou, has met the Patriarch...er... Grandma of the Patriarch!"

Fang Zhou bowed to Zhao Feiyan very politely. Originally, he wanted to call him Patriarch, but Grandma Patriarch seemed more appropriate.

This is a golden retreat, and it's still her own elders, if you don't embrace it now, when will you wait?

Zhao Feiyan accepted it with a smile, and asked impatiently, "Which generation are you?"

She seems to be very concerned about this issue.

But Fang Zhou shrugged helplessly: "Master didn't say anything when he passed on the position to me. Her name is Yan Chixia, do you know her?"

"Yan Chixia?"

Zhao Feiyan had never heard of this name, so she should be one of the younger generations.

Although it is a pity not to know the generation of Ark, Zhao Feiyan is very happy knowing that the inheritance of Kunlun Ruins has not been broken.

Seeing Zhao Feiyan's happy face, Fang Zhou asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

It is indeed amazing to meet the previous master in this weird world, and this black broken sword is said to have killed the last black soul king. Could it be that Zhao Feiyan has also participated in the history of this world.

Zhao Feiyan said indifferently: "There is no need to mention the past, if you want to know, go back and ask the person who asked you to come."

She waved to Fang Zhou: "Come here, as an elder, I will give you some greetings."

Fang Zhou hesitated for a few seconds before slowly walking over.

Zhao Feiyan was not angry with Zhou Zhou's cautious attitude, on the contrary he admired it very much.

The head of Kunlun Ruins is prone to die early, and if he is not careful, he will not live long.

She pressed her hand on Fang Zhou's forehead, and there was a faint golden light flashing.

Fang Zhou was shocked, and quickly closed his eyes.

"Your master doesn't seem to have told you that the sword box itself is also a magic weapon, and there is also a strange art of dunjia hidden in it. Remember to learn it. In addition, my soul is trapped on the top of the ancient dragon, and the remains are also on it. There is a chance Send me back to the Kunlun Ruins ancestral tomb, and the fallen leaves return to their roots."

Zhao Feiyan's voice echoed in Fang Zhou's ears, but Fang Zhou didn't have time to open his eyes to look at it and concentrate on accepting what she taught.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when Fang Zhou opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the surveillance hall with a black broken sword in his hand.

Zhao Feiyan had disappeared, and everything just now seemed to be a dream.

But Fang Zhou knew that it was not a dream, what Zhao Feiyan taught him was still in his mind, it was not any skill, but the understanding of heaven and earth kung fu and sword control.

If he can digest these, then he will be greatly improved.

Fang Zhou looked down at the broken sword in his hand with a melancholy expression.

"You tell me where the Kunlun Xu ancestral tomb is!"

Yan Chixia and Zhao Feiyan were both of the same virtue, they left in a hurry without explaining any details.

He is the dignified head of the Kunlun Ruins, so far he doesn't even know the address of the sect, which is really ridiculous.