The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Although Ouyang was moved after knowing the whole story, he still wanted to give face to the Tai'a Sword Sect Master after all.

"Come here and apologize!"

He waved his hands to the two Nizi who were still standing on the top of the hill, grabbed Leng Qingsong by the ears and walked to Tai Ah who had fallen down with a cold face.

"Apologize!" Ouyang patted Leng Qingsong on the back of the head as a lesson.

Leng Qingsong glanced at Tai Ah, grunted unwillingly, and bent over.

Bai Feiyu arched his hands to Tai Ah, and looked at Tai Ah with more and more curiosity. Bai Feiyu really couldn't figure out why Tai Ah was able to cultivate his natal sword intent.

Chen Changsheng, who was wearing a mask, apologized to Tai Ah's honest salute.

Tai Ah kept a cold face and didn't speak. He glanced at Ouyang who was still teaching Leng Qingsong a lesson, and felt a little strange.

Just now, these three brats were so excited that they even dared to beat themselves, and even used the means of self-detonation, looking like a desperate Saburo.

But as soon as Ouyang appeared, he was as honest as a docile sheep, especially Leng Qingsong, who had the most ruthless sword with a cold face, now bent slightly and was pointed at and scolded by Ouyang.

What kind of magical power is it that makes these three rebellious boys believe in him so much?

The name of a big brother?

Tai Ah didn't believe it, as he had seen too many things in the Transcending Tribulation Period.

Without the suppression of strength, the suppression of blood, there will be no real respect at all.

The respect of a sword cultivator comes from the sword in his hand.

Ouyang why?Just relying on that massive amount of true energy?

"Sovereign, don't be ridiculous. The three traitors of my family haven't come out very often. It's stressful to come out so suddenly." Ouyang smiled and said to Tai Ah, holding his dog between his arms.

Tai Ah waved his torn sleeve with a cold face, and just ignored it.

As the master of the Sword Sect, a strong man in the Tribulation Stage, was forced out of his natal Sword Intent by three juniors in the Nascent Soul Stage, it would be embarrassing to say it.

Bai Feiyu saw the dachshund in Ouyang's arms, and asked curiously, "Brother, where did you go just now?"

Leng Qingsong and Chen Changsheng also cast their gazes over.

Tai Ah also looked at Ouyang, why did this kid come out so late for the crack in the space that he opened with his own hands, and the crack in the space that Ouyang came out just now was obviously not opened by himself.

Ouyang chuckled, raised the pretty boy in his hand and said, "This is my new pet, pretty boy, I just went to a certain fairyland to pick it up!"

"dog?"

The four people present looked at the dachshund pretty boy, and they didn't believe Ouyang's nonsense at all.

What is the Immortal Secret Realm? How could it be a place where you can enter as soon as you say it, and come out as soon as you say it?

And it didn't take long, in less than 2 minutes, Ouyang retrieved a dog from the fairyland?

And just picked up a dog?

Tai Ah rubbed his chin, looked at the dog in Ouyang's hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he murmured: "Why does it always feel like I've seen this dog somewhere?"

Ouyang looked at the people who didn't believe what he said, and felt that what he said was a bit ridiculous, but what he said was the truth, whether he believed it or not.

Ouyang, who had received the epic-level enhancement, was in a good mood. He looked around, and besides a huge lake, there were continuous mountain peaks, which were seven or eight points similar to the secret realm he entered just now, but it was obviously different from the secret realm just now. angry.

Ouyang asked in confusion, "Sovereign, what is this place?"

Tai'a snorted coldly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "This is the sword-asking pool of our Sword Sect. Not only are there swords left by the great monks of our Sword Sect, but there are also swords left by the immortals in the ancient times. Secret treasure! Only my inner disciples have the opportunity to come in and visualize, this time it is an exception to allow you to come in once. Bring the IOU and the recording stone."

"Crooked, a big man is a big man, do what you say!" Ouyang took out the IOU and regretted that he didn't have more, but he could only endure the heartache and hand it to Tai Ah.

Winking at Chen Changsheng behind him, Chen Changsheng took out a pile of recording stones from his storage bag knowingly and said, "Sect Master, they are all here, I didn't leave a single one!"

Tai'a snorted coldly, and a sword intent directly destroyed all the record stones in Chen Changsheng's hands, and after burning the IOUs in his hands to ashes, he turned around and left and said, "One day, after one day, I will send you to the sword-making workshop. city!"

After finishing speaking, like hiding from the plague god, he tore open the space and left here.

Only Ouyang and the others were left looking at each other.

"Ask the Sword Pool?" Ouyang put his head in his hands and looked at the lake in front of him. The calm water of the lake was wrinkled by the breeze, and the surrounding trees were rustling.

Not to mention the sword, you can't even see an iron rod. This is called Asking the Sword Pool?

Seeing Ouyang who didn't know why, Chen Changsheng said, "Brother, I sensed things under this lake, and there are many of them!"

Leng Qingsong frowned and looked at the lake in front of him and said, "It's very noisy!"

Bai Feiyu naturally knew that there were countless flying swords in the lake below, and the flying sword he summoned just now flew out of the lake.

Ouyang coughed, pretending to understand and said: "Indeed, I also sensed that there are many things under this lake. You should know how to cherish this opportunity you have come so hard to get."

Chen Changsheng nodded, but his eyes fell on the dachshund held by Ouyang's elbow. The Tibetan fox on the small mountain peak is a hidden master of the tribulation period. This dog must have a strange identity. Find a chance to pull it out later. A few hairs come down.

Leng Qingsong shook his head and said, "Trash!"

In the countless years of this sword sect, the swords left by the countless great powers that were born naturally contain the swordsmanship experience that these great monks had realized during their lifetime.

But Leng Qingsong doesn't like these kendos, for himself, his kendo is the strongest, and he doesn't need the kendo here to make up for his shortcomings.

Because there is no shortage of one's own way!

Bai Feiyu walked to the edge of the lake curiously, pointing his finger on the lake water, inexplicably felt a familiar feeling coming from the bottom of the lake, as if something was calling him.

"rise!"

Bai Feiyu read in a low voice.

Following Bai Feiyu's voice, the entire lake surface began to boil, and the sound of countless sword cries resounded through the heaven and earth.

call out!call out!call out!

Countless flying swords flew out of the lake, standing in mid-air, exuding different sword intents.

Some are fierce, some are gentle, some are grand, and some are weird...

Numerous sword weapons that looked like magic weapons scrambled in front of Bai Feiyu, waiting for Bai Feiyu to choose.

And Bai Feiyu stood up, stretched out his hand in a daze, and a stream of light fell into his hand.

That is a wooden hairpin!