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

Ouyang, who had regained his confidence, had a hippie smile on his face again.

Pointing at the huge Optimus Pillar.

What doesn't even have a pattern?

It looks quite big, but it may not be useful!

Not as good as when I wake up every morning!

……

Listening to Ouyang's words, the wind started to go off track again, and Xian Yi on the side looked confused.

It is recorded in the history books that the patriarch of his family has schizophrenia, it seems to be true.

And Hui Zhi, who was behind him, chanted the Buddha's name softly, his eyes fell on the jumping green shirt, showing a hint of a smile.

Falling from the sky, Ouyang landed in the city of the sword-making clan. This seemingly desolate town is full of heaven and earth.

All of them were dressed in white, with swords hanging from their waists, their heads slightly raised, and they looked like they were looking at people with their nostrils.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, they all look like the best in the world of labor and capital.

When Ouyang and the others landed on the ground, they attracted countless eyes.

At almost the same time, Ouyang felt as if he was being locked by countless sharp swords.

Outsiders are not welcome here!

As a clan of swordsmiths who guarded the Nine Nether Lands for countless years, as living beings, they guarded here to die.

Outsiders are without exception the souls of dead monks, and these souls will be hung on the Optimus Pillar in the end.

So the sudden appearance of strangers made everyone vigilant.

Ouyang looked around, feeling a little surprised, because he saw a child appearing.

There is no food, no water in this Nine Nether Land, how did the sword-making clan survive?

"Feeding with the hard work of parents, because it is difficult to feed, the sword-making clan has not increased much compared to the ancient times." The fairy on the side began to say.

This is the destination of the dead, and it is already very difficult to live here, let alone raise future generations.

If it weren't for being a monk, the life energy and blood would have been long. I'm afraid that even if the sword-making clan survived the ancient times by luck, they wouldn't last long.

"Why don't you go out? Obviously you can go out, right?" Ouyang asked suspiciously.

Hearing Ouyang's words, the expression on Xianyi's face became serious, and he said softly: "I am a remnant of the ancient times, and I have been abandoned by the times long ago. If I choose between heaven and earth, it will cause unnecessary disasters, and this is where my lord rests. We also want the era to stay here!"

It sounds pedantic and stubborn, but it is also pedantic and stubborn that the creatures of the ancient times still created a splendid civilization under the high-pressure management of the immortals.

Ouyang gave up persuasion, because they have lived here stubbornly for tens of thousands of years, and this stubbornness has long been deeply rooted in their bones.

It's not something that can be shaken by a few words from others.

When the nearby clansmen gradually approached them with swords, Xian Yi also noticed something abnormal, and immediately shouted loudly: "This is the reincarnation of that adult, don't be rude!"

"Ah, it turned out to be the reincarnation of that adult?"

"It's really that adult!!"

"Huh? Which adult is reincarnated?"

"Idiot, it's that adult!"

"Who is that?"

"Riddler fuck off!"

……

After Xianyi's voice fell, it immediately caused a commotion all around.

reverence, puzzlement, admiration, doubt...

All kinds of eyes made Ouyang feel as popular as his idol in his previous life.

"Cough, yes! I am that adult!" Ouyang raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"Oh hoo!"

What followed was a burst of exclamation, mixed with "Who? Who?" Doubtful voices.

Waving his hand caused a burst of exclamation, which greatly satisfied Ouyang's vanity.

After all, it's not like asking about Jianfeng, waving his hand to cause exclamation and throwing two detonating symbols into the toilet.

This feeling of being touted is really cool!

While Ouyang was enjoying the treatment of idols, two figures appeared in midair.

It was Xian Er and Xian San who went to Qing Yunzong together with Xian Yi.

Xian Er bowed slightly towards Ouyang and said: "The patriarch has an order, please go to the temple!"

Patriarch?The current patriarch of the Sword Forging Clan?

Ouyang, who was swaggering to follow behind Xian Er, was also curious about who the current patriarch is.

Huizhi just wanted to follow, but was stopped by Xianyi, they were polite to Ouyang, it was because Ouyang was that adult!

A monk who is wise and wise deserves to be treated with courtesy?It is already more polite to use nostrils to Huizhi.

"What if the little monk insists on following senior brother?" Huizhi's face was calm, but his tone was very firm, and he slowly lowered his clasped hands.

"Heh, there is no shortage of your pendant on the Optimus Pillar!" Xian Yi looked at Hui Zhi in front of him, and said mercilessly.

Dao Dao Buddha's light emerged from Hui Zhi's body, if he was not allowed to follow his senior brother, then he had no choice but to force his way in!

Seeing that the monk in front of him wanted to make a move, all the sword cultivators of the sword-making clan standing here put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

As long as Hui Zhi dares to make other moves, they are ready to chop Hui Zhi into a dumpling in the next second!

To deal with disobedient spirits, the swordsmiths who have lived here for countless years are really experienced.

There are amazing characters in every era, and they are equally arrogant and unruly when they die in the end.

In the end, isn't it hung on Optimus Pillar as a mummy?

Seeing that neither side backed down, Ouyang patted Huizhi's arm to signal Huizhi not to do so.

Only then did Huizhi snort coldly, and clasped his hands together again.

Without mentioning the episode, Ouyang followed Xian Er and walked towards the temple.

The temple of the Swordsmith Clan is located in the center of the city, and it is a palace shaped like a furnace.

The plank road, which is randomly piled up with huge stones on both sides, represents the current indifference of the sword-making clan to immortals.

Xian Er stood in front of the stone gate of the temple, bowed towards Ouyang and said, "The patriarch is too old to get up, please forgive me!"

Ouyang waved his hand, expressing that he didn't mind, and then pushed open the stone door in front of him.

Facing the gate is a stone statue of Li Taibai.

The stone statue is lifelike, with white light flowing on the surface, as if jumping down from the stone steps in the next second.

Ouyang looked at the stone statue in front of him in amazement.

"My lord, if you like it so much, why don't you ask the swordsmiths to carve one for you?" An old voice sounded.

Ouyang looked in the direction of the voice, and there was an old man sitting on a floppy bed.

"Are you the patriarch of the contemporary sword-making clan?" Ouyang asked suspiciously looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to die in the next second.

"If you are really that lord, do you still remember the secret sign between you and me?" The old man opened his eyes with difficulty and asked weakly.

"Secret code? What code?" Ouyang searched through his memory in doubt, but he didn't expect to leave any code in ancient times.

The dying old man smiled at Ouyang with difficulty and said, "Master?"

This young master made Ouyang pause, and the memory immediately came to mind. Ouyang said with a smile: "Call me patriarch!"

Only then did the old man laugh and lie on his back on the soft bed, muttering to himself, "Okay, young master!"