President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

The actions of Huang Linglong and Zhong Penghao also indirectly proved the strength of this old man.

All of a sudden, everyone looked horrified.

At the same time, I was also guessing the old man's identity in my heart.

"The royal family? The Zhong family? Who are Huang Yongnian and Zhong Zhengping to you?"

On the Hurricane Eagle, the old man glanced at the two of them with an indifferent look, then chuckled.

“What the senior said is exactly the ancestor.”

Huang Linglong's heart trembled, and she spoke quickly.

Zhong Penghao also hurriedly asked: "Senior, do you know our ancestor?"

The old man smiled faintly and said, "When we were young, we had some interactions. Are they still alive?"

Hearing this, Huang Linglong and Zhong Penghao became even more respectful.

The ancestors of both their families were over a thousand years old. If the old man in front of them was an old acquaintance of their ancestors, he must be at least a thousand years old.

Realizing this, both of them were shocked.

Huang Linglong hesitated for a moment, then asked carefully, "Senior, are you acquainted with our ancestor? I wonder what your name is? Perhaps I have heard our ancestor mention him before."

The old man chuckled, "My name is Tong Yun, and others call me the Sword Ancestor."

"Sword Ancestor?"

"Tong Yun Sword Ancestor?"

Two exclamations came from Huang Linglong and Zhong Penghao respectively.

Obviously, both of them had heard of the name.

The powerful people from all sides who gathered here also caused a commotion, as some people had heard of this name.

"Tong Yun Jianzu, it turned out to be him."

In the Fang family's team, Fang Zhitian's eyes also flashed with horror.

"Master Fang, is this Tong Yunjianzu very famous?"

Shen Nian asked curiously.

Fang Zhitian nodded solemnly, "Yes, this man became famous 1,500 years ago. He is a swordsman who once killed a tenth-level monster with a single sword with the power of a ninth-level sword."

Hearing this, several people gasped.

The power of the ninth level, killing the tenth level?

Such a record is truly terrifying. Within a radius of several thousand kilometers, the strongest human cultivator is only at the ninth level.

In other words, this Sword Ancestor Tong Yun is the strongest person within a radius of several thousand kilometers.

Shen Nian behaved calmly.

What Fang Zhitian said did not shock him much.

Tong Yun, the Sword Master, became famous 1,500 years ago.

In other words, the other party is at least two thousand years old.

It took him two thousand years to enter the ninth level, which is the evil corpse level. This level is not even rankable in Xuanhuangtian.

Not to mention the geniuses, even those ordinary cultivators with a little talent can cultivate faster than this.

Moreover, what made Shen Nian sneer the most was the other party's name.

Sword Ancestor!

A mere Evil Corpse Realm dares to call himself the Ancestor of Sword?

It's really a bit arrogant!

In Xuanhuangtian, even those powerful people who became emperors through swordsmanship do not dare to call themselves the ancestors of swordsmanship.

Shen Nian was very skeptical. Was the world he lived in really a transcendent place?

Even in the transcendental land, there are mediocre people, but aren’t these people too mediocre?

Now, the only thing that can give him a sense of anticipation is the mysterious big city.

I hope I won't be disappointed there.

"I understand. The young man following Sword Ancestor Tong Yun should be the genius from Xuantian City."

Suddenly, Fang Zhitian thought of something and said in a deep voice.

Fang Zhigao nodded, "That young man has obviously entered the eighth level. He should be the young genius. I didn't expect that he is related to Tong Yunjianzu."

At this time, not only them, but others also made guesses.

After all, there are only a few geniuses, and it is impossible for one to appear out of nowhere.

At this moment, all parties are very clear that these three families are determined to get the three places to go to the big city.

Of course, no one else wanted to compete with it.

boom--

At this moment, a dull sound came from the depths of the sky.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked into the distance.

Then, I saw the sky in the distance, as if it was torn by some powerful force, and a crack appeared.

Then, a huge boat slowly sailed out from the crack in the void.

There is a word "Dong" on the hull of the boat, indicating that the boat belongs to Dongcheng.

"It's a boat! It's a boat heading to the big city!"

"The boat is coming, we will be able to see the pride of the big city soon!"

"I heard that the big city is very mysterious and the people there are very strong. I wonder how strong their genius is. Could it be that they are stronger than the young man next to Sword Ancestor?"

"I just asked around. The boy's name is Jian Er. He's only twenty years old, but he's already reached the eighth level. That should be his limit, right?"

"That's hard to say. Compared to the big city, our place is at most a poor and remote place. How do you know that there are no such geniuses in the big city?"

"Keep your voices down. Be careful not to offend the proud people in the big city and cause trouble for the forces behind you."

……

Amidst many discussions, the boat slowly descended and finally docked on a plain not far away.

At the same time, a figure rushed out and approached the boat.

He was the mayor of Hongyun City, also a seventh-level warrior, who was responsible for receiving the boats.

Under everyone's gaze, a group of people, young and old, got off the boat.

Without exception, these people have a very powerful aura.

Even those young people have strength that crushes the leaders of all forces.

This scene made everyone change their expressions.

It was not until this time that they realized the horror of the big city.

The young men who got off the boat first looked around with some curiosity, and then frowned in disgust.

Compared with the big city, the concentration of Yuanli here was too low, and the smell in the air also made them feel unpleasant.

A girl in the team said dissatisfiedly: "I really don't understand why the elders want to stop in this remote place? The air here has a foul smell."

Next to the girl, another girl said, “I heard that the original route was not going to stop midway, but it seems that there is a sword genius here.”

A young man on the side sneered and said, "Swordsman genius? What kind of genius can there be in such a poor and remote place?

Besides, even if there is a genius, can his swordsmanship talent be compared with Brother Lei Chi's?"

Hearing his words, the young men and women nodded in agreement.

"By the way, where's Senior Brother Lei Chi? Didn't he come down yet?"

Someone looked around and asked in confusion.

One of them pointed at the deck of the boat and said, "Look, Senior Brother Lei Chi is still practicing there."

"As expected of Senior Brother Lei Chi, you are so talented yet you never slack off for even a moment."

"I think that so-called sword-fighting genius is not even worthy of carrying Brother Lei Chi's shoes!"

"Ah, now I just want you to pick me up and leave as soon as possible. I really don't want to stay in this crappy place for even a second longer."

"Me too. I feel like the air here is polluted. If I stay here for one second, my cultivation level will drop."

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