The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

It's completely unlike the sound that such an old man can make.

Jiujiu and Dijiang instantly responded with great vigor, not daring to slack off at all.

These four monks are very unusual.

I'm afraid he's not an ordinary expert.

I'm afraid he's better than them.

No, no one should be able to beat them.

You can feel it from the momentum and terrifying pressure they exude.

"Since you can't draw the sword, why waste your time?" one of the four monks said.

Di Jiang sneered: "How do you know it won't work if you don't even try? Senior, it's too early to speak."

At this moment, Di Jiang addressed the four senior monks politely and respected them. But in reality, his words still conveyed the condescension of an emperor, and there was also an invisible coercion hanging over the heads of the four monks.

The four monks naturally saw the extraordinary nature of the person coming, but they were not afraid of power, and they never looked down upon those with power.

They looked at each other for a few times and said, "Sir, even if you are a prince or a general, you can't do anything to us."

"We are immortal."

"Keep your sword for a hundred years and your martial arts skills will be unparalleled."

"No one in the world can beat us."

"So, you'd better listen to what we say. If you can't draw your sword, just leave. Otherwise, we won't be polite. "

"Immortal!" Di Jiang was shocked.

Unexpectedly, the rumors are true.

The four monks guarding the Long Yuan Sword are immortals. They have practiced martial arts for hundreds of years and have unparalleled martial arts skills. They are invincible in the world.

And their power is accumulated over time and is unmatched by anyone.

If Di Jiang was given hundreds of years to practice, Di Jiang would be able to reach their height, and maybe even more powerful than them.

But Di Jiang is not hundreds of years old, and is only more than 20 years old.

The same goes for Jiujiu.

"Seniors, we don't mean to offend. We are just here to draw the sword. No matter what, let us try it first?" Di Jiang also had a hunch that he and Jiujiu would definitely be able to draw the sword in front of them. come out.

Jiujiu also said: "Yes, let's try it? You won't lose anything if you try it."

"Young people, don't you understand?"

"You can't pull it out."

Several people spoke with determination and a bit of impatience.

"Let's go!"

"Our training time is up, and we don't have time to mess around with you anymore."

After the four monks finished speaking, they waved their hands mercilessly, and Jiujiu and Dijiang were slapped away by them.

Their actions proved that even if the King of Heaven came, they would not take it seriously.

They are just waiting for someone who can actually draw the sword.

"Senior Brother, tell me, when can we wait for someone who can truly pull out the Longyuan Sword?" A monk asked in a low tone.

Hundreds of years of waiting made the four of them feel trapped in a cage, exhausted both physically and mentally.

They also hope that they can wait for the person who comes to draw the sword earlier and be freed earlier so that they can go out and walk around without having to guard the sword every day.

The man who was called Senior Brother weakly shook his head and said: "I have already calculated that no one can pull out this sword in this reincarnation."

"It's probably going to take another hundred years."

"Senior brother, since the man just wanted to draw the sword, why not let him try? What if, junior brother means just what if, what if he can really pull it out?"

"What if Senior Brother's calculation is not accurate?"

After all, it has never happened before.

For example, the Sameyan Saint back then.

Such a powerful person was born, but the eldest brother did not expect it.

It can be seen that the birth of great figures is accompanied by mist and protected by destiny. It is difficult for ordinary people to spy on their fate.

"Junior brother, it's time for us to practice." The senior brother closed his eyes and did not want to answer the question directly. He felt that it was meaningless. He also reminded: "Don't think about things that have nothing to do with cultivation."

"……All right!"

Although he was a little reluctant, the junior brother did not ask any more questions and started practicing with his senior brothers.

As the sun sets, they sit on the lotus platform, close their eyes, use their inner strength, realize Taoism, and practice.

A slightly dimmed golden light shone on their faces, and the wrinkles and sorrow on their faces were particularly obvious.

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After Jiujiu and Dijiang were slapped out, they fell down the mountain, but luckily they hung on a tree and had only scratches on their bodies, not any vital injuries.

The two tried to cut the clothes hanging on the tree trunk and fell to the ground.

Di Jiang rushed to Jiujiu and asked Jiujiu, "Jiujiu, how are you? Are you okay?"

As Di Jiang spoke, he looked Jiujiu up and down. Just seeing the scratches on Jiujiu's face, he wrinkled his face tightly in distress.

"Jiujiu, tell me, besides your face, where else are you scratched on your body?"

"Tell me now."

"Where does it hurt? Don't hold it in."

Jiujiu shook his head, "The temperature has cooled down recently. I wore thick clothes. Only my clothes were scratched and my face was a little bruised. The rest of the place is fine and there is no injury anywhere."

"Brother Dijiang, where are you?" Jiujiu asked.

Di Jiang shook his head, "Brother Di Jiang is fine too."

"That's good."

"Seeing as it's getting late now, it's not practical to go up the mountain." Di Jiang said: "Let's go? Find a place at the foot of the mountain to stay temporarily."

"Put some medicine on the wound on your face. Once the wound on your face is healed, we can continue going up the mountain to draw the sword."

"Next time we find a suitable time to go up the mountain, we will definitely be able to pull it out."

"it is good."

"I'll carry you."

Di Jiang carries Jiujiu on his back to the village at the foot of the mountain, looking for a temporary place to stay.

Not long after the two left, where they landed, there was a man in red, holding a sword with red light in his hand. He suddenly rose into the air, full of evil energy, and something dripped down from the corner of his clothes, like It is a drop of water, but it also looks like a drop of blood.

The boy in red looked up to the sky and shouted.

"what……"

What seems like a call of pain is actually accompanied by new life.

After the boy in red finished shouting, he landed.

He looked at the sword glowing red in his hand and sighed: "Although this sword is not as good as the Long Yuan Sword, it is still very powerful."

"Holding it, I felt a surge of power."

"This sword should also help me destroy Western Chu and the Southern Kingdom, and then unify the world and marry Feng Jiujiu, hahaha."

"It's just, how does this sword feel? It feels... a little hungry... like it wants something to eat or drink."

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After Jiujiu and Dijiang wandered at the foot of the mountain for a long time, they found a hunting party. Although there will be villages a few miles further. However, it was getting really late and it was really not suitable to continue walking like this.

Jiujiu and Dijiang can only stay temporarily at Orion's house.

Orion's wife was very hospitable, but she couldn't see. She was holding a stick in her hand as she and her husband welcomed the two of them.

"Two guests, please feel free to stay at my house!"

"If you need anything, just tell us."

The woman smiled.