The Ultimate Sword Master

"how!"

Yuan Zhengyang said angrily: "I've said it so many times, are you still not tired of hearing it?"

"Never get tired of hearing it."

The man came over and said with a smile: "If we can't see the real person, can we just listen to the stories and enjoy ourselves?"

It's not just him.

Although the others did not speak, they also looked eager.

In a desperate situation.

Listening to Yuan Zhengyang's stories has become their only spiritual support.

"That's all."

Yuan Zhengyang was happy in his heart, but on the surface he was reluctant: "Say it first, it's the last time!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

All the sword cultivators immediately pricked up their ears and their eyes shone brightly.

"My junior brother Gu Han!"

"With handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing!"

After stroking his beard, Yuan Zhengyang said in a deep voice: "At a young age, he fought all over the world, defeated all the arrogant monsters, killed all the powerful enemies, and never lost!"

"He has cultivated to the extreme realm and learned the art of swordsmanship!"

"Breaking through borders is like drinking water, crossing borders is like eating, and even more powerfully slaying the old thief from Lingya in the sky, saving thousands of sentient beings from water and fire..."

Every word.

Sentence.

Everyone was dazzled after hearing this.

After a while.

The story is over, but everyone is still immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.

From the bottom of my heart.

They were full of curiosity and respect for this tenth-generation swordsman who had gone through countless battles at a young age.

"well……"

The middle-aged man spoke again, with a look of loneliness on his face, "If I can meet this legendary swordsman before I die, I will have no regrets in this life."

"There will be a chance."

Yuan Zhengyang was silent for a moment and said softly: "If your plan comes true, you might meet him outside in the future."

"Brother."

The man said half-jokingly: "If we meet, can you tell me your name and let the sword pointer point out my swordsmanship?"

"sure!"

A trace of pride flashed in Yuan Zhengyang's eyes, "In front of my junior brother, my name is more effective than the sword monument!"

Say it.

He stood up slowly and took the storage ring from before.

"Let's share this elixir with everyone."

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one picked me up.

"Senior Yuan!"

One person suddenly spoke, "You were injured much more seriously than us, but you gave us the elixir time after time. You yourself..."

"It doesn't matter."

Yuan Zhengyang shook his head, "My injury cannot be cured by these elixirs. On the contrary, it is you who have been planning for many years. You must not fall short, and you must restore your strength to the maximum extent!"

"and……"

There was a pause.

He added: "This is the last time that Fellow Daoist Lu will send us elixirs. I have advised him to leave as soon as possible. There will be no more elixirs in the future. I hope you don't blame him."

"Where are these words!"

"If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Lu, we would have been dead for many years!"

"Repaying kindness with hatred? Isn't that a beast?"

"We owe him!"

"Dou Mien, rise Miqiu!"

The old monk sneered and said, "Only these villains from Zhenjian City can do this kind of thing!"

I saw people saying this.

Yuan Zhengyang was a little relieved and said with a smile: "Let's break it up then. There's just one thing. Your plans are very important. If you do it, please wait until Fellow Daoist Lu leaves and don't involve him!"

"nature!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Their existence is always a secret. If they take action, the Tangtang family will be harmed.

"That being the case, I'm relieved."

Yuan Zhengyang smiled, threw the storage ring to one of them, chose a mine at random, and left.

"Original brother!"

The old monk was startled, "What are you doing?"

"Do what I have to do!"

"What's the trouble?"

The old monk said puzzledly: "If you stay with us and wait patiently for the opportunity, there may not be a one percent chance of survival in the future..."

"Brother, there is no need to persuade me."

Yuan Zhengyang waved his hand, without looking back, and said softly: "Everyone has his own ambitions, I have my persistence!"

"This is Sword City!"

"They regard us swordsmen as pigs and dogs. They think that by damaging my foundation, making me a slave, and destroying my hidden edge, they can kill my will!"

"But they were wrong!"

"So what if the hidden front is broken!"

A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said: "My body, my mind, my bones, my life... they can all be turned into swords!"

"The sword is in my heart and I will move forward indomitably!"

"Where the sword points, live towards death!"

Say it.

He strode out of one of the mines and disappeared!

behind.

The three thousand sword cultivators were speechless and all bowed to Yuan Zhengyang's back!

…

outside room.

"Don't cry, don't cry!"

"Be strong! Be strong!"

Xiaotangtang's eyes were filled with tears, and he walked away step by step with his short legs, comforting himself as he walked.

The blazing sun hangs high above our heads.

She didn't have any cultivation nearby, so she didn't walk fast, but in the small shadow behind her, there was a sense of strength and unwillingness to admit defeat.

Sudden.

A figure descended from the sky and landed in front of her, blocking her way.

Five small swords are embroidered on the sleeves.

The cultivation base is around the Xiaoyao realm.

He is tall and thin, with a long face with pits and pits, and his eyes, which are not much bigger than mung beans, are filled with excitement and excitement at this moment.

"It's you……"

Tangtang obviously knew him, so he became wary and took a few steps back.

"Xiao Tangtang."

The man smiled but didn't smile. He bent down and said, "Tell me, where did you go just now?"

"Not going anywhere!"

Tangtang curled her lips and took a few steps back, her voice trembling: "I...I went to play!"

"Play?"

The long-faced man laughed sinisterly and glanced at the endless abandoned mine in the distance, "Did you go to play with those sword slaves?"

"No!"

Tangtang quickly said, "I don't have it!"

"Little girl, you still dare to quibble!"

The long-faced man smiled ferociously, stretched out his hand, pinched her little face, and showed his big yellow teeth, "You think we don't know anything? So many sword slaves under the deacon have disappeared over the years, so we have already begun to suspect! "

"I might as well tell you."

"I have been secretly observing your family for several years under the orders of the deacon! Oh, your father is quite cunning. He almost deceives me, grandpa, by letting you, a little girl, come over every time!"

"explain!"

He exerted slight force on his hand and asked: "Where are those sword slaves hiding!"

"..."

Tangtang pursed his lips.

Her little face was red from being pinched, but she stared at him hard without saying a word.

"Just like your dad!"

"The bones are quite hard!"

The long-faced man turned his gaze and looked into the distance. Jealousy and pride were intertwined in his eyes, and his voice became distorted.

"The surname is Lu!"

"This time, let me see how you die!"

While talking.

He took out a jade talisman, sent a message, and interrogated the little girl again.

"explain!"

"..."

"If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"

"..."

Tangtang's little face was covered with sweat from the pain, but he said nothing and stared at him fiercely with two big black and white eyes.

The little hands squeezed tightly.

She has never wanted to have a sword in her hand like this, and hit this big bad guy on the head!

I……

It would be nice to have a sword...

In the little mind.

In big eyes.

My young mind...is filled with this idea!

…

Brush it!

Gu Han, who was waiting for news in a gorgeous living room, suddenly opened his eyes!

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Lao Sun looked puzzled.

"Master, you won't have nightmares, right?"

Sapling blinked.

Gu Han said nothing.

At that moment, there was a hint of desire and movement among his more than 20,000 swords.

To be precise.

It was a blue sword with a very special meaning to him!

Su Yuan Sword!

Tangtang’s Suyuan Sword!