The Ultimate Sword Master

Gu Han swallowed.

He couldn't hold himself any longer.

No wonder!

Although Zuo Yang and Yu Miao looked ordinary on the surface, they always gave him a feeling of being unfathomable and incomprehensible. Even... even their cultivation methods were very different from ordinary monks!

turn out to be.

She turned out to be a saint son and a saint!

That makes sense!

"Why!"

Murong Yuan almost lost his temper.

"Isn't it good to be the Holy Son?"

No one knows better than him what the meaning of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter is. It is the foundation of a Holy Land. The person who is likely to win the position of Holy Lord in the future is an existence that countless monks need to look up to and envy!

this……

Isn’t it inappropriate to say it’s inappropriate?

"You do not understand."

Zuo Yang shook his head.

"The world is big and the chef is the biggest! This is my ideal!"

"..."

Murong Yuan was speechless.

I talk to you about the future, and you talk to me about your ideals.

this……

Completely unable to communicate!

"Senior brother."

Gu Han blinked.

"Then...how did you get out? Didn't they always take you back?"

"Thanks to Senior Sister."

Zuo Yang had a look of emotion on his face.

"She tasted my roasted meat and listened to my ideals, so she decided to take me with her. I don't know what method she used. Anyway, the Holy Lord didn't stop me, but when I left...his The face is very dark.”

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

The Holy Son has been abducted by others, how can he not have a dark face?

"so."

Zuo Yang smiled.

"When Senior Sister comes back, they will look good! Besides, there is a difference between a Holy Land and a Holy Land. This Holy Land of All Transformations, at first glance, seems to have insufficient foundation. It is far different from my Holy Land. Don't take it to heart!"

"I knew it earlier."

Murong Yan looked envious.

"I won't go to Yuqingzong, but to Fengwuyuan."

after all.

Who would have thought.

A small force that is so dilapidated that almost everyone forgets and despises it, actually has such a big background?

"You can not."

Zuo Yang shook his head.

"You cannot meet the requirements of Senior Sister."

Murong Yan:......

"Senior brother."

Gu Han looked curious.

"Even if the saint son and saint girl say to take her away, our senior sister has a big background?"

"Maybe."

"should?"

"then."

Zuo Yang thought for a while.

"After I left the Holy Land, I was brought here by Senior Sister. Not long after, Junior Sister also came. We don't know the specific situation, and we have never asked. Is it a cook? He can just cook the food. He doesn't care about so much. What to do! If you want to know, you can ask Senior Sister in person."

"..."

Gu Han stopped talking.

He felt that both Zuo Yang and Yu Miao had big hearts, very big!

"That's it!"

Murong Yuan was relieved.

"If that's the case, then my worries are unnecessary."

"It's just a pity."

"The secret realm collapsed, and the treasure liquid..."

"Baoye?"

Gu Han then remembered and took out the white jade bottle, "Except for the part consumed by Jiang Xuan, the rest should be here."

Although……

This may be the only treasure left in the Northern Territory of the Eastern Wasteland, but the friendship is even more priceless, so he will naturally not choose to keep it to himself.

"this……"

Murong Yan was stunned.

"Where did you come from?"

"Given by Master Chicken."

Gu Han chuckled and said, "It's just right. Let's split it up immediately. It's just the right time to use it to break through!"

…

South of the Savage Forest.

Beyond the endless wilderness.

Here, very few people dare to set foot, and it is a part of the forbidden area that is regarded as a forbidden area of ​​​​life.

It is different from the prosperity within the territory.

The spiritual power here is sparse and scattered, and it is dead silent. There are almost no living things. The only vegetation is a strange gray-brown color. A layer of mysterious mist that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved has shrouded it all year round, as if there is life. Under the twists and turns, several ghost cries were heard from time to time, making the forbidden area even more weird.

The mist is drifting.

Bones can be seen everywhere.

Judging from the shape, there are humans and monsters, and most of them are weird and unnamed races. A few skeletons still retain a faint aura, obviously they were not weak in life.

"Pooh!"

now.

The mist is drifting away.

An unbelievably beautiful big rooster was flying in the air, complaining endlessly, and it seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet forbidden area.

"I'm so exhausted, Mr. Chicken!"

"No one is good, they all want to trick Master Ji!"

"..."

Cursing and cursing.

It keeps moving forward.

The layer of strange mist that seemed to be able to dissolve all living things seemed to have no effect on it at all.

I don’t know how much time passed.

It slowly fell down and stopped in front of a simple hut.

Talk about simple.

They are all praising it.

This hut is only surrounded by four curved gray-brown wooden stakes, with a dozen similarly curved, slightly thinner wooden sticks placed on top, and is scatteredly covered with a layer of withered grass, which serves as a roof.

Not so much a hut.

It's better to say it's a shack.

outside room.

Dozens of dead branches twisted in a circle, barely forming a fence.

In the courtyard.

An old man with white hair and beard, hunched waist, and wrinkled face, who looked a little frail, stood there quietly, holding a smooth wooden stick in his hand, quietly looking at the strange fog outside.

He said he was looking.

But his eyes were closed.

"Are you back?"

As if he had noticed the movement outside, he didn't look back and smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Humph!"

Chongming walked in from outside angrily.

"Let me make it clear first!"

"Next time there is such a thing, I will never go there even if I kill you!"

"No."

The old man sighed.

"This is the last time."

As he said.

He suddenly coughed violently, and every time he coughed, his waist became more hunched, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

"You..."

Chongming seemed to know his situation very well.

There was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"How long can you hold on?"

"Cough cough..."

The old man coughed for a long time before stopping, and his skinny hands stroked the wooden stick in his hands.

"Not much time left."

"Wait for Master Ji!"

Chongming was furious and was about to go out.

"I'll go inside again!"

"No need."

The old man shook his head.

"That thing is actually not very useful to me. It can barely extend my life for a few years. It's useless. Besides, you were lucky to get out last time. It's not certain this time."

"..."

Chongming stopped talking.

Back then.

How handsome, talented, and arrogant the man in front of him was!

But now...

He has become like this!

"How about..."

After a moment.

It spoke again, and there was a tremor in its voice.

"Let's go back and take a look?"

"No."

"Don't you want to see her again?"

"..."

It was the old man's turn to be silent.

His originally haggard face suddenly showed a bit of nostalgia.

One is a genius.

One is a beauty.

A pair of lovers that everyone envied, but now they are separated by an endless distance. It has become a luxury to see each other again.

"Forget it."

After a while.

He shook his head gently.

"If I show up, it will definitely bring her great trouble. Besides, I am in such a ghostly state now... it is better not to meet!"

"What a pity."

He stroked the wooden stick, feeling a little regretful.

"The Xuantian lineage is so glorious, but now it is going to be destroyed in my hands. I feel ashamed of my ancestors and those dead fellow disciples!"

"That bastard!"

Chongming suddenly cursed.

"Your disciples and grandchildren have been slaughtered by people, and you still have the mood to hang out outside!"

"Master Ji."

The old man's tone was a little serious.

"That is the master."

"Haha."

Chongming sneered.

"When he met Master Ji, he was still a stupid boy! What's wrong with scolding him?"

"..."

The old man stopped talking.

Chongming's seniority was too high, and he was indeed qualified to say such things.

"It's not broken!"

Suddenly.

Chongming spoke again, staring at him closely, his eyes more serious than ever before.

"The Xuantian Sword Master is here!"

"The Xuantian lineage will always be here!"

"Sword Master?"

Hearing this title that only existed in his memory, the old man seemed a little uncomfortable.

"The world has been broken, how can I still be called the Sword Master?"

"The sword is broken."

Chongming shook his head.

"But you are still here!"

"The Xuantian Sword Master has always been passed down from generation to generation. You have to hold on until you find the next Sword Master!"

"Speaking of which."

It thought about it.

"This time I went there, I found a good seedling..."