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Chapter 1377 Tianming Sword Lord!(2/2)

Jian Tianming broke away from Legalism and drew a clear line with Legalism.
Although it is not considered an enmity, nor is there any enmity, it is purely Jian Tianming's own choice.
The Legalists never forced or persecuted Jian Tianming.
But no matter how you look at it, Legalism is at a loss.
Now it's not even possible to get some light with Jian Tianming.
Inside Taixuan Mansion.
Ye Qingyun also heard about this and couldn't help being shocked.
I was so scared that the noodles in my mouth fell out.
"Xiao Jianjian really defeated the Haiyue Sword Master? Did he become the Ninth Sword Master?"
Kunlunzi nodded repeatedly.
"Now the news has spread all over the Central Plains, and the name of Lord Tianming Sword is already known to everyone."
Ye Qingyun was holding the bowl in his hand and suddenly felt that the noodles inside were no longer fragrant.
He was really envious.
The name of the Sword Master!
How awesome to say it.
Why doesn't he, Ye Qingyun, not want to be known as the Sword Master for fun?
How impressive it is to say it out loud.
pity.
Ye Qingyun knew that he was too good.
It is estimated that he will never be able to climb to the level of Sword Master in this life.
But when I think about it, Jian Tianming can be regarded as teaching it himself, although the teaching method is a bit outrageous.
It's more of a fool's errand.
But no matter what, Jian Tianming’s reputation as Sword Master can be considered as a result of my contribution, Ye Qingyun.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingyun suddenly felt comfortable again.
The noodles in the bowl became spicy and delicious again.
On this very day.
Jian Tianming returned to Taixuan Mansion.
But he didn't come back alone.
There was also a beautiful and pitiful woman beside him.
Ye Qingyun and others looked at Jian Tianming and the woman beside him, all in a daze.
"Xiao Jianjian, why don't you go out and become a sword master and come back with a wife?"
Ye Qingyun's tone was a little sour
Said slipping away.
He did forget it.
Isn’t this too annoying?
Jian Tianming became a sword master, became famous in the Central Plains, and was sought after by countless swordsmen.
This is considered a success.
As a result, there was another woman beside me, and she was so good-looking.
Who wouldn’t envy this?
At least Young Master Ye was extremely envious.
"Young Master is joking."
Jian Tianming shook his head, but his expression was a little complicated.
"what's the situation?"
Seeing Jian Tianming's expression was different, Ye Qingyun couldn't help but ask.
Jian Tianming sighed and glanced at the woman following him.
"She is the daughter of Sword Lord Haiyue."
"What?"
Ye Qingyun was even more shocked when he heard this.
I'll rub it!
You defeated Sword Master Haiyue, snatched his position as Sword Master, and even took back his beautiful eldest daughter?
This is simply a beast!
Is it immoral or not?
"Xiao Jianjian, I'm going to criticize you."
Ye Qingyun looked serious.
"It doesn't matter if you win the competition, how could you snatch someone's daughter away? This is too outrageous!"
"If word of this spreads, everyone will know that Jian Tianming bullies men and dominates women!"
Huikong on the side also shook his head.
"Amitabha, sword donor, you really shouldn't be like this, it's really a sin!"
Kunlunzi also looked at Jian Tianming with strange eyes. Although he didn't say anything, he obviously subconsciously believed that Jian Tianming snatched this woman directly.
Jian Tianming wanted to cry but had no tears.
Very speechless.
It's really a bit hard to argue.
"I didn't steal her."
Jian Tianming could only say this.
"You didn't steal it? Then you cheated it?"
""
How could this be either robbing or cheating?
I, Jian Tianming, am full of sword energy, do I look like the kind of evil person who deceives and deceive others?
"Sword Lord Haiyue is dead."
Jian Tianming hurriedly explained.
"ah?"
At this moment, Ye Qingyun and the others were stunned.
Chapter completed!
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