(Unchanged) Except for a handful of people, even the Xuanhuang Pavilion, which was praised by the world as "responsible for money", was not really dug out, the real origin of the old antiques in the Daozong Qinglian Sword Peak and the Laozhu Peak.

How many hundred thousand years did the old man Lao Zhufeng live?

Yin Burang, who has extremely talented but has very shallow foundation, is not clear about it, of course, he doesn't care, either.

However, more than once, the old antiques forced him to tell him about the "magnificent and iron-blooded" past.

If the old antique picked up the pipe and smashed it, it was nothing more than something. "You boy don't know, how powerful the old man is..." If the old antique picked up the wine gourd, his face would be blushed after the three mouthfuls, and he hugged it tightly, and then he would be, "Don't look at the old man still so handsome now, you don't know how the old man was back then..."

If it were the deeds of the glorious years, it would be fine if he could increase his knowledge. As a result... they were all small things about Chen Guzi rotting sesame seeds. Of course Yin Burang didn't want to listen. With this free time, how many times could he condense his sword energy?

So what can it be? It’s even more unspeakable to say that it’s even more so. Old Antique hopes that he can say something, he can give you a hundred words. Now, two or three hundred years have passed, and he can’t remember how many times he has been sitting under the bamboo forest of old Antique and suddenly went into seclusion.

The old antique has boasted more than once, "Thanks to the old man, you have mastered this kind of ability to focus on it!"

But he turned his head and looked angry again, and kept muttering, "You kid, you don't know how to respect your elders at all. The old man told you a lot of passion. How much did you listen?" In short, there was no trace of majesty as he said.

As for why he gave up the "Xuanhuang Pavilion" path, turned to the Dao Sect, and then the Qinglian Sword Peak, it was a long story. In the words of old antiques, that was something that could not be explained clearly for three days and three nights.

After a few twists and turns, the Jianjun named Yin Burang looked at the towering mountains that were almost flooded by the sea of ​​clouds, glanced at the girl in the hat, and said calmly: "The old antique wants to see you."

'If you don't speak astonishingly, you will never stop...' Ning Wuxin sighed. It must have been before that Qinglian Sword Lord had already had a conversation with the so-called "old antique" of the sword, and the two of them had probably thought about the strangeness on her.

Can this side be gone? Of course it is OK, but it can escape the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day.

"See me?" Yin Bulang looked out of sight. The girl in the hat suddenly frowned slightly, then suddenly looked up and glanced at the elegant sword cultivator. Her eyes were not bad. After all, the other party was a sword king of the lineage, but hesitated for a while, "Can you disappear?"

The Ruyi Sword Cultivator did not think that the girl's words were inappropriate. However, for the sake of the old antique, he still had to take out a patient attitude of his usual sword practice, "But, I suggest that we should leave the Daozong and go to the Taoist temple, and meet again!"

The elegant sword cultivator still had no intention of overwhelming others with power, and looked at the girl with a very clear look.

Then I said that this old antique almost didn't care about the world, just because she was interested in joining Jianfeng, it was not to force the girl to be humble and 'seem to see half of the inheritance of the future'.

"Then it's time for Jianjun to lead the way." The girl bowed her hand slightly, then gently tapped the universe between her fingers. The next mountain wind suddenly rolled up, and the girl beside her was no longer visible. On top of her head, a black feather of more than meter-sized size was already heading towards the sea of ​​clouds.

"Five hundred miles northeast, the spiritual energy is the thinnest, but the bamboo is continuous." After saying that, the Ruyi Jian Cultivator stopped holding the sword and looked up at the sky, and suddenly murmured, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was telling the old man far away from the Jianfeng lineage, 'Because Ning Wuxin was willing to meet his ancestors, Yin Qian would not go to Laozhu Peak to disturb the ancestors' talk to this little girl today.'

Qian, the name of Ruyi Jian Cultivation, is the Taoist name given by the old antique Jian Peak.

Afterwards, it seemed as if he thought of something important, Ruyi Jian Cultivator suddenly showed a sudden look of returning to his senses. He said in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "But, my ancestors should not talk to other girls."

The little girl is not me, Yin Qian. Before she even entered the Taoist sect, she was hit by Jianfeng's great "opportunity" and there was no way out to change. If my ancestors still showed off to the little girl how powerful they were in those days, they met gods and killed gods and met ghosts and beat ghosts.

How could Yushu admire countless fairies and witches who admire the ancestors?... As a result, even the acre of three-point land in Laozhu Peak cannot be separated from Laozhu Peak, and he cannot be upset for his disciples. Instead, he enjoys bullying the disciples of the pulse. I cannot guarantee that when this little girl comes out of Laozhu Peak, she dares to go to the Interior Hall and ignites the natal spirit lamp of the core disciple of Qinglian Jian Peak...'

After saying that, Ruyi Jian Cultivator suddenly felt bad and looked strange.

Five hundred miles away.

The sea of ​​clouds is on the top, with green mud under your feet, and bamboo leaves rustling behind you. The spiritual energy is thin and the bamboo fragrance surrounds the mountains. It is called "Lao Zhu Peak". An old man with a Taoist bun and a clear body and appearance are all looking at the void of the sea of ​​clouds, with a sunny and sunny weather!

He held the smoke pole that had just been filled with smoke, and then hit him fiercely with his other hand. The Ruya Sword Cultivator, who was far away from the edge of the teleportation mountain, was immediately caught in front of the old man. This time, it was not a knock on the void, but a real smoke pole hit his head.

The old antique shook his hands in anger. After twisting the smoke pole, he became angry and embarrassed, "I won't hit the house and untied the tiles in three days? The great deeds of my ancestors are something you can arrange, no big or small!"

After that, he seemed to vent his anger, and then he looked contented and hummed a few times:

"You kid is still good at getting cheap. You must know that if the ancestors opened the door, the old Zhu Peak would be blocked. I wonder how many heroes and heroes would cry and beg them and tell them "I missed the past"!"

The elegant sword cultivator who was beaten hard and carried back to Laozhu Peak with one hand was still calm and did not feel embarrassed about it. Over the past three hundred years, he has been used to it by this old antique master in various strange ways.

As the Qinglian Sword Peak's vein, can you avoid it in Qinglian Sword Peak?

It's possible, but it doesn't. In the root of this, this ancestor is the only one left in the world of Qinglian Sword Lord, who is willing to make him respect him from the bottom of his heart. Naturally, he is not what others say is really incompatible with the world. It's just that he is lazy and he doesn't want to.

Gently wiped off the old man's spitting star, the elegant sword cultivator looked helpless, and bowed to apologize: "My old antiques in Jian Peak are hidden, I admire them!" The old man said with a look of contempt and disgust - this flattery is not worth anything!
Chapter completed!