Chapter 42 Three Years

Spring goes and autumn comes, and time goes by.

The flowers, plants and trees on Jianlan Mountain withered, bloomed again, and withered again. Three years have passed.

Somewhere in Jianlan Mountain, the thin figure had already grown up completely. Although Haitian still had a faint childish aura on his face, no one in Jianlan Sect dared to underestimate the young man in front of him.

During these three years, Haitian fought like a god of killing, but Haitian also took this opportunity to search the entire Jianlan Mountain quietly, but did not find any trace of his family. Now he has believed what Tanzan said at the beginning, and his family is not in Tanzan's hands.

After knowing the truth, Haitian no longer attacked the swordsman-level disciples, but turned to the swordsman-level disciples. First, after this period of killing, the swordsman-level disciples were so scared that they dared not leave alone. It was becoming more and more difficult for him to fight. Second, because his family was no longer in the hands of the other party, Haitian was not good at killing him anymore.

However, Haitian did not leave. Jianlan Sect had become his trial venue. With so many masters who practiced with him, what else was there to be dissatisfied with?

For three years, Haitian has lived in battle, recovery, and practice every day, from the first one-star swordsman to the current six-star swordsman. Compared to his previous life, it is much faster.

If Haitian hadn't been harassing the Jianlan Sect and practicing wholeheartedly, maybe Haitian could have broken through and become a sword master at this moment.

Haitian has lived a comfortable life in the past three years, but for Jianlan Sect and Tanzania, it is a completely miserable life.

Relying on the breath-catching technique and the Five Elements Escape technique, no one in Jianlan Sect can discover or capture Haitian even in Tanzan. The huge Jianlan Mountain allows Haitian to come and go freely.

As time went by, Tanzan also discovered that Haitian no longer attacked the swordsman-level disciples, but instead attacked the swordsman disciples, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The disciples at the swordsman level are the future of Jianlan Sect and their hope. If they are really killed by Haitian, their Jianlan Sect will be almost over.

In order to completely eliminate Haitian, Tanzan ordered disciples at the sword master level to be divided into many groups to search on Jianlan Mountain. Although there were several battles with Haitian, Haitian immediately disappeared once it was at a disadvantage, which made the plan they had painstakingly arranged failed again and again.

Tanzan was so angry that he smashed the last teacup on Jianlan Mountain.

"Bang!" The blue-white ceramic teacup fell to the ground hard, making a crisp sound. Several clear marks were traced across the clean and tidy marble floor.

"Waste! All are waste! Three years! For three years, I didn't even catch a small Haitian for me. Instead, I let this matter spread outside. You have lost all the faces of our Jianlan Sect!" Tanzan shouted in anger. In the past three years, he had not had a good sleep and had frequent nightmares.

What I dreamed of was nothing but Haitian.

The second-generation disciples of Jianlan Sect in the hall were all afraid to speak. Like Tanzan, they had a very uncomfortable life in the past three years. If they hadn't been determined, they would have gone crazy long ago.

As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, bad things go through thousands of miles.

In the second year alone, news that Haitian had caused trouble in the entire Jianlan Sect was already spread throughout the Wushan Province. Especially those big families and major forces regarded Jianlan Sect as an absolute joke, and it was no wonder Tanzan was so angry.

"Say! Tell me, what should I do now?" Tanzan stared at everyone angrily, his beard trembling, like an angry lion.

The disciples looked at each other and all lowered their heads. What would they do? If there was a way, they would not delay until now.

"Master, although I still have no choice but to Haitian, you have already made some mistakes in asking me to search Haitian's family." At this moment, Clu, who had been silent, suddenly looked up and said.

These words were like a cardiotonic agent. Tanzan's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly: "Tell me quickly, what are you looking at?"

"After our investigation over the past two years, a group of mysterious elements came to the Hai family and fought. Then the mysterious elements took all the Hai family away. The whereabouts are still unknown." Cru told all the investigations.

"Where is unknown?" Tanzan's face suddenly became gloomy. Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Cru nodded and said, "We have not found their whereabouts so far. But based on the traces left by their battle at that time, we have discovered a special sword spirit power."

"What kind of sword spirit power?" Tanzan immediately asked intently.

"It is a black sword spirit power, and it has a strong corrosive nature."

"Is it them?" Tanzan's face changed drastically, and he lowered his head and muttered to himself, "If it were them, it would be no wonder. But why did they take the Hai family away? It's strange, it's really strange."

Although Tanzan's voice was very small, none of the people present were weak, and Tanzan's words were heard.

But they had never heard of the corrosive nature of sword power. Judging from Tanzan's situation, they obviously knew some of the situation. Cruel boldly asked: "Master, have you heard of this kind of sword power?"

"Is this what you should ask? Okay, you don't need to investigate the situation of Haitian's family in the future." Tansan gave the order seriously, but when he thought of Haitian, he felt extremely headache. He couldn't catch it, and could not find it. Haitian was like a loach, too slippery.

"As for Haitian..." Tanzan pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "You try not to fight with him in the future. If he insists on fighting, you should be careful not to hurt him."

"Master, you are..." The disciples in the hall looked at Tanzan in horror. No one expected that the Sect Master of Jianlan Sect, who had been harassed for three years, would say such words.

Seeing that everyone was dissatisfied, Tanzania had a blue face and said coldly: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Yes, Master." Although I didn't understand it in my heart, they could not violate what Tanzan said.

Soon, everyone left, and Tanzan returned to his apse and continued to practice.

However, they didn't notice that suddenly a figure emerged from the ground, which was Haitian. Whenever Tanzan called his disciples to scold them, Haitian would come over to "listen".

He likes to see Tanzan get angry, but today he hears this news.

"Black sword spiritual power? It also has corrosive properties?" Haitian frowned and searched his mind at the same time, "Strange, why haven't I heard of such sword spiritual power? Who are they? Why do they come to take my family away?"

"I don't know how my father and Xiaoyu and the others are?" Haitian showed a deep worry on his face, but then Haitian smiled indifferently and looked at the apse not far away. "It seems that Tanzania may know something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Haitian's figure suddenly disappeared into the hall, and the entire hall returned to its former peace, as if Haitian had never been here.

In the back hall, Tanzan was sitting cross-legged on the cushion and practicing, a faint yellow light emanating from his body.

Suddenly, Haitian suddenly emerged from the ground and smiled and said, "Sect Master Tanzania, it's been a long time since we saw you."

As soon as he heard Haitian's voice, Tanzan immediately opened his eyes and stared at Haitian with gritted teeth: "You dare to come out, aren't you afraid that I will imprison you?"

"Confinement? Then you have to lock me with your sword consciousness first. But your sword consciousness can't find my existence at all, so how can you talk about implicating me?" Haitian didn't care at all, "I'm not idle when I come to find you. I heard everything you said in the hall in front of you. Who is the black sword spirit you are talking about?"

"You heard it?" Tanzan's face immediately changed when he heard this, but he sneered, "So what if you heard it? Do you think I will tell you?"

"I don't want to say it? I won't force you." Haitian smiled confidently, "I have lived in Jianlan Mountain in the past three years. I originally planned to leave. Since you are so kind to keep me, I can't help but give you face. By the way, the targets we are fighting against recently are all masters at the swordsman level. It's too difficult to fight. Next time I'll go find a swordsman to play with."

Hearing this sentence, Tanzan's face changed drastically, and he looked at Haitian with a calm face, which was a naked threat.

If Haitian did not leave, their jokes about Jianlan Sect will not only spread to Wushan Province, but may also spread to the entire Sangma Empire. At that time, not only will they not be able to recruit new disciples, but they will also decline from now on.

Moreover, Haitian also has to kill swordsman-level disciples. With his current strength and the protection of the Xuan-level sword weapon, almost no swordsman can withstand Haitian's attack.

"Damn it, aren't you afraid that all the Sword King disciples will go out together? With your attack speed, it's impossible to be faster than the Sword King-level master." Tanzan had a gloomy face, and he wanted to eat Haitian.

"Indeed, the Sword King's attack speed is much faster than mine. Before I could kill a swordsman with my attack, I'm afraid the Sword King can stop it. But don't forget that I am still young. If you have passed ten or twenty years, will the sword kings under your command be my opponent?" Hai Tian didn't care at all, although the disciples of Jianlan Sect will also make progress.

But he believed that with his cultivation speed, he would definitely be much faster than them. With his past experience as the Sword God, it would be enough to defeat the Sword King in less than ten years.

The quiet back hall was silent. Tanzan was so angry that his face turned pale, his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't speak. Haitian just stood there, smiling at Tanzan on the cushion, as if he was not in a hurry.

After a while, Tanzan sighed: "Okay, I can tell you. But you have to promise me a condition!"
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