The Sword of Zhu Tian is destroyed. He has held it for more than a thousand years, but no one can survive under his Sword of Zhu Tian. The Sword of Zhu Tian is an exception.

"Yes, it's this talisman. Haha, when we fought against the Juehun Continent, the three swordsmen were exhausted, and their strength was exhausted. If it weren't for this talisman, how could it be possible to stop your Heavenly Sword, which is known as the world's number one magic weapon? Why are you reluctant to let it go? Now that we are like this, the world is no longer our era. It's better to give it to Qi'er, so that the treasure will not be covered with dust with us."

Jian Wudao said earnestly, of course the voice was full of depression. Think about how powerful they were back then, but now, they have all become people of heaven forbidden, and it can be said that half of their feet has stepped into the coffin. Such a treasure of heaven and earth will be ashamed of heaven and earth as the treasure of heaven and earth.

"Yes, the world is no longer our era. Instead of letting the Zhutian Sword follow me to dust, it is better to let it show its might and return to the position of the world's number one divine weapon. However, my Zhutian Sword is not as murderous as your soul-suppressing talisman. Now if it penetrates into Qi'er's body, I'm afraid his soul will not be able to stand it. So, I will use his Zhutian Sword Skill first, and you have no objection."

When the Sword Saint saw Bing Wugao, he was not worried that his little disciple would say he was stingy and could not give him the sword of Zhu Tian, ​​and this was for his own good, but he could pass on his sword of Zhu Tian first. But if he passed on the technique, he would have to let Bing Wugao agree.

In this way, he means to teach first.

"Okay, they are all our disciples, and I hope he is good, but he is against the will of heaven. Let's do this. In three days, we will pass on all our lives to Qi'er. Finally, it depends on who we teaches is good."

The idea of ​​Jian Wugao suddenly gambled with the Sword Saint in his mind and body. They fought for the rest of their lives and used all kinds of fighting. Let their common disciples evaluate it and see who is better in teaching, and who is better in that.

"Haha, okay, we two old disciples taught by us, who will be in the world in the future, which will be a big deal. Let him make trouble."

The Sword Saint laughed readily.

"Okay, haha"

When Jian Wugao saw that the Sword Saint had agreed, he burst into laughter. He was afraid that the Sword Saint, the sword silly, would not teach their disciples well, because he knew that the Sword Saint's Sword Sword Technique was very powerful and was completely inferior to him. If Tianqi learned his Sword Sword Skill and then learned his Ghost Step God Calculation Technique, then there were still a few people in the world who could do anything to him.

"Yeah, let's go"

The Sword Saint looked at Lin Tianqi and smiled with satisfaction. However, Tianqi did not move. The two old men disappointed him. What he meant just now was to ask them to give money so that he could get a piece of clothes. No, he had no clothes, so he could practice exercises with his bare butt. It was too unethical.

"Two masters, you guys see..."

Tianqi is not afraid of being ugly now. He is only three years old now. He raised his butt and said to the sword saint and Jian Wugao, and twisted his little butt.

"Oh, haha...Okay, go and Mr. Jian, I'll make a few clothes for you. This is not a matter of being able to make."

Both Jian Wulao and the Sword Saint started to write, but unfortunately they had passed their youth, otherwise they would have to laugh. They just ignored it, but they all had a lot of clothes to make. They took out one set and could help Tianqi make two or three sets. Judging from his appearance, his three-year-old figure, he didn't use much fabric, and how could they walk around the world without bringing a piece of clothes on their bodies?

Three years later, Tianqi was six years old. After three years of training, he suffered a lot, because he had to take care of his own life since he was three years old, especially the big problem of eating. The two elders had already fasted the treacherous and had not eaten or drunk for thousands of years, and there was no problem at all.

But Tianqi is not good. If the body of a mortal is not eaten, it will be a death. However, Tianxia Peak has no delicacies, not even a fly, so he can only eat grass very pitifully. Of course, it is not ordinary grass. Although Tianxia Peak does not allow creatures to enter, the living creatures here were in the battle of Tianxia Peak a thousand years ago. Those who die and those who escape will never come back to Tianxia Peak. Fortunately, there are wild vegetables and spiritual grass growing here. Tianqi can only eat these and grow up.
Chapter completed!