Wu Liang listened silently to the story of the Zangtian Sword, and seemed to be in the scene and returned to a thousand years ago...

"The two immortal martial arts were killed and injured. If they continued, they might be destroyed. At the last moment, the martial arts ancestor and the strongest immortals reached an agreement to fight the strongest ones!"

"decisive battle?"

Wu Liang murmured, and ripples appeared in his heart. The immortal path was defeated, otherwise there would not be the martial arts that are now.

The strongest fights the decisive battle, there is a martial arts ancestor, and what about the immortality?

The King of White Clothes? The King of Green Radish? The King of Blue Water?

Or another king?

Wu Liang shook his head, sighed lightly in his heart, and said lightly: "Has Wu Zu won?"

The Zangtian Sword looked a little dazed, as if immersed in the battle of the Supreme Powerful Man. He heard Wu Liang's words and murmurs: "I won, I won tragically, but I finally killed the strongest man in the Immortal Way."

"The most powerful immortal way? Do you know his name?"

The Zangtian Sword shook his head, and Wu Liang was not disappointed. After all, things have been a thousand years, and the Zangtian Sword is just a secular warrior. It is not easy to know these things.

"Although I don't know the name of that person, her title has been passed down through the ages." Just when Wu Liang was disappointed, a trace of respect appeared on Zangtian Jian's face and said seriously: "Fairy Luo Xue, even though she knew she would die, she would not take a step back.

Not enough to describe it!”

"Fairy Luoxue..."

Wu Liang's body trembled slightly, and the teacup in his hand had already been pinched into powder.

"Loose snow, Luoxue..." Wu Liang's eyes were slightly red and he shouted wildly: "Die! Idiot! The most powerful immortal? A joke!"

"Wu Liang?"

Seeing Wu Liang's crazy devil, Zangtian Jian couldn't help but look up, and when he saw him, his heart trembled, with such a terrible look.

Wu Liang's face was cold, and he closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. It had been a thousand years, and he should have expected it long ago.

Even if she could survive back then, she has turned into a pink skeleton now, why bother with this?

However, I was still a little disappointed in my heart, and a faint sadness arose in my heart. Even she was dead. Now I have completely cut off contact with me a thousand years ago.

Wu Zu, I hope you are still alive.

The murderous intent flashed in his eyes and soon he restrained it. He wrote down this hatred.

After being silent for a long time, Wu Liangcai said lightly: "I won't talk about this anymore. What does this have to do with the person who killed the Qingmu Gate?"

The Zangtian Sword felt that Wu Liang was full of secrets, but he didn't understand the truth. He continued to hear this: "Ancestor Wu defeated the fairy Luoxue and disappeared. Once the strongest immortal died, the morale of the monks was greatly reduced.

With some unknown factors, martial arts won quickly.”

"And after the martial arts powers won the victory, the previous sharing of joys and sorrows and unity was soon blinded by power." Zangtian Jian had a hint of mockery on his face, "There were forty-nine powerful men under the Martial Ancestor's seat at that time.

Those who defeated the Immortal Way soon, these strong men parted ways."

"These people are divided into two sects. One sect advocates learning the way of immortality and establishing sects to rule the world. The other sect advocates inaction and rule. After all, what they opposed to the way of immortality was that they could not bear the rule of immortality. If they now establish sects, wouldn't they be with the way of immortality?

Generally, I still have to change the soup and not the medicine.”

Zangtian Jian said slowly, but Wu Liang couldn't help but look at him.

This old ghost is very mysterious. He believes that this kind of secret should not be known to a secular warrior, nor can it be known to a three-flower warrior.

Perhaps even the old ghosts hidden in the sect may not be clear about, but the Zangtian Sword knows it clearly, as if it has experienced it personally.

"You can guess what happened later. The strong men who advocated the establishment of the sect created the thirty-six sects. The others lived in seclusion in the secular world and never interfered in the martial arts world again."

"Old ghost, you talked around for a long time. Does this have anything to do with the person you killed Aoki Gate?"

Wu Liang was a little impatient. He was not here to listen to the story. Who cares whether the martial arts powerhouses have parted ways?

This kind of struggle for power and profit is so common. Haven’t there been a few since ancient times? There is no peerless strong man who has never been able to accept the ordinary. In the end, it is normal.

"Of course it's related!" Zangtian Jian didn't care, but Wu Liang called him an old ghost. Seeing Wu Liang impatient, he couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "Young people just jump out of it. Most people don't tell him about old men, but they still like you.

Say to you."

Wu Liang rolled his eyes and said unhappy: "Just pretend you don't like me. Don't talk too much nonsense, otherwise it will attract people's annoyance."

The sword energy of Zangtian is blowing his beard, but a flash of light in his eyes. The afterglow glanced at Wu Liang, and then muttered for a while: "Okay, the old man is short. Anyway, it was the strong man under Wu Zu's seat that happened later.

There was a big battle, and then the Martial Ancestor, who was rumored to be dead, suddenly appeared. Then he suddenly issued an order, sectarian warriors are not allowed to enter the world without authorization. The warriors above the Three Flowers can challenge each other, but they cannot attack each other."

Wu Liang raised his eyebrows and said a little disbelief: "What the hell is this? Who cares whether to steal or not attack during life and death? Wu Zu was kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"presumptuous!"

Zangtian Jian scolded him, and then saw Wu Liang staring at him with a bad expression, and couldn't help but cough, "Boy, you can't talk nonsense. Wu Zu is the ancestor of martial arts. It would be unlucky to say bad things about Wu Zu."

Wu Liang sneered and said disapprovingly: "What kind of martial arts ancestors have existed since ancient times, but it is just a hero created by the times. Wu Zu dares to claim that Wu Zu has committed a taboo, and is not afraid of the heavenly punishment to kill him."

Seeing that Wu Liang said more and more outrageously, Zangtian Sword was shocked and did not dare to continue to argue with this lawless guy. He hurriedly said: "No matter what you think, this rule was set by the Martial Ancestor. Old man, I challenge Aoki openly.

Even if you are unhappy with the door, you won’t cause trouble for the old man for no reason.”

"What if they secretly sent strong men to kill you?"

Wu Liang didn't believe in this rule at all. If he had the strength of his opponent, how could he let the enemy go because of this absurd rule?

Whether it is martial arts or immortals, it is the prey of the weak. If you don’t fight, how can you bravely rise?

Zangtian Jian also knew that Wu Liang didn't believe it, and even he himself probably didn't believe it very much. He nodded and smiled, "This is possible, but they will not attack me on the surface on the surface. Send someone to update it secretly.

OK, it just so happened that I wanted to kill a few Sanhuas and go further, but the strong men walked up step by step with their corpses."

Speaking of which, this old ghost dared to attack Aokimen because of his confidence. He was confident that he could overcome all difficulties and that he could clear everything and reach the peak of martial arts.

After all, what warriors can rely on is their own strength.

Wu Liang nodded in agreement. This was the Sword of the Sky that he remembered. If this old ghost really hoped that unreliable rules would be safe, then Wu Liang would have to re-examine his own vision.

"Okay, you're tired even if you say so much. Let's not talk about this anymore. Old man, how about trying my tea?"

Wu Liang didn't want to listen to those past events anymore. People had to look forward, what's the use of thinking so much?

He was too lazy to argue about who is right and wrong back then, but Wu Zu was wrong and killed Luo Xue. He would not have failed to avenge this revenge, but all this depends on strength.

With his current strength, even if the Martial Ancestor is still in this world, he can't do anything to him.

Only when you have the ability to crush everything can you take revenge and complain as much as you wish.

The Zangtian Sword no longer continued. The two of them quietly savored tea and chatted, discussing some martial arts insights, which complemented each other for a while.

But what should come will always come. When the two of them finished drinking a pot of tea, Wu Liang looked up and glanced at the distance, and smiled faintly: "It seems that this rule is quite useful. Are you asking me for a fight?"

Zangtian Jian frowned slightly. Seeing Wu Liang's indifferent look, he couldn't help but say, "Don't be careless. Han Wushuang had already broken through the three flowers three years ago. I heard that when the breakthrough broke through, the white jade flower reached three feet, and it was not weak at all.

The chiefs of the seven sects and eight sects.”

Wu Liang looked at the Zangtian Sword with an inexplicable look, making the Zangtian Sword furrow all over his body, and couldn't help but mutter, "What are you doing when you look at the old man like this?"

"Old ghost, you know so much!"

Wu Liang couldn't help but smile. This old ghost was getting more and more interesting.

Han Wushuang broke through Sanhua and even the sect like Yushuimen was not clear. The secular controller of the Zangtian Sword knew it clearly.

Not only did he know that the other party was a three-flower warrior, but he also knew that the white jade flower reached three feet when she broke through. This is probably the top secret of Yushuimen.

Zangtian Jian laughed dryly and said, "I guess, I'll say it casually, don't take it seriously. But look at you so confident, don't overturn the boat in the gutter."

...

Wu Liang and the other two were so fond of chatting, but they didn't know that Han Wushuang's face looked extremely ugly at the foot of Tianshen Mountain.

His already cold face looked even colder. After a stick of incense, Han Wushuang's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly: "Wu Liang, come out to fight!"

"Wu Liang, come out to fight!"

"Wu Liang, come out to fight..."

The sound kept spreading among the mountains, as cold as frost. Anyone who heard it could not help but tremble in his heart, and only felt a chill coming from the bottom of his heart.

Wu Liang, who was chatting with Zangtian Jian, couldn't help but shake his head and said lightly: "It seems that you overestimate her. Your surname is not calm enough. You are really young."

Zangtian Sword laughed with a thud, pointed at Wu Liang, and said speechlessly for a while: "You guy..."

Wu Liang twisted his neck and chuckled, "Since they are anxious, it's not easy to disappoint her, right?"

"Little girl, come up, I'm waiting for you."

"Hmph! Now ** will die!"

"I have wanted to die a long time ago, but I am afraid that you will not be able to kill my grandfather."

The two of them talked dozens of miles apart, which was simply a myth in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wu Liang was not concerned, and went out of the backyard with Zangtian Jian and walked straight to the martial arts stage in the middle of the village.

...

At this time, all the young and old in Wujia Village left the house. When they saw Wu Liang, someone said, "Liangzi, is that okay?"

Wu Liang laughed and waved his hand and said, "What's the problem? Everyone should look carefully. Practicing hard behind closed doors is not a big way. Today there is a free coach, so don't waste it."

"snort!"

A cold voice interrupted everyone's discussion. Han Wushuang came in the air, wearing white clothes, like a god among immortals.
To be continued...