The saint shook his head, and a wry smile appeared on his beautiful face. He had never felt this kind of powerlessness except in the Ghost Swordsman's altar this year.

After thinking about it over and over again, the Saint found that she really had nothing to repay him, so she whispered beside Lu Ming: "I won't say anything extra. If you think I'm a friend, then come to me when I need me in the future. As long as I'm still alive."

Lu Ming nodded calmly and said nothing, but a trace of invisible changes appeared on a mature face.

In fact, the saint's words were almost only Lu Ming could hear them, but the three masters sitting in the camp naturally heard them without any leakage. The Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master looked at each other and smiled with relief, but they were not surprised, because they watched Lu Ming walk over step by step, and he had already reached this point.

However, the senior manager of the Sword Hall, who was originally arrogant, was stunned. His skin trembled uncontrollably on his thin cheeks. He never expected that the Saint would say this. Because he knew even more that although it was not clear which of the three Saints would eventually serve the three Sword Priests, a large part of the levels she could touch now were not accessible to the Sword Saint level. The Sword Hall had always spared no effort to cultivate them!

It’s just that the saint can leave such a promise. What exactly happened between them? Why did there be such a friendship?

Good luck boy! The senior manager of the sword hall looked at Lu Ming, turned his head and said to the old sword master with some envy, "It seems that this time, he can not only achieve good results, but also the Xingchen Sword Academy will become famous in the Zhenyuan Empire!"

The words of the senior manager of the Sword Hall were from the heart. Lu Ming's luck was not only to meet a high-end level like the Saint, but when he was just starting out, he was favored by two masters, Shentu, the Saint of Destruction of Swords and Ji Wujian, the first local sword-holder. Even in the entire empire, few young people could have such good luck.

Moreover, in the trial land where he had been searching for the sword hall for a year without any extra clues, he found the Saint. His luck was a bit outrageous!

However, during the trial, he could not get the assistance of the two masters. All of this is his own masterpiece of working with the team. It seems that this young man has an unlimited future! This is exactly the talent needed by Jiantang!

The old sword master smiled proudly and said, "This is naturally. I, Ji Wujian, have been keeping a low profile all my life. This time, I will bring my apprentice to turn the tables."

Seeing the old sword master's two thick eyebrows raised high, a sense of pride suddenly emanated. The senior manager of the sword hall nodded and stood up and said, "Then I will congratulate you in advance, respect the sound of Jiayin, and say goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around and said to the saint, "Let's go, the master of the hall is already waiting."

The saint nodded, turned his head and looked at Lu Ming deeply, and looked at several swordsmen who had tried their best to protect him. Then he turned around and walked out resolutely.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the sword hanging around the waist of the high-rise building of the sword hall was automatically unsheathed. He narrowed his fingers into a sword and the sword body suddenly magnified several times, like a small bed. The saint jumped up, and the sword carried her away with speed as wind and lightning.

"Flying with a sword! This is my second biggest goal in life!" Looking at the sword that looked like a stream of light, Zhuoligetu was immediately filled with emotion.

"Then what is your first goal in life?" Nangong Huajian smiled proudly.

Zhuoligetu turned his head and looked at him seriously, saying, "You can take the sword."

Nangong Huajian's face was still smiling and suddenly looked stunned. Instead, he nodded in agreement: "It's very practical."

Lu Ming didn't say anything because he clearly felt the determination emitted from the saint. This time when she went back, what she was going to face must be the two saints who had been carefully prepared for a year. For someone who shouldn't have appeared again, she would definitely be suppressed by the two groups of forces at the same time, because she is the weakest now and is easiest to squeeze out!

Even though she knew it was dangerous, she still went back. This made Lu Ming's understanding of her further deepen. Moreover, this woman is indeed not bad. If she has the chance in the future, she would not mind doing her a favor.

Lu Ming in his previous life was a lone wolf. In this life, he didn't want to miss a friend worth dating. This has nothing to do with interests, it's just friendship.

Zhuo Ligetu squeezed his huge body into the chair, looked at Lu Ming with his small eyes half-squinted, and said, "Tomorrow will be the second [***] competition. You can't use such a sword to participate in the competition, right?"

"Yes, it's a pity that rare good sword!" Leng Jian still recalled the moment when the sword of reincarnation was broken, and his heart would twitch involuntarily. That sword was the best sword he had ever seen in his life.

Qing'er frowned even more worriedly, her beautiful little face was covered with sorrow, "Young Master, you don't have a good sword, you will suffer a good loss tomorrow, and the time is so short, why don't we try our luck at the auction house now?"

Lu Ming shook his head gently and said calmly: "A real good sword is almost impossible to appear in the auction house, but I think there is still time, so I should be able to build a good sword."

"One day?" Zhuo Ligetu screamed: "Is this impossible? Now we need materials without materials, equipment without equipment, and there is no place for forging at least. I know you have money and can do things, but that also takes time? Can money buy time? If I say that, Qing'er is right, we should go to the weapons store and auction house, maybe..."

"No need to be so troublesome." The old sword master laughed and took the sword from his waist, saying, "Tomorrow's competition, I will lend you my sword, so you can use my sword. It's very common for the apprentice to compete with the master's sword."

"That's right!" Zhuo Ligetu's eyes lit up: "This sword contains part of the realm of Master Sword Master. It can not only fill the gap in your sword realm, but the key is that this is a pretty good sword."

"Yes, with this sword, you can save a lot of unnecessary trouble and prepare for the competition with peace of mind." Leng Jian's cold face showed a smile: "This time, everyone is bound to win. A good sword means an even greater sure of winning."

"Yes, Young Master, with this sword, it will be easier for you to get the first place." Qing'er shook Lu Ming's arm and began to jump.

However, no one expected that Lu Ming did not agree immediately, but became silent. After a moment, he shook his head gently and said, "No need, although time has been a little hurry, I will definitely find a sword that suits me."

No one in Zhuoligetu expected that this would be the result. They started to persuade him in surprise, but the old sword master raised his hand and stopped him. He even nodded slowly, not only not forcing him, but also very approving.

In the eyes of the old sword master, there are still many swords that can be called "good". After all, he knows more clearly that even the best sword is, if it cannot be used easily, it will become a bond and will reduce its strength.

However, Lu Ming's child has always been very reassuring to do things, and his comprehensive strength is even more unspeakable in Jiansheng. If he uses it comfortably and easily, what if he gives him a dull iron sword?

This old man really understands what I think! Lu Ming sighed in his heart and turned around and walked out the door.

It was almost dusk, and the golden light gently caressed the earth, quiet and peaceful, making people feel very comfortable when they glanced at it. However, Lu Ming had a lot of thoughts in his heart. It has been nearly a year since he came to the Sword Qi Continent. Over the past period of time, he has been trying hard to explore and enter the higher realm of swordsmanship, and his harvest is also abundant. However, whenever he successfully advances and thinks about the short journey he has just walked, he always feels that he has lost something, but he doesn't know what it is.

In fact, when I was on Earth, I was constantly making progress, and even joined the killer sect in order to get more and better resources and constantly challenge the masters and themselves!

However, everything I did, even finding the top ten famous swords, finally condensed the sword marks, was actually fighting for the pursuit of strength!

Power! This is a very attractive word. Even if you are not a warrior or an ordinary person, you subconsciously want to become a very powerful person. When you were very young, you have become one of them. However, you are lucky to have practiced the method and find a way to pursue powerful power. This process can only be stopped at the beginning and cannot be stopped again and you are reluctant to stop.

Lu Ming looked up at the sky. The sky was vast and boundless, containing everything that all the people were all. Under the starry sky, flowers are flowers, trees are trees, mountains are mountains, and water is water. They are treated equally without prejudice, even if they are powerful as the sword saint and sword lord, they are just individuals under the sky.

Lu Ming thinks from the perspective of others, raises his position, and looks down at the earth from the sky, and you will find that low mountains are growing, rushing rivers are magnificent, and young flowers and plants will grow into towering trees sooner or later. All they need is time, because all of this has their own strength!

But where is my own strength?

Is it sword technique? It is sword technique? It is sword energy? Or sword?
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