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Chapter 36 The Secret of the Sword

Grandma Jinhua, who tore off the disguise, did not seem as vicious and dangerous as before. She didn't care about Zhao Min's exclamation, but instead smiled with a self-deprecating smile.

"When Mrs. Han was in the Ming Cult, the admirers said it was so popular among hundreds of people. Why are you so surprised by the Yuan princess? Could it be..." Xie Xun asked in surprise, and then he seemed to think of something silently.

In fact, Grandma Jinhua disguised herself as an ugly woman and had many difficulties. She had sinned against many people in the martial arts world because of her husband's serious illness. One of the purposes of doing this was to avoid enemies; another, it was not so obscure that she sneaked into the Ming Cult as a Persian Ming Cult. Moreover, she had become a joint with Han Qianye, which had violated the Persian Ming Cult's rules. She knew the power of the Chief Secretary, and she wanted to cover up her eyes and avoid the possible pursuit of the Chief Secretary at any time, and completely cut off her relationship with the Ming Cult.

However, now that the Persian archon was looking for, she revealed the reasons for her disguise one by one, which made everyone very curious about the Persian archon's strength.

"Persian Chief, is it really that powerful?" Zhang Wuji asked.

Grandma Jinhua nodded and bowed to Zhang Wuji and said, "Although the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings are not all good martial arts, eight of them are not weaker than those of the Third Brother Realm a few years ago. The most important thing is that their firearms are very powerful, I think the princess should know this."

Zhao Min thought of the records of a certain battle when his ancestors fought in Persia that he had seen in his father's study, and said in a serious tone: "Yes, Persian firearms are very powerful."

Grandma Jinhua looked at the people and said, "What the Three Envoys of Fengyun and Yue should be true. The Twelve Treasure Tree Kings are afraid that they will be here this time. Lingsnake Island is no longer safe now, so we should retreat early."

Ye Qi agreed with her very much. Although he wanted to see the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings of the Persian Ming Cult, he also knew how embarrassed Zhang Wuji and his group were after facing the Persian Ming Cult. Now he is not alone, and not everyone on Lingshe Island is as good as him in martial arts.

After several people discussed and decided to take a boat back to the Central Plains.

...

As the sound of a horn came from the bow of the ship, huge white sails stood up, and Ye Qi and his group took a boat to leave Lingshe Island and headed towards Fuzhou, Central Earth.

Just shortly after the few people retreated, more than a dozen thunderous cannons were heard in the ears of the people along the sea breeze.

"Our ship is already a warship of the imperial navy, but it has only been equipped with three cannons. Listening to the sound of the cannons, not only are there many, but each one is not weaker than the one carried on the ship." Zhao Min looked at Lingshe Island and said with lingering fear.

Ye Qi looked at Dai Qisi and said, "No wonder the Dragon King wants to avoid it these years."

Dai Qisi said: "Now the court is stupid, but its majesty and strength are still a few points. No matter how crazy the Persian Ming Cult is, he will definitely not dare to bring warships to the shore of the court. What I avoid is not artillery, but Persian Ming Cult with the Holy Fire Order."

Xie Xun groped through the Holy Fire Order seized by the three envoys of Feng, Yue and Yun, and said, "Those who see the Holy Fire Order are as if they see the leader of the sect. I dare not say much at the moment, but if Persia came to hold the Holy Fire Order back then, even the leader of Yang would follow the order of the order of the order of the commandment.

But now my Wuji child has ordered the leader Yang, and this rule should be changed. The Middle Earth Ming Cult and the Persian Ming Cult have long been cut off from contact, and there are still six in their hands. Could it be that if they hold the order, we still have to listen to them?"

The Holy Fire Order was cast by Huoshan, an old man in the mountains. It was once a sacred object of the Persian Ming Cult. Six of them were engraved with Huoshan's unique skills. It was introduced to Middle Earth with the Ming Cult countless years ago and became a symbol of the leader of the Ming Cult. When it was passed on to the 31st generation of the Ming Cult, it was taken away by the Beggars' Sect. Later, it was passed on to Persian merchants and returned to the Persian General Principal, so the Three Envoys of Fengyun and Yue appeared in hand with the Holy Fire Order.

Zhang Wuji also felt that what his adoptive father said was reasonable and said, "This rule must be changed, but this matter should be decided by his adoptive father. After all, the last order of Master Yang was the adoptive father, you will take over the leader."

Yin Li, who had promised Zhang Wuji since childhood, heard that he was so humble and a little anxious for him. He thought to himself that there was no such stupid person as Zhang Wuji. Even if the Lion King is your adopted father, how powerful the leader of the Ming Cult is, how could he give in?

"Grandpa Xie is older this year, and the power of the Ming Cult is complicated. This is a hard work, right? Xiao Zhao?"

Her relationship with Xiao Zhao still failed to ease, but she knew that Xiao Zhao's heart was like she was in that fool, so she wanted to find an ally who recognized her.

Xiao Zhao replied without hearing the reply. She turned around and found that Xiao Zhao, who had been staring at the Holy Fire Order after getting on the boat, was still looking at the broken signs, and asked in confusion: "Xiao Zhao, do you still understand the distorted Persian words above?"

Now Xiao Zhao finally woke up and said subconsciously: "Those runes seem to be a martial art."

"Martial Arts? Xiao Zhao, can you really understand Persian words?" Zhang Wuji asked in surprise.

Xiao Zhao covered her mouth and didn't know how to answer. She had already deceived the leader in the secret passage of the Ming Cult. If she cheated again, it would seem unfaithful. But if she admitted it, how should she explain when she learned Persian words, and...

Just when Xiao Zhao was in a dilemma, Dai Qisi looked at her softly, sighed and said, "I'll just say it."

...

Since Dai Qisi showed her true face, she no longer wanted to hide her relationship with Xiao Zhao. While speaking, there was a scene of reuniting mother and daughter on the boat, which was touched that Princess Zhao, who had always felt her cold-blooded heart, was crying.

However, it was inevitably involved in the reason why Dai Qisi sneaked into the Ming Cult. Then Zhang Wuji also guessed why Xiao Zhao knew the secret thoughts of the Ming Cult and the reason why he let the "Great Movement of the Universe" recorded in the parchment scroll show his appearance.

Seeing Xiao Zhao's apologetic gaze, he was in a Microsoft mood and looked at the young master who was talking to the woman in yellow. He wanted to change the topic at this time and said, "My master, the three envoys of Fengyueyun came suddenly, and the secret of the sword has not been revealed yet."

Ye Qi was a human being in his two lives, so how could he not know Zhang Wuji’s thoughts? He smiled and said, “It really happened suddenly, but I forgot about this.”

With his words, everyone looked at him, and the secret of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying that had plagued the world for decades was enough to make people move under any circumstances.

Ye Qi took the sword in his hand and sawed each other seven inches. Although the speed was not fast, after the sword sawed each other more than a dozen times, countless sparks appeared.

After about one stick of incense, only two "clang" sounds were heard, and the sharp and tough dragon-slaying spirit broke from seven inches.
Chapter completed!
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