However, Zhang Junbao was looking around and seemed not to find Liu Hao in the crowd. He whispered: "Tianbao, it seems that Senior Sword God is not here."
"Senior Sword God Shenlong has seen his head but not his tail. We cannot predict his actions. We should enter the sword pool first to see if there are any treasures in this Sword Villa..."
Amidst the admiring and blazing eyes of everyone, Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao followed the servants of Mingjian Villa and walked towards the depths of the villa.
The two living treasures were also secretly frightened. This Sword Villa was equipped with many exquisite mechanisms and sword formations, and it could be said that it was killing people at every step.
If ordinary people had ulterior motives and sneaked into Mingjian Villa, they would most likely be strangled.
"Our village owner is true to his word. After breaking the Eight Famous Sword Styles, you can go to the Sword Pond to freely choose the divine sword, or you can read the sword manual in the Sword Pond. Please help yourself."
The worshiper from Mingjian Villa who was leading the way was obviously somewhat hostile to Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao. After a few words of explanation, he threw down two waist badges and retreated.
"Ahead is the sword pool of Famous Sword Villa."
Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao looked at the plaque in front of them and felt a little excited.
The number one holy land in the Central Plains martial arts world was right in front of them.
The two took a deep breath to calm down their excitement, opened the vermilion door, and stepped inside.
In front of you is a road forged from lapis lazuli, which refracts sunlight and sparkles with green clouds. When you step on it, you feel like you are walking on the stars, and your mind becomes calm and peaceful unconsciously.
After the two of them stepped onto this lapis lazuli avenue, they completely forgot themselves. There was a feeling of fragments of time passing by and the spatial levels being disordered. The body and spirit seemed to be separated and peeled off individually. This was a strange experience.
It felt like a lifetime had passed, and it seemed like it had just started, and it had already reached the end of the road. Unconsciously, it stopped. Zhang Junbao suddenly woke up and tugged on the corner of Dong Tianbao's clothes next to him.
The two of them opened their eyes wide and looked at the magnificent scene in front of them in disbelief.
Wherever you look, there is a pool full of ancient swords in front of you.
There is no water in this wide pool, but countless ancient swords naturally emit bright, almost liquid divine light, flowing and gathering like Wang Yang.
"Jun Bao, am I dreaming?"
Dong Tianbao exhaled a deep breath. The most intuitive feeling was that the sword pool in this Sword Villa was not an ancient sword, but a living creature.
"Senior, why are you here!?"
Zhang Junbao, on the other hand, exclaimed in surprise, looking at the middle of the distant sword pool, there was a graceful figure like a god, standing there.
The two living treasures were instantly relieved.
With Liu Hao's methods, it can be said that he can go anywhere in the sky and on the earth, and the forbidden area of Shaolin Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is also as smooth as walking on the ground.
The Sword Pond of the Sword Villa is as holy a place to ordinary warriors, but to Liu Hao, it is just a leisurely stroll.
At this time, opposite Liu Hao, there was an old man with gray hair and white eyebrows. He was wearing a snow-white gown and was sitting in a wheelchair. He seemed to have difficulty moving.
But Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao did not dare to underestimate them.
Because this old man is most likely Yi Yun, the old owner of Mingjian Villa.
In the past, this old man wielded a sword and swept across the north and south. He was invincible and almost became a myth. According to legend, he was so famous that he could be called the number one martial artist in the Central Plains.
When he became famous, the two were not even born.
"It's the two of you who broke the Eight Famous Sword Styles... Not bad, very good."
The old owner Yi Yun also sensed the arrival of two uninvited guests in the sword pond. He turned around, looked at Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao with admiration in his eyes, and asked: "The Meng Yuan Tatars have become more and more noisy in recent years.
You are crazy and frequently cross the border. The Central Plains martial arts world needs young people like you to have hope."
Being praised by such a famous figure in the world, Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao felt a little embarrassed, and said calmly: "The Eight Famous Sword Styles are also rare swordsmanship skills in the world. If it weren't for the guidance of our seniors, we would never be the opponents of the Young Master."
"Jifeng has been on a smooth journey since he was born. He has never encountered any setbacks. It is a good thing that he suffered this defeat."
The old owner of the village, Yi Yun, laughed and said, not caring about Yi Jifeng's defeat at all: "What do you want? Money? Secret books? Or magic weapons?"
"Everything you want can be found in the sword pool of Mingjian Villa."
Zhang Junbao cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Senior, we two brothers, thanks to the great love of our senior, teach us swordsmanship, a sword debate with Mr. Yi is enough. We don't dare to ask for anything else."
"Are you sure?"
"What I have in my heart is nothing to ask for."
Zhang Junbao bowed and saluted.
There was something strange in Yi Yun's eyes. He pondered for a while and then sighed: "Well, you have to be taught this sword technique by an expert. It is more powerful than the Eight Famous Sword Techniques. Which other sword technique in the pool of swords is there?"
The swordsmanship can be seen clearly. I have lived for so long and have never met such an amazing person."
The amazingly talented person he talked about was currently in front of him, leisurely browsing the inscriptions in the sword pond.
Countless sword manuals are engraved on these stone tablets, which record the unique swordsmanship of those deceased swordsmen.
Liu Hao said calmly: "There are still many magical skills in the sword pool. You can explore and try them. There is no harm in it."
"Yes, senior."
Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, two living treasures, listened to Liu Hao's words and stepped into the sword pool together and wandered in it.
"Old owner, what happened to your legs and feet?"
"My legs were destroyed after encountering the most powerful enemy I have ever seen in my life."
The old owner Yi Yun looked at his legs with lonely eyes.
Liu Hao also used the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon Eye and took a look.
As expected, the injury was absolutely devastating, and the endless aura of destruction still remained in the legs of the old village owner Yi Yun.
When his flesh and blood were resurrected, they would be devoured in an instant and become dry and rotten. Yi Yun's Tao Xuan skill could only barely resist this destructive aura from attacking his lungs along his meridians.
Since the Seven Days and Nights, this world has been invaded by a strange energy. The heaven and earth have undergone changes, and spiritual energy has increased dramatically.
But the Golden Immortal Avenue in this world has not been passed down and is still blank.
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