On the way out, the third elder looked back at the mountain where the Eighth Elder was. Looking at the person who was chosen to leave and the resources that were constantly moving away, he sighed in his heart: "There are still too many people who have divided it and not enough resources. Now with Lu Ming, this kid, everything becomes very troublesome. After all, only after the merger, he will get more benefits. Now these are far from what he expected. And as long as this kid is there, I am afraid that one day it will be his own trouble. He can't let him continue to torture. He must solve him immediately!"
The third elder looked up at the moonlight behind the dark clouds, frowned, and a vicious light burst out in his eyes. He looked at the ** behind him: "You go back to the mountain by yourself, I have something to deal with."
After saying that, his hunched body disappeared into the night with his hands behind his back. When he left the sect's range, his speed suddenly accelerated. Under the cover of the night, it quietly floated towards the Lingzhen Sword Sect like a stream of black smoke.
After passing several wards skillfully, the third elder appeared in the living room of Ling Zhen Jianmen.
"Hahaha……"
With a burst of arrogant and domineering laughter, a young man with a height of 1.80 meters and a well-proportioned figure walked out. His white face was like a figure, his eyes were bright, and his eyebrows were full of heroism. He was wearing a white long gown and his steps, with a slight sound of wind floating.
"This is a truly genius with the sect leader's aura!" The third elder secretly admired.
While the prince's laughter was really calm, he sat down, crossed his legs and said, "My future deputy sect leader, it's so late, what wind blows you?"
The third elder quickly said, "Young Master, Shangguan Ying's woman invited a master today. Her combat power was Gao Qiang and her wrist was so cruel. Two elders had already died at his hands."
"What?" Prince Zhen's face changed, and Jun's face showed ruthlessness and ferociousness, and he said in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on? Explain it clearly."
The third elder curled his lips secretly and said quickly: "That's right. This man's name is Lu Ming. He looks only twenty years old. He is at the level of the Four-Strike Sword Master. He was invited by Shangguan Ying this morning to come to the sect and became the first guest minister with his powerful skills...... In this day, too many people have died at his hands, and directly changed the current situation of the Zhentian Sword Sect. At least two elders have expressed their sincerity to Shangguan Ying due to this kid's skills."
Pa! When the prince heard about this incident, he was furious. He jumped up and slapped the table in front of him with a palm. The handsome face with a ferocious look was completely distorted at this moment. He looked at the direction of the Zhentian Sword Sect with fierce eyes and said angrily: "Shangguan Ying! My prince really wants to marry you and give you time to prepare. Do you dare to ask someone to help? You are so sorry for my heart!"
The third elder quickly echoed: "Yes, Shangguan Ying really let down the young sect leader's heart. It's simply shameless. What a wonderful thing it would be to merge the two factions..."
"Shut up! A bunch of useless things!" The prince really wanted to slap the table hard again, but there was no more slap. He turned his head and glared at the third elder: "I'll give you a lot of money, but you can't even do this? What do I want you to do!"
Looking at the speechless third elder, the prince snorted fiercely and said, "Since that's the case, then let's set out tomorrow. I will teach this arrogant boy a lesson with my own hands, and then forcefully marry the woman back and make everything a break!"
"But the young master, that kid is really strong."
Seeing the third elder's face full of worries, the prince snorted disdainfully: "He is strong? I am stronger! That kid is just at the level of the Four-Strike Sword Master. No matter how strong he is, he can be stronger than me, the three-Strike Sword Master? Isn't it because you are too useless? I have a sword talent and have seven or eight masters at the level of the Senior Sword Master. Even if I don't do it myself, my subordinates can kill that kid in one go!"
Looking at the firm and conceited Prince Zhen, the third elder couldn't say anything else. That would only prove that he was really too useless. However, the young leader of Prince Zhen is indeed very powerful, and there is no doubt in this area.
"Then I will say goodbye first. Tomorrow morning, I will be waiting for good news from the young master of the sect."
"Well, go." Prince Zhen waved his hand indifferently, "Wait, if you have time, you can go and inquire about what good things Shangguan Ying brought back in Jinghu swamp, so that I will know more in my heart at that time."
"Yes." The third elder stood up and bowed, slowly retreated out of the door, and his figure disappeared into the night again.
At this moment, in the Star Sword Villa, Lu Ming not only solved Shangguan Ying’s doubts about the fantasy sword, but also felt that she was talented and had a slow speed, so he taught her a small part of the fantasy sword technique again.
Shangguan Ying knew that Lu Ming's approach was quite cautious, but now he could not imagine the same thing as him when fighting, because in the battle, he was completely cruel to kill, just like in this not too strong body, there was a fierce tyrannosaurus hidden secretly. If it didn't explode, it would be impossible to break out, and no one could resist it.
"There is nothing good in your sect passed down?" Lu Ming looked at Shangguan Ying and asked directly.
Shangguan Ying nodded and said, "There is a legend, but it has never been found. After all, the scope of the Sword Sect is too large. Even if you launch all the ** and find a needle, it will be like finding a needle in the seabed, and there is basically no hope."
Lu Ming smiled indifferently and said, "I'm afraid, I know where this is."
"Do you know?" Shangguan Ying was stunned at first, looking at the faint smile on Lu Ming's face. She could feel that his smile was not self-confidence, but it was completely beyond self-confidence and was in control.
Lu Ming, who knew that Lu Ming would never be aimless, was overjoyed and said, "If you can find the treasure, you can pick it out as long as you want and belong to you."
"Okay." Lu Ming was not polite, and nodded directly.
Shangguan Ying also nodded heavily. After all, everyone uses swords, so naturally they all know the important surname of the treasure. After all, if it were not for Lu Ming, he would have only known a legend.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently again. This woman is quite bright in front of the treasure of the Sword Sect. It is very rare to be stingy. After all, no matter what, this is someone else's treasure.
The next moment, Lu Ming activated the sword scar, and the sword scar's power began to spread outward halfway up the mountain, and he began to investigate step by step.
As Lu Ming expected, the place where it could attract the power of sword marks was still the very ancient building. It seemed that the treasure of this sword sect was only there.
Shangguan Ying saw Lu Ming walking forward step by step, so she naturally walked away. However, when Lu Ming stopped, Shangguan Ying suddenly realized that the building in front of her was actually the Xixin Pavilion!
Seeing Shangguan Ying's look of shock, Lu Ming asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Shangguan Ying frowned with a pair of thin eyebrows and said, "Xixin Pavilion, once was the place where every sword sect thought that he had done something he shouldn't have done. But this place has been abandoned for decades, and no one will come here again because...haunted inside!"
"Haunted?" Lu Ming raised his eyebrows.
"That's right, no matter who comes in, you will see many things that you can't dream of, including terrifying, bloody, and timid people will even be scared to go crazy. Even if the two masters of the Sword Sect once entered it, when they came out, the sword realm fell to the sword realm and then died lonely." Shangguan Ying said with lingering fear.
Lu Ming didn't expect that there was such a legend here in the Sword Sect: "When did it start? Have you ever been in?"
"Although I don't know when it started, I haven't stopped yet. But I really haven't been in."
Seeing two red clouds rising from her face, Lu Ming knew she was embarrassed, but there was really nothing haunted here. Even if it was haunted by people, it was all due to the sword intention.
Yes, it is the sword intent. Lu Ming was completely sure, because through the sword marks, he could see a large number of powerful sword intents staying here, clusters, unlimited by obstacles such as walls, and walking like ghosts. It was precisely because of these sword intents that he could confirm that there were treasures here, because these sword intents were no less than the existence of the sword saint strongman.
As for the swordsmen who came in and were scared crazy when they came in, Lu Ming did not doubt that many swordsmen could not sense the existence of sword intent, so they attributed the unexplained things they saw to haunted. Moreover, the powerful sword intent could easily change the will of weak swordsmen. If their will is not strong, they would end up crazy. Someone insisted on it, but because they could not figure out the suspicion in their hearts, they eventually ended up in a heart-wrenching and depressed.
Lu Ming is standing here now, carefully savoring these sword intents, and discovering that in his strong will, in the deepest part, he found that these sword intents really wanted to change something, but he was helpless, just like a person standing in the cross lost path, trying to find the right path, but unable to express it accurately.
What was inside? Lu Ming slowly pushed open the door of Xixin Pavilion with questions.
Although Shangguan Ying was worried, he could only follow him because he never made any rash efforts when he did things. This was confirmed by Jinghu Swamp. But suddenly he found that the dust falling from the door when he opened the door suddenly stopped and stopped in the air when it was about to fall on him. Then he was dispersed to the side by an invisible but irresistible force. Just in the dust flying, he was spotless. What kind of power is this? How could he control it so subtle? (To be continued.)