Pei Lun's figure froze.
Brush it!
The disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect instantly broke into a cold sweat. After all, within the sect, Pei Lun was extremely famous, firstly because of his weird long sword called Jiantun, and secondly...because of the opponent's eyes.
Can't say small.
All I can say is that it has never been opened.
Exactly!
This is what Pei Lun is most taboo about!
"This damn fat man."
Slowly turning around, he squinted at the fat man inside the golden-armored giant, and said with a smile: "What do you want from me?"
Fatty: "?"
"Brother...disciple, please resign!"
The disciple was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and he no longer dared to stop in the field. He wiped his sweat and ran away without a trace.
Perun's third characteristic.
The mouth is very, very poisonous!
But...the word "fatty" is also the Achilles' heel of Fu Yulin, the king of heaven!
"Fat Master is with you..."
Bang!
Before the fat man could finish his words, Pei Lun swayed and suddenly landed in front of him. He raised his hand, and a faint sword light suddenly appeared, blasting him away!
What a coincidence.
It happened to hit the battle group in the distance, causing everyone to get into a mess and curse continuously.
"Boy!"
Old Wei glared at Pei Lun: "Are you looking for trouble?"
"Ah."
Pei Lun chuckled and said, "After all these years, my brain still hasn't grown up."
Old Wei: "?"
"You dare to hurt my son?"
Dong Dahai looked unkind: "Have you asked me as a father?"
"You've been raped."
Pei Lun opened his mouth and came.
Dong Daqiang: "?"
"Woof!"
"Woo!"
"It's too much! If it were me, Ashu, I wouldn't be able to bear it!"
"..."
One Dog One Ball One Tree can't stand listening anymore.
When Pei Lun spoke, he slapped someone in the face and exposed his shortcomings. His main theme was to stab someone in the heart, to stab him to death!
"A native dog."
"A loser."
"A coward."
Pei Lun said quietly: "The future of Xuantian Sword Sect is really worrying."
One dog, one ball, one tree: "?"
"You can't say that."
Even Lao Sun couldn't stand listening anymore and became a peacemaker: "None of us have experienced life and death with Jian Shou back then..."
"so."
Pei Lun said seriously: "Without the support of the sword head, you can only be regarded as a true grandson."
Lao Sun: "?"
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, so quiet that everyone realized something was wrong!
"Fuck him!!"
Looking at each other, the people who had previously refused to give in to each other became angry with the same enemy for the first time. They swarmed up and surrounded Pei Lun!
boom!
Boom!
The war started again, and the movement was much stronger than before!
"metropolitan!"
Behind Yuan Zhengyang, the unknown old swordsman felt the vibration of the world and couldn't laugh or cry.
"Should... please persuade them?"
Yuan Zhengyang did not persuade him.
"Let them fight."
He sighed and said quietly: "After so many years, it's time for them to vent their anger."
anger?
Old Jianxiu was startled.
"Junior brother is gone."
Yuan Zhengyang continued: "Although they didn't say it, I know that they all had a fire in their hearts. Before, the war was over and the sect needed to recuperate, so they tolerated it, but now... let them make trouble.
It’s okay to make a scene.”
The old swordsman was silent.
Only then did he realize that it wasn't that everyone was really fooling around like this, but that everyone was angry because of Gu Han's incident, and now they were just looking for a reason to vent their anger.
after all……
Gu Han's passing is an eternal pain in almost everyone's heart.
He is also included.
"Can……"
Glancing into the distance, he sighed: "If we continue fighting like this, the sect may be gone."
"rest assured."
Yuan Zhengyang remained unmoved and just glanced towards the valley where the sword monument was located.
"If it goes too far."
"He took action to suppress it."
…
The back mountain of Jianzong.
In a deep and secluded valley, the Xuantian Sword Monument still stands quietly deep in the valley. It is surrounded by moss. On the monument, a sword mark runs diagonally through it. Although it has lost the slightest power, it is also gone.
There is no charm at all, but this sword mark itself is enough for countless swordsmen to learn about it for a lifetime.
now.
A girl in a white dress who was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful appearance and an azure sword in her arms stood in front of the sword monument, carefully comprehending everything about this sword mark.
To be continued...