In the dark room, the lights were bright, and in the center sat a very kind old man with a white beard.
Sang Luo always felt that this old man was a bit weird, not the same as the previous Master Yaochi.
As soon as he saw the three of them, the old man waved enthusiastically.
"Quick, come here."
Sang Luo subconsciously blocked Song Qingyun behind her, while Chu Yanshu blocked in front of her, looking at the white-bearded old man in front of her with an indifferent expression.
Sang Luo was slightly stunned when he saw Chu Yanshu's movements, and then pulled him back.
Has this Goubi forgotten that he is a weakling?
Song Qingyun popped up from behind Sang Luo, holding the Chongming sword and complaining,
"You look like a bad old man who abducts children."
The old man with the white beard was stunned for a moment, then smiled more kindly,
"My child, you are mistaken."
Song Qingyun looked at him and blinked with his big eyes.
"Could it be that you are..."
"Yes, I am..."
The white-bearded old man looked forward to Song Qingyun’s words——
"The story book talks about the villainous boss who was unwilling to disappear after his death and was waiting for the young knights to come and try to seize his body!"
Song Qingyun spat out these words in one breath, and the white-bearded old man almost fell off the high platform in fright.
Sang Luo looked at this funny old man, a little doubtful of his identity.
The old man got up from the ground and shouted at Song Qingyun,
"I'm not a villain!"
"I am the Broken Wind Sword Master who died three thousand years ago!"
Song Qingyun blinked a few times,
"Sword Lord"
The Broken Wind Sword Master raised his chin,
"Ignorant child, come forward quickly and let me see your bones!"
Song Qingyun glanced at him with a strange look on his face,
"Why are you looking at my bones?"
The more he talks about it, the more he sounds like someone trying to steal his body!
The Po Feng Sword Master in front of him touched his beard and said,
"Of course, let me see your bones and accept my inheritance!"
Song Qingyun paused, thought for a moment, and then asked him seriously,
"Can you beat three against one?"
The cloaked sword master was stunned for a moment, what is this kid talking about?
Song Qingyun asked again,
"Can you fight three transformation gods when you are in Nascent Soul?"
Po Feng Sword Master looked at Song Qingyun, paused for a long time, and spoke lovingly,
"Child, are you so excited that you start talking nonsense?"
The child must have heard what he said and felt that he was about to receive the inheritance, so he started talking nonsense in excitement!
Song Qingyun rolled his eyes,
"What's so exciting? Grandpa will definitely not be able to do it when he sees you like this!"
The old man with the white beard widened his eyes,
"What did you say?!"
Song Qingyun had a look of contempt on his face. This look made Sang Luo feel that he was possessed by Pei Jingxing, and he was extremely arrogant.
"My master can beat three with one!"
"And my master still fought three transformation gods when he was still in Nascent Soul!"
"Knocked out all the gods!"
"My master is also a swordsman! And his name is nicer than yours!"
"I am gifted with a sword bone. Can anyone be my master?"
Sang Luo felt that something was wrong with Song Qingyun.
There's something wrong with this guy's arrogance lately.
Chu Yanshu tilted his head and said to her,
"Look at the Chongming Sword in his arms."
Sang Luo followed Chu Yanshu's gaze and saw that the sword in Song Qingyun's arms was shining with fiery red light.
Chu Yanshu whispered,
"Chongming Sword Master is a young genius with an upright nature and died a martyrdom for the human race. Naturally, the sword spirit born from his sword also has this kind of arrogance. He looks down on such a low-class soul who lives an ignoble life and calls himself the Sword Master.