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Chapter 42 Three years

Chapter 42 Three years

Spring passes and autumn comes, time passes slowly.

Three years have passed since the flowers, plants and trees on Jianlan Mountain withered, bloomed again, bloomed, and withered again.

Somewhere in Jianlan Mountain, the originally thin figure had grown up completely. Although Hai Tian still had a touch of childishness on his face, no one in the Jianlan Sect dared to look down upon the young man in front of him.

In the past three years, Hai Tian was like a god of death, fighting constantly. However, Hai Tian also took this opportunity to quietly search the entire Jianlan Mountain, but no trace of his family was found. Now he has believed it.

What Tanzania said originally was that his family was not in Tanzania's hands.

After knowing the truth, Hai Tian no longer attacked the swordsman-level disciples, but instead turned to the swordsman-level disciples. After this period of killing, the swordsman-level disciples were already too frightened to leave alone.

It is becoming more and more difficult for him to fight. Secondly, because his family is no longer in the opponent's hands, Hai Tian cannot kill again.

But Haitian didn't just leave. The Jianlan Sect had become his training ground. With so many masters sparring with him, what else could he be dissatisfied with?

For the past three years, Hai Tian has been living in fighting, recovery, and training every day. He has trained from a one-star swordsman to a six-star swordsman today. Compared with him in the previous life, it has been much faster.

If Hai Tian hadn't been harassing the Jianlan Sect and devoted himself to training, maybe Hai Tian would have been able to break through and become a sword master at this moment.

Haitian's life in the past three years has been comfortable, but for Jianlan Sect and Tanzanian, it has been a completely miserable life.

Relying on the Breath Condensation Technique and the Five Elements Escape Technique, no one in the Jianlan Sect, not even Tanzan, can discover or capture Hai Tian. The huge Jianlan Mountain allows Hai Tian to come and go freely.

As time went by, Tanzan also discovered that Haitian no longer attacked the swordsman-level disciples, but instead attacked those swordsman-level disciples, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Swordsman-level disciples are the future of Jianlan Sect and their hope. If they are all killed by Hai Tian, ​​then Jianlan Sect will be almost doomed.

In order to completely eliminate Hai Tian, ​​Tanzan ordered his disciples of sword master level and above to divide into many groups to search for Hai Tian on Jianlan Mountain. Although there were several battles with Hai Tian, ​​once Hai Tian fell into a disadvantage, he immediately disappeared, which made them painstaking.

The layout plan failed again and again.

Tanzan was so angry that he broke the last teacup on Jianlan Mountain.

"Bang!" The green and white ceramic tea cup fell hard to the ground, making a crisp sound. There were several clear marks on the clean marble floor.

"Trash! They're all trash! Three years! It's been three years, and I haven't even caught a little Hai Tian. Instead, I've let this matter spread outside, and our Jianlan Sect has been completely disgraced by you.

Got it!" Tanzan shouted angrily. In the past three years, he had not had a good night's sleep and often had nightmares.

The dreamer was none other than Hai Tian.

The second-generation disciples of the Jianlan Sect in the main hall were all too scared to speak. Like Tanzan, they had also lived a very uncomfortable life in the past three years. If they had not been strong-willed, they would have gone crazy.

As the saying goes, good things never go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

In just the second year, the news that Hai Tian single-handedly caused unrest in the Jianlan Sect spread throughout the Wushan Province. Especially those big families and powerful people all regarded the Jianlan Sect as an absolute

It's a joke, no wonder Tanzania is so angry.

"Say! Tell me, what should we do now?" Tanzanian stared at everyone angrily, his beard trembling like an angry lion.

All the disciples looked at each other and lowered their heads. What else could they do? If there was a way, it wouldn't have been delayed until now.

"Master, although I still have nothing to do against Hai Tian, ​​I have gained some clues about your order to search Hai Tian's family." At this moment, Kelu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and said.

These words were like a shot in the arm. Tanzanian's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly: "Tell me, what's the clue?"

"After our two years of investigation, we found that a group of mysterious elements came to the Hai family and a fight broke out. Then this group of mysterious elements took the entire Hai family and left. Their whereabouts are still unknown." Ke Lu reported all the information he had investigated.

Tell it.

"Whereabouts unknown?" Tanzanian's face instantly darkened, and anyone could see that he was in a bad mood.

Kelu nodded and said: "We have not found out their whereabouts yet. But based on the traces left by their battle at that time, we discovered a special sword spiritual power."

"What sword spirit power?" Tanzan immediately asked attentively.

"It is a kind of black sword spiritual power, and it has strong corrosive properties."

"Could it be them?" Tanzan's face changed drastically, and he lowered his head and murmured to himself, "If it is really them, it's no wonder. But why did they take away the Hai family? Strange, really strange."

Although Tanzanian talked to himself in a low voice, everyone present was not a weakling, and Tanzanian heard everything he said.

But they have never heard that sword spiritual power can be corrosive. Looking at the situation in Tanzania, they clearly know something about it. Kelu boldly asked: "Master, have you ever heard of this kind of sword spiritual power?"

?”

"Is this what you should ask? Okay, you don't have to investigate the situation of Haitian's family in the future." Tanzan gave the order seriously, but when he thought of Haitian, he felt a terrible headache, and he couldn't grasp it.

I couldn't find it, it looked like a loach, it was too slippery.

"As for Hai Tian..." Tanzan pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "You should try not to fight with him in the future. If he insists on fighting, you should also be careful not to hurt him."

"Master, what are you..." The disciples in the hall all looked at Tanzanian in horror. No one thought that the leader of the Jianlan Sect, who had been harassed for three years, would actually say such a thing.

Seeing that everyone was dissatisfied, Tanzanian turned livid and said coldly: "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"Yes, Master." Although they didn't understand it, they couldn't go against what Tanzan said.

Soon, everyone left, and Tanzan returned to his apse to continue practicing.

However, none of them noticed that at this time, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground, it was Hai Tian. Whenever Tanzan called the disciples over to reprimand, Hai Tian would rush over to "listen".

He just liked to see Tanzanian angry, but today he heard such news.

"Black sword spiritual power? It also has corrosive properties?" Hai Tian frowned and searched his mind, "Strange, why haven't I heard of the existence of such sword spiritual power? Who are they?

And why did you come to take away my family?"

"I don't know how my father and Xiaoyu are doing?" Hai Tian's face showed deep worry, but then Hai Tian smiled calmly and looked at the back hall not far away, "It seems that this Tanzanian

Maybe you know something."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hai Tian's figure quickly and suddenly disappeared into the hall, and the whole hall returned to its previous calm, as if Hai Tian had never been here.

In the back hall, Tanzan was sitting cross-legged on a futon and practicing, with a faint yellow light emanating from his body.

Suddenly, Hai Tian suddenly emerged from the ground, smiled slightly and said: "Master Tanzanian, long time no see."

As soon as he heard Hai Tian's voice, Tanzanian immediately opened his eyes and glared at Hai Tian with gritted teeth: "You still dare to come out, aren't you afraid that I will imprison you?"

"Imprisonment? Then you have to lock me with your sword sense first. But your sword sense can't detect my existence at all, so how can you imprison me?" Hai Tian didn't care at all, "It's not like I have nothing to do when I come to you.

Huang. I heard everything you said in the main hall just now. Who is the black sword spirit you are talking about?"

"Have you heard it all?" Upon hearing this, Tanzanian's expression immediately changed, and then he sneered, "So what if you heard it? Do you think I will tell you?"

"Don't want to say it? I won't force you." Hai Tian smiled confidently, "I have lived quite comfortably in your Jianlan Mountain for the past three years. I originally planned to leave, but since you are so kind to persuade me to stay, then

I can’t help but give you face. By the way, the opponents I’ve been fighting recently are all swordsman-level masters. It’s too difficult to fight. Next time I’ll find a swordsman to play with.”

Upon hearing these words, Tanzanian's face changed drastically, and he looked at the sea and the sky with a sullen expression. This was a naked threat.

If Hai Tian does not leave, the Jianlan Sect's jokes will not only spread to Wushan Province, but may also spread to the entire Sangma Empire. Not only will they not be able to recruit new disciples, but they will also decline from now on.

Moreover, Hai Tian also wants to kill swordsman-level disciples. With his current strength and the protection of Xuan-level swords, almost no swordsman can withstand Hai Tian's attack.

"Damn it, aren't you afraid that all the Sword King's disciples will attack together? With your attack speed, it's impossible to be faster than a Sword King-level master." Tanzan had a gloomy face, and he wanted to eat Hai Tian.

"Indeed, the Sword King's attack speed is much faster than mine. Before my attack kills a swordsman, I'm afraid the Sword King has already been able to block it. But don't forget, I'm still young. If ten more years pass,

Years, twenty years, will those sword kings under you still be my opponents?" Hai Tian didn't care at all, although the disciples of Jianlan Sect would also make progress.

But he believed that with his training speed, he would definitely be much faster than them. Based on his past experience as a sword god, he would be able to defeat the sword king in less than ten years.

There was deathly silence in the quiet back hall. Tanzanian was so angry that his face was livid, his whole body was shaking, and he was speechless. Haitian just stood like this, looking at Tanzanian on the futon with a smile, as if he was not in a hurry.

After a while, Tanzanian sighed: "Okay, I can tell you. But you have to agree to one condition!"

Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Hai Tian's face.


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