Wu Jian slightly bounced the tea in the cup, and a water droplet began to pop out, just in time to meet that sword energy!

Nothing shocking happened. The water droplets touched the sword energy, and in an instant, the fragile water droplets blocked the sword energy. Looking carefully, there was a faint flow of internal force on the outer edge of the water droplets!

The Sword Saint was shocked and said in shock: "You have clearly put down the sword in your hand, how could you reach this level?"

Wu Jian lowered his head slightly and said, "Sit down and have a cup of tea."

The Sword Saint didn't say much at this time, and walked over and sat down.

Fang Lin was shocked at this moment. What's going on! Too strong!

The Sword Saint drank the tea in one sip and said, "Your sword has been given to Jian Chen. At this moment, you no longer have a hero sword. How can you do it? How can you not retreat but advance instead!"

Hero Sword, Jian Chen, Wu Jian? Fang Lin was shocked. A person appeared in his mind. The man was wearing a blue and blue cloth, so powerful!

"Man is a sword!" Fang Lin couldn't help but say.

After hearing this, the sword saint looked even more surprised! He did not use a sword, he could emit sword energy, but he did not reach this level, he himself was just a sword!

"Man is a sword, man is a sword! Three flowers gather together, you are already the three flowers gather together!"

The Sword Saint couldn't help it. Every time he competed with Wu Jian, he lost! When he was young, he showed his sharpness, and Wu Jian was the same, but he never won!

"Not yet. Three Flowers, I only took two of them." Wu Jian poured himself a cup of tea, as if he was just chatting with his family, but what he said was so amazing! He stepped into the realm of the Three Flowers gathering with one foot! Isn't that saying that this person has the strength second only to God! This is too terrifying!

"Without the heroic sword, I turned into a sword himself..." The sword saint kept murmuring, and soon, he sighed dejectedly and stopped talking.

"I'm not as good as you." The Sword Saint sighed.

At this time, a handsome man in white clothes walked out of the bamboo house, holding some simple pastries in his hand. He bowed slightly to the Sword Saint and said, "Senior Sword Saint."

The Sword Saint nodded casually, but he was still immersed in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, he glanced at the man and said, "Jianchen, the early stage of innateness, is not bad. Not bad."

After saying that, he glanced at Fang Lin again, and whispered to the sky: "Wu Jian, I can't be your opponent, but my disciples will definitely surpass you!"

The Sword Saint looked at Fang Lin and said in a deep voice: "You must worship me as your teacher. Your talent is definitely higher than Jian Chen! You can even surpass Wu Jian!"

"Jianchen, come and compete with him!" The Sword Saint looked at Jianchen and said.

Jian Chen had a little embarrassed face. Wu Jian nodded. Jian Chen had no worries and took out a long sword from the bamboo house.

The scabbard is very ordinary and there is nothing surprising. However, as soon as the sword is pulled out, it shines everywhere. It is a kind of righteous light. I just feel that this long sword is full of a mighty aura! Heroic sword! Fang Lin takes out the peerless sword behind it. The black sword body forms a distinctive response to it.

Fang Lin bowed slightly and said, "I offended!"

In fact, Fang Lin didn't want to fight, but after these two senior experts said that he had to fight. Moreover, Fang Lin had never feared the battle!

Jian Chen stepped forward, and Fang Lin also moved. With this movement alone, Wu Jian shook his head. He knew that Jian Chen would be defeated! Jian Chen was not a swordsman, Fang Lin could clearly feel this, but Jian Chen's sword technique was very clever! Ten thousand swords returned to the sect! It was very powerful! It seemed like there were thousands of swords that hit him! And Fang Lin clearly felt that the peerless sword in his hand seemed to be restrained by this sword technique!

However, Fang Lin is already a great success in the swordsmanship at this moment! You can see Jian Chen’s flaws at a glance!

Fang Lin turned sideways slightly and hit Jian Chen's palm with the hilt of the sword. The heroic sword immediately landed on the ground.

Fang Lin put his sword across! Jian Chen, defeated!

The Sword Saint laughed a few times and said, "A sword bone is full of great talent, how about it, it's not bad!"

Wu Jian nodded slightly, but his eyes looked at Fang Lin seemed a little strange. Fang Lin bowed to Jian Chen and said, "I'll give in."

Jian Chen was free and easy, and he didn't care even if he lost. This made Fang Lin feel a little more favorable to him.

Jian Chen also bowed his hand slightly, and then began to pour tea, as if nothing had happened.

"Wujian, you tell me, is his talent higher than you and me?"

Wu Jian turned the teacup in his hand and nodded slightly.

Fang Lin stood aside, feeling particularly uncomfortable.

Wu Jian raised his head, stared at Fang Lin, and said, "Where is your sword?"

Fang Lin was confused. The sword saint was about to say something, but his face became strange. Wu Jian pointed to the peerless sword in Fang Lin's hand and said slightly: "Sword is a good sword, but not your sword."

The sword saint looked weird and said, "Boy, are you Dugu Wen, the most genius descendant of that sword demon?"

"Impossible." He then overturned his original point of view. Wu Jian pointed to the peerless sword in Fang Lin's hand and said slightly: "Sword is a good sword, but not your sword."

The sword saint looked weird and said, "Boy, are you Dugu Wen, the most genius descendant of that sword demon?"

"Impossible." He then overturned his original view.

Then, he spoke, "If not, why would there be the charm of Dugu Nine Swords?"

"And, in addition to this, there seems to be a sense of firmness and pure power, which is so strange, and there is a hint of yin softness!"

Wu Jian drank all the tea in the cup, and his handsome face became light and elegant, but Fang Lin's face was different. His face was a little wrong.

It was actually seen that Dugu Jiujian, Chunyang Sword and Rujingle Sword!

He is worthy of being the master of two swordsmanship! "Boy, you are a swordsman, absolutely, I feel, where is your sword?" The Sword Saint seemed very excited and confused.

Wu Jian said lightly: "The sword in your hand is still a sword, not your soul."

A trace of light flashed in his casual eyes and said, "You have a good sword in your hand, but not the sword in your heart. Where is your sword?" Fang Lin smiled bitterly. The sword in my heart was naturally Zhan Lu. Unexpectedly, he thought he was disguised well, but he was easily seen through.

How to hide your identity?

"If I remember correctly, someone used the Dugu Nine Swords some time ago!"

The sword saint's eyes shone, and his pale face was a little excited, as if he had seen a treasure.

Fang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

"Zhang Sanfeng, this is not your sword."

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