The boy was wearing a simple coarse linen, but he had reached the peak of sword cultivator's success.

At such an age, he has such a realm. Even the younger generation in this Demon Suppressing City is considered a genius.

But looking at his breath and sword energy, he practiced the sword technique of Jiange. In addition to the uncle he mentioned earlier, this child should be one of the two dead sword cultivators in the Breaking Air Realm.

In other words, this person is also considered a disciple of Jiange.

So Lu Chen naturally could not fight anything with him, so he went directly over him and walked towards the huge city under the slope ahead.

Seeing this scene, the young man's face was dull, and then he followed Lu Chen unwillingly.

"Uncle Master...you are just a fight with me if you are a first time."

"To be honest, I am a man who will become a great sword immortal in the holy realm in the future. Uncle Master doesn't have to worry about losing face to me. You should know that Yuan Sanjian is also a famous genius in this Demon-Suppressing City. It is not embarrassing to lose to me."

Lu Chen ignored the deaf ears and walked straight along the aisle.

In terms of seniority, the two sword cultivators in the Breaking the Celestial Realm should be considered as junior brothers of the head sect, and he is a second-generation disciple of the Jiange, so the junior’s seniority mentioned is not correct.

But Lu Chen didn't care about such things and was too lazy to refute them.

On the way, I saw another man looking at him, who was a pale man with a playful smile on his lips.

He stood above the city wall and quipped condescendingly: "Two old wastes from the Breaking Air Realm died in Jiange, but someone dared to come. I heard that it was the descendant of Jiange, which is really interesting."

Yuan Sanjian's face suddenly became gloomy.

Lu Chen asked, "Who is he?"

Yuan Sanjian held his hands tightly and whispered: "Man Qi, the third son of the Man family in the city, Wu Husband, this guy has a grudge against us, bastard, my master obviously died to save others, but he still slandered us in the city. If he hadn't been able to beat him, I would have done him!"

Lu Chen said oh, withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward.

After such a disruption, the boy did not have the intention to take the initiative to compete and took Lu Chen to an alley in the city.

The disciples of the Seven Holy Land all have exclusive locations in the Demon Suppressing City that are similar to the Tang Dynasty Post Station.

Jiange is a separate house with a word on the plaque engraved with swords, while the other half seems to have been cut off by something.

There was a weak little girl standing in front of the door. Looking at Lu Chen, a hint of awe appeared on her pink little face.

Yuan Sanjian said carelessly: "She is Xiaoqiuer, she is an orphan like me. She was adopted by my master. She is talented and can be a little bit better than me, but her level is not as high as mine."

Xiaoqiuer was so shy that she didn't dare to speak.

And hear this.

Lu Chen glanced at the little girl with a little surprise.

He could see Yuan Sanjian's temperament clearly at a glance.

When he said such words directly, it proved that the little girl was indeed very powerful.

Lu Chen took a few more glances, and his calm eyes made the little girl almost unable to raise her head. She pinched the corner of her clothes with both hands, looking very nervous.

Just as the little girl was about to cry, Lu Chen withdrew his gaze.

"very nice."

Lu Chen showed a smile and rubbed the girl's head.

Yuan Sanjian said curiously: "Where are me?"

Lu Chen ignored him and walked into the house.

This house is not small, but it can be seen that it is not good, whether it is the gray marks on the walls or the cracks on the ground.

Lu Chen actually didn't care about these things and asked, "You two are here?"

Xiaoqiuer misunderstood Lu Chen's meaning, his eyes were dim, and he whispered: "I used to have a house, but after the master and uncle died, they were snatched away by the people of the Man family."

Any resources in the Demon Suppressing City are scarce, and Jiange is supported by two sword cultivators from the Breaking Air Realm here. After their death, only two children will be left, and natural resources will be reduced.

I think if I hadn't been thinking about the name of Jiange, even this house would have been deprived of it.

only....

It's the barbarian family again.

Lu Chen thought slightly.

After resting in the yard for a while, feeling the suppression of the sky here, he opened his eyes again.

Yuan Sanjian and Xiaoqiuer knelt respectfully on the ground.

Lu Chen asked, "What are you doing?"

Yuan Sanjian said seriously: "When the uncle teaches us sword skills! Before the master died, he said that the uncle from Jiange would come to teach us sword skills."

Without the sword technique, the realm can be raised so quickly. It is indeed very good and has the value of cultivation.

Lu Chen was silent for a while.

He didn't expect that the first thing he did when he came here was to learn swordsmanship with two disciples who could be considered Jiange.

This is completely different from what he expected.

But looking at the hopeful gazes of the two, they threw an ancient book in the space ring over.

It was the Nine-State Sword Book he sold at the auction house.

Yuan Sanjian's eyes lit up, and he was interrupted just as he wanted to take them.

Lu Chen said, "There is a letter to a practitioner named Yindun in the city, and go now."

"Young master's body is dead, alas..." Yuan Sanjian sighed, but obviously he had done these things a lot. He ran away from the yard without hesitation with the letter.

Xiao Qiuer stood there alone, staring at the sword score in Lu Chen's hand with wide eyes.

Lu Chen shook his head and said, "If you don't learn this, I will teach you another sword."

Xiaoqiuer asked, "What?"

Lu Chen said: "Three Thousand Worlds."

.........

After all, the nine styles of Sword Immortal are mainly based on sword intent, and they cannot be considered the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

This is what Xiaomiao Village said back then, Lu Chen did not deny it.

But in the end, there is still sword technique that is more suitable for this little girl.

For example, the Three Thousand Worlds of the Seventh Style.

The little girl murmured: "Three Thousand Worlds?"

“Yes, three thousand worlds.”

Lu Chen picked up a pen and some thick yellow paper from the room and began to draw.

After half an hour, Lu Chen put down his brush and handed the sword pose he had just finished to the little girl, saying, "Dry it and save it."

The little girl was like a treasure, holding it tightly in her arms, as if she liked the name very much.

After a while, watching Lu Chen standing in the yard, she asked, "Does Uncle Master need to go into the house to rest?"

Lu Chen shook his head.

Xiaoqiuer said depressedly: "Does Uncle Master think this place is too small?"

Lu Chen looked at it, nodded, and said, "It's a little small."

At this time, Yuan Sanjian ran back from outside the door panting, his eyes bright, and he said loudly: "The house used to be not small! It's big!"

Lu Chen's expression was calm.

He naturally knew what he meant, and just asked, "You want to go back?"

Yuan Sanjian grinned and said, "It is only in a big house that is so elegant that I can live in a big sword immortal style in the future."

Xiaoqiuer nodded subconsciously and whispered: "There is sunshine there, it's not cold to practice swords."

Hearing this, Lu Chen nodded.

"Then grab it back."
Chapter completed!