Everyone gathered, the Bagua Sect, the Donghai Gang, and the Jianghu Lottery became suspicious when they saw Yi Tianhang, a stranger, and asked questions one after another. Shangguan Lu explained it again, and then disappeared. The conflict between the two Ran and the Tang Clan, Liu Qingyuan also said Decades of reputation have been guaranteed, and these three people have not investigated it in depth.

It's just that Zhong Huatong, Xing Zongliang and others are not stupid. The Tang clan suffered heavy losses and there was another stranger. After a little thought, it was obvious that there was a connection between the two. Gongsun Zizai didn't care about these things. Jueyi Tianhang's behavior is quite interesting.

Now that they have found the secret passage leading to the next place, this group of people in the world do not want to delay any longer. The passage behind the secret door of the stone chamber on the right is a bit narrow, with no trace of digging. It is purely a naturally formed cave path. , only one person could pass, and people filed in, but they walked very slowly because of the sharp stone walls and uneven roads along the road.

Due to the enmity between the Sanjue Sect and the Donghai Gang, the two groups were far apart. Yi Tianhang wanted to take care of them, so he took the Sanjue Sect and the Juedao Sect along with him. Liu Qingyuan and Ran Yunhan were also happy to return the favor.

The group of people carefully groped forward for about a quarter of an hour. The road became wider and wider. Although it was still rugged and difficult to walk, at least the space for everyone to move was much larger.

Not long after, another stone chamber came into view. Different from the previous two stone chambers and the dome-shaped tomb, this one was an unrenovated natural cave, about five feet square and more than two feet high.

Everyone raised their torches and walked in one after another. At a glance, they saw several stone beds along the right side of the stone wall. One of the stone beds was covered with hay. There was a stone table and four or five stone benches not far from the stone bed. , an extinguished bonfire and stone pot, and dozens of boxes stacked under the wall on the left, indicating that someone actually lives here.

Everyone was about to look around when they heard an old and powerful voice: "I didn't expect that after decades, a living person has come!"

This voice was actually mixed with extremely strong internal energy, and the disciples of all sects present with weak skills were shocked to the point of dizziness!

How could the heroes of the world have thought that there was a hidden master here! They were frightened and hurriedly alerted, who knew whether the other party was good or evil, so be careful.

Shangguan Lu and others followed the sound and saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the stone bed covered with hay. They saw the person slowly sitting up, putting his hands on his knees, looking towards this side and saying calmly: "When we arrived at someone else's house, even Don’t you know any etiquette?”

When Shangguan Lu heard this, he cupped his hands and said, "Shangguan Lu, a disciple of the Qingcheng sect, has met your senior. We barged in rashly and disturbed your senior's peace. I'm here to apologize to you."

After Shangguan Lu finished speaking, he bent down and saluted to show respect.

"Huh? It turns out he's a junior from the Qingcheng sect. Is that kid Mu Zhengkun okay?" the old man asked.

Shangguan Lu didn't expect that this old man turned out to be an old friend of the Qingcheng sect, so he stepped forward and replied: "My mentor has been riding a crane for many years. I dare to ask my senior's name."

"Haha, that's right. Counting the years, it's time for that kid to be buried." The old man's tone was indifferent. He didn't feel any sadness when he heard the news of his old friend's death. He must have stayed in this cave for many years and had already taken life and death lightly.

The old man paused and then continued: "I have been here for decades. I am afraid that I have long been forgotten in this world, but I don't know what those disciples and their descendants are like now..."

The old man seemed to be lost in memories.

Shangguan Lu saw that the old man had made no movement, but he couldn't step forward rashly, so he could only ask softly: "Senior?"

"I am Zhao Wufeng, the master of the Juedao Sect." the old man said.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at the people from Juedaomen. Liu Qingyuan's face was slightly twitching, and he asked suspiciously: "Senior, what evidence do you have?"

"Haha, I'm about to die, so what's there to pretend to be? Are there many benefits to pretending to be Zhao Wufeng?" There was a desolate tone in the old man's laughter.

The old man who called himself Zhao Wufeng saw that Liu Qingyuan didn't believe him, so he immediately said a few words, which seemed to be a kind of martial arts mentality, but it was illogical and difficult for everyone to understand.

When Liu Qingyuan heard the words, he knelt down and saluted: "Liu Qingyuan, the junior student, pays homage to the master!"

Ran Yunhan and the other disciples of the Juedao Sect were stunned for a moment, then they all knelt down and said in unison: "Disciples pay their respects to the master!"

Everyone in the Juedao Sect looked excited. Just when the old man announced his name, there were already disciples who couldn't hold back their excitement. At this moment, Liu Qingyuan personally confirmed that this was the old master who was famous in the world forty years ago. Everyone

The disciples were overjoyed.

It turns out that what Zhao Wufeng just said was the formula for the violent wind sword technique of the Juedao Clan. However, in order to prevent others from stealing it, the formula was confusing and confusing, and others could not understand it. However, everyone in the Juedao Clan could not understand it at all.

How can you not hear it?

"Oh? Haha, good, good, good! There is actually a descendant of my Juedao sect. It seems that God is not in vain. Is my beloved disciple still alive?" The old man Zhao Wufeng asked without hiding his joy.

"My mentor has been dead for more than ten years. When he was dying, he mentioned him many times." Liu Qingyuan felt sad and happy at this time and answered truthfully.

"Zhi'er passed away before me. It's been decades, but it's a pity that he left in such a hurry. My Jue Dao Sect's supreme skill, 'Nine Jue Dao Styles', has not yet been taught to him. Today, I am about to die, but I can still be here."

Meeting you and others is God's will! How could our Jue Dao Sect, which spans across the world, not have the Jue Dao Sect? Without the Jue Dao Sect, would it still be called the Jue Dao Sect?!" Zhao Wufeng became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes flashed with gleams.

"Nine styles of Jue Dao?" Liu Qingyuan racked his brains, but he remembered that when he was young, he heard his master mention that Jue Dao sect is not only a set of martial arts such as the violent wind sword technique, but also a more advanced kung fu.

"Who are the other people?" Zhao Wufeng seemed to have noticed that there were others.

The Bagua Sect, the Sanjue Sect, the Vajra Sect, the Donghai Clan, and the Jianghu Lottery all came forward to report their families.

Zhao Wufeng waved his hand casually after hearing this. After all, when the old man was the leader decades ago, these people were either unborn or just ignorant children. Even the oldest Gongsun Zizai was just an unknown person back then.

Zhao Wufeng glanced at everyone, and his eyes suddenly stopped on Yi Tianhang, or to be precise on the rusty sword in Yi Tianhang's hand.

"Boy, is that sword in your hand something from the tomb?" Zhao Wufeng looked at Yi Tianhang and asked.

Yi Tianhang took a step closer and cupped his hands and replied: "Senior, this sword was indeed found in the tomb. I don't know what the relationship between this sword and my senior is. If it belongs to my senior, I should return it to you."

"No need, this sword is a relic of Brother Xiao back then. Alas, it's a pity that Brother Xiao, a genius, died young and his skills have no one to pass on to him. Since you are destined for this sword, you can keep it, but I don't know if you are worthy of it."

Get this sword!"

Zhao Wufeng changed the phone and continued: "You use a few sword skills. If I can see through it, this sword will be yours. Otherwise, I will keep the sword and I will give it to others. There are many swordsmen here, so I can't let it go."

Brother Xiao’s relics are gathering dust.”

No one expected that Zhao Wufeng, the famous leader of the Jue Sword Sect forty years ago, would be in this ancient tomb. At this time, this martial arts master actually asked Yi Tianhang to perform some sword skills because of a rusty sword.

Tianhang thought about it briefly and then agreed.

Everyone present had different thoughts. Although everyone looked down upon the rusty sword, how could the thing that the old man regarded as a treasure be an ordinary thing?

Shangguan Lu glanced at the heroes in the world and determined that this sword would belong to Yi Tianhang. Zhao Wufeng must recognize the Shangqing sect's secret skill of the Tianshi Four Elephant Sword. Is there any swordsman present whose sword skills can match the Tianshi Four Elephant Sword?

? Unless Shangguan Lu takes action, how can Shangguan Lu fight with the juniors?

When everyone gave way, Yi Tianhang cupped his fists at Zhao Wufeng and said, "This junior is showing his shame."

After Yi Tianhang said this, he swung his sword and started to move. The thirty-six wind sword moves were sometimes graceful and graceful, sometimes violent and fierce. The onlookers were dumbfounded and many of them exclaimed in exclamation.

After ten moves, Zhao Wufeng looked excited and hurriedly stopped and asked: "Who are you?! Where did you learn from?!"

"Junior Yi Tianhang, my mentor passed away last year, and I don't know his name," Yi Tianhang replied.

"Boy, come up and answer." Zhao Wufeng seemed to have poor hearing and was afraid that others would hear the conversation, so he called Yi Tianhang to come to him.

"How old is your master? Do you have lotus tattoos on both arms?" Zhao Wufeng asked in a low voice after Yi Tianhang came closer.

"Senior, my mentor's age is unknown. He must have been in his sixties when he adopted me, and it's been more than ten years now. My mentor does have a lotus tattoo on his left arm, but not on his right arm." Yi Tianhang replied in a low voice without any concealment.

, after all, it doesn't hurt to say such things, getting this sword is the most important thing right now.

"Oh, yes, it's true that I only have a tattoo on my left arm. I didn't expect that my old friend escaped death and my disciple was still alive. Things are impermanent~ Things are impermanent! Okay, okay, you can just keep this sword. Brother Xiao and your master back then

We cherish each other and are friends of life and death, so this sword legend is perfect for you." After saying this, Zhao Wufeng stopped talking and lowered his head to himself.

Speaking of Yi Tianhang's master, we have to mention the weirdness of the master and apprentice. The apprentice did not know the master's name, age and origin. The master did not ask about the apprentice's life experience, and the two lived together like this for more than ten years.

Yi Tianhang saw that the old man seemed to be lost in memories again, so he took a few steps back and stood aside, thinking secretly: "This should be the ancient tomb that the master mentioned before his death, but in this tomb there are only this sword and this

An old man from the previous dynasty, nothing else?"

There were swordsmen present who also wanted to step forward to try, but were stopped by the people around them.

Only one person was heard saying: "Brother Yuan, please don't humiliate yourself. This young man's swordsmanship is definitely not comparable to that of Brother Yuan. Even Liao Yuheng from Qingcheng knew he was inferior and did not compete with him."

I heard another person reply: "Well, it's not that I don't know it. It's just that this treasure was taken away by an outsider for nothing, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable."

"Brother Yuan, why should you worry? When we leave the tomb..." The man's voice gradually became softer, as if he was afraid of being overheard by others.

The two men muttered for a few words and then fell silent.

Liu Qingyuan saw that Zhao Wufeng seemed to be in a trance, so he couldn't help but said: "Master has been hiding here all these years? Why didn't you refuse the sword sect? What happened before this?"

"Huh?" Zhao Wufeng was awakened by Liu Qingyuan's question, shook his head and said: "Well, I don't have much time left, so I can tell you that it's okay to wait. After guarding it for decades, it's time to let the secrets of this place be revealed to the world.

"

Zhao Wufeng felt a little disappointed, but in an instant he looked calm again and said: "Let's start from the beginning. Forty years ago, the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty died mysteriously, and his wife Ji took over the power. Everything was turned upside down overnight, and the capital was in chaos!"

Zhao Wufeng's starting from the beginning was indeed a bit far, and everyone was confused. They all secretly wondered: "What does the destruction last week have to do with you staying in this cave?"

"The powerful thief Ji actually poisoned the young master, secretly hunted down the royal family's children, and established him as the emperor on the grounds that Ji's grandson is the son of Princess Zhou and is of royal blood."

Zhao Wufeng just recalled a section and then talked about it.

"Of course there were many opponents of the ministers in the court, but Ji was so crazy that she actually killed all those loyal ministers and implicated them in a wide range of ways. Many innocent people died, so that the city was full of stench and blood, and mountains of corpses were thrown into the back river. Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere on the hundreds of miles of river banks within the capital. For several years, the people in the capital did not dare to drink the river water. At that time, it could be said that the blood of the righteous was spilled and the loyal ministers were exterminated!"

"The thief stole the state of Zuo and regarded himself as the orthodox Zhou Dynasty. The world called him Ji Zhou, the later Zhou Dynasty, while the Great Zhou Dynasty became the former Zhou Dynasty."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wufeng sighed, as if he had endless regrets about the previous week.
Chapter completed!