He raised his head and looked at the sloppy man walking towards him.

"Sword Saint, Ma Yuanjue, I have long admired Daming, and I'm lucky to meet!"

"Ka, da, da!..."

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and the sloppy man stood on the stone road and looked at the person in front of the altar. His tone was calm and the ancient well was invisible.

"Who is yours?"

"Shangxiao abandoned disciples, casual cultivators, Ji Changli."

"What's the matter for me?"

"Haha, don't you want to know why I took such a big risk to sneak into the secret realm of the Sword Tomb of Shangxiao Sword Sect and wait for you specifically?"

"Don't want to know."

"you...!"

The middle-aged man in the hat was speechless for a while, but he was short of words.

But he quickly reacted, sneered, and even looked at him with sharp eyes.

"Yes, I have a personality, I admire you very much."

"You don't want to listen, but I still have to say that you should consider it carefully after I finish speaking!"

"About the sword cultivator, a sword cultivator, is said to have been in ancient times..."

The sword saint Ma Yuanjue interrupted directly and said seriously.

"You're in my way."

“…”

The middle-aged man in the hat stopped again. He had never seen such a person pretending to be like this. You know, outside, he is the famous late-stage Nascent Soul, and even many top sects dare not provoke him!

This kid is just at the same level as him, so what can I be proud of?

If it weren't for some things about kendo, would he have to ask him, how could he take the risk of being discovered by the sect and come here to wait for him, or wait for several years?

"This sword friend, I'm here this time to exchange information with you, and I don't have the idea of ​​disturbing you or wasting time. So let's just talk about it. I heard about you some time ago..."

"You're in my way."

The Sword Saint Ma Yuanjue said this one.

A pity for words is like gold, and oil and salt cannot be added.

The man in the hat stood up in an instant! The clay man was also angry. What are you pretending to be with me?

"Ma Yuanjue, don't toast and not eat and drink. I'll give you some thin noodles, that's why you look down on you! Everyone is a casual cultivator, and you are not afraid of wearing shoes barefoot, who is afraid of whom?"

The atmosphere was a bit cold for a while.

The first time the man in the hat met such a strange man, he couldn't help but feel troublesome. To be honest, he felt a little insecure, but out of confidence in his strength, he still refused to give in.

"I know you, and I even went to the places where you are famous to investigate you. Along the way, there were three different personalities on you. You have a serious personality split! If possible, call out the other two and see if you can communicate well with me..."

"Ka, da, da!"

Ma Yuanjue left directly, without continuing to talk nonsense with him, and even ignored him, and walked directly towards the altar!

"Wait, you..."

Just as the man in the hat was about to say something, suddenly a sharp light flashed in his pupils!

"Plop~"

The body fell to the ground with powerlessness.

A trace of blood slowly appeared from his forehead, and the soul inside had been killed and completely destroyed, and the Nascent Soul was also cut in half!

Ma Yuanjue didn't even turn around to see, and the true sword cultivator never looked back.

He climbed the steps, came to the altar, and watched quietly for a quarter of an hour.

Then he stretched out his rough big hand and grabbed the hilt of the iron sword. At this moment, the originally ordinary and simple iron sword suddenly shot a dazzling light into the sky!

Instantly illuminate the sky and the earth!

The huge vortex of the aperture above his head began to rotate around him as the center.

Such a grand scene immediately alarmed people from the outside world. The Shangxiao Sword Sect was responsible for guarding the secret realm of the Dharma, deacon, and disciples were all stunned and riots.

"Then...what is that...what's happening?"

"It seems... it comes from the center of the secret realm!"

"Can it be that the iron sword passed down from ancient times was pulled out?"

"How is that possible! That sword has been through thousands of years, and countless sword cultivators are so amazing that none of them can be pulled!"

"But look at the Aquarius magic power in front of you, the mirror reflects the picture."

“…”

Everyone was stunned when they saw it, and they felt like they were dreaming.

A sloppy man pulled out the iron sword from the altar and put a sword flower on his back. Then, as if he couldn't let go, he actually hung it on his back.

At his feet, a corpse with a hat-veil that was split into two halves was looking up at the sky with a look of astonishment.

"That's not... the master Ji Changli who was once betrayed?"

"He is in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, how could he be??!"

"hiss..."

A sound of gasping in the air came. No one dared to speak anymore, but instead spread the news to the sect.

Not long after, a sudden sound from the sky was cast.

"Who is yours? Why did you break into my Shangxiao Sword Sect's headquarters without authorization?"

The sound was thick and transparent, and it actually shook a hundred miles apart, shaking all the strange phenomena in the sky!

"This is... the Supreme Elder wanders outside the sky, and the original thoughts are coming!"
Chapter completed!