The disciples on each mountain peak did not care to look at the crooked black sword that seemed to be about to fall down the mountain at the next moment. They hurriedly brought the injured ancestor back to the top of their mountain and fed him healing elixirs.

There were only a group of monks in extraordinary clothes, wearing azure robes, standing there, looking like dead grandmothers. They were the ones who were the most arrogant towards Li Ziran just now. Don't think too much, it must be the master teaching the law.

His direct disciple.

Although the old man's formation-breaking techniques were a bit unreliable, he was able to "beat" a magical monk to pieces with one sword... It was so exciting!

The black sword turned into a black dot, and finally disappeared into the clouds and mist. In the end, those who were worried about him falling took a breath. For a while, the sound of exhalation came one after another, and Li Ziran laughed, and the scene fell into a trap.

A moment of embarrassment.

Why are you worried about my old man?

But the initiator of all this stood in the middle of the stage, motionless, still looking at the giant sword, as if waiting for something.

"Why,"

"Junior brother, you shouldn't kill Qingqu."

A long sigh, the sound was not loud, but it resounded throughout the entire sword pavilion.

This voice was very young, but also had a bit of vicissitudes of life. As he thought of these words, all the nervous disciples in Jiange showed expressions of hope.

Everyone shook their robes in unison, knelt down on one knee, and shouted loudly: "Welcome the sword master!"

This made Li Ziran on the side roll his eyes involuntarily. Good guy, this scene seems a bit familiar to us. He remembered that when he followed the old man to travel around the world many years ago, there was a common sect. Where it was, he forgot what it was called. He only remembered

Those people were in the same scene as today. They shouted "Welcome to Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen". The swords on their backs were drawn out, forming a bridge. Amidst the red flowers floating in the sky, the chief helmsman came from the void with his sword. It was like a fairy.

posture!

Well, there was no more after that. The more handsome he appeared, the faster he died. He was killed by his opponent in one move.

He shook his head to get rid of these irrelevant thoughts from his mind. At this time, the enemy was in front of him, and only Li Ziran had a strong mind to think about these things.

The sound is still echoing in the mountains, but its owner has already stepped forward in the air, as if there is an invisible staircase slowly descending in the void.

With seemingly unhurried steps, he walked in front of everyone in just a few breaths.

Flying through the sky, shrinking to an inch! Li Ziran looked at his master with some worry. Seeing that there was no worried look on the old man's face, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Old man, if you can't defeat him, we both have to answer here today.

"Everyone, get up."

This sword master is shamelessly young, with a face that looks like that of a man in his thirties, and a simple Taoist crown that ties his hair neatly. His thin body is wearing a gray and coarse linen slanted cedar, and he is carrying the old man in his left hand.

A black sword, with a slender, slightly curved scabbard exposed from the somewhat ragged cuff of his right hand.

He threw the big sword back towards the old man lightly, but the man turned to look at Li Ziran.

His appearance is extremely kind, his eyebrows are lowered, his lips are smooth and beardless, and he has a faint smile, which makes people unable to feel a trace of disgust. He is like a young man standing there with a smile on his face.

You said: "Spring is beautiful, you and I can travel together arm in arm."

This is not right! Li Ziran was shocked and took a few steps back. Only then did he feel the hairs all over his body were rising, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his dantian Zhongjianwan was even trembling.

Sword cultivators are fierce, sharp, and indomitable. They cultivate not only skills and moves, but also character. So that the more advanced each cultivator of swords is, the more he can feel that feeling in his body.

The meaning of the sword, the unity of man and sword, has never been a legend.

What is the name of the man in front of me, Sword Master! Where is the Sword Master? Sword Pavilion, the holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators, the Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion. There is no sharpness in him, and he can't even feel the slightest sword intention.

Apparently the disciples of Jiange also noticed this scene. Many of them looked surprised, but made no sound.

The people in Jiange are not stupid, and Li Ziran is not stupid either. With this abnormal situation in front of them, everyone has guesses. The sword master's skills seem to be extraordinary.

However, Li Ziran took a deep look at the sword master's right hand.

He even felt that this reason must have something to do with the long, narrow and curved sword that could not be called a sword.

The sword master looked at the solemn young man with a smile: "That's good, that's good."

"Xiang Tai'a, you're back alive. I haven't even touched a hair among your three thousand disciples, but you want my disciples to be unable to practice swords?"

The tall old man stepped forward, stood in front of Li Ziran, and said coldly to the sword master, but then he smiled proudly:

"How about it? Is it better than that Qingqu you chose and his disciples and grandsons? Oh, by the way, the attack is a bit heavy-handed. Your sword pavilion master has turned into ashes. But you can't blame me, I just asked you to come out.

, who told him to block my sword?"

At this time, all the disciples on the sword testing platform glared at the old man. This sentence scolded them all. Even Li Ziran curled his lips, feeling that the old man really deserved a beating.

"The swordsmanship is clear and the mind is exquisite. It's really good." The sword master didn't get angry at all, and even nodded in agreement, agreeing with the old man's words. After saying that, he waved his hand, as if he didn't want to worry too much about his emotional intelligence.

The old man continued to speak.

"Junior brother, are you really not leaving today?"

He asked this question very seriously, and his tone was still calm, as if he was asking a friend, are you really not going to stay for dinner?

The old man was also very solemn. He held the giant sword in front of him and spoke very directly:

"Xiang Tai'a, I'm not here to talk nonsense with you today. I can see that you must have mastered that bastard swordsmanship. Master has long said that your sword is too domineering, and you do not cultivate yourself.

, can’t become a great road. You still don’t believe it?”

"Do not believe."

???

What the hell? The more Li Ziran listened, the more uncomfortable he became. Looking at the thin, even thin sword master Xiang Tai'a, not to mention whether he was worthy of his majestic name. What does this mean that it is too domineering? Who can

Can you see the arrogance of a copper in him?

The old man was not surprised by the sword master's answer. He shook his head and stuck the sword on the ground. He turned back and walked towards Li Ziran.

Arriving in front of the young man, the old man sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes slightly:

"nature."

"The disciples are here"

"Do you know who we are from?"

Li Ziran was shocked when he heard the old man's words. He practiced with his master every day, but he never mentioned to him which method he practiced or which Taoism he practiced.

It is impossible to say that he is not curious. But after asking several times to no avail, Li Ziran stopped thinking.

"Disciple doesn't know." On such occasions and at this time, Li Ziran knew what it meant to ask such words. He didn't understand why the master did this, but he believed that this old man who was also his master and his father would give him a satisfactory answer.

The answer, always is.

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to have thought of something interesting. He actually showed a happy smile for the first time: "After today, you will know all this. I can't give you the backing of a powerful sect, nor can I take you away."

After completing this journey of eternal life, all I can do is to make this journey smoother for you."

At this point, the old man reached into the void like he had just taken out a sword, and then there was a Dao crown in his hand, which he handed to Li Ziran. The Dao crown was simple and old, but it faintly exuded a mysterious aura, not like an ordinary thing.

This! Li Ziran has never seen the old man tie his hair before, and he didn't care. He just thought it was because he didn't like to be restrained. Now it seems that this matter is not that simple.

The sword master Xiang Tai'a watched everything that happened from a distance, as if it had nothing to do with him, but the smile on his face was more kind.

But the smile on the old man's face faded, and the fierce and domineering aura that had always been there began to change, becoming mysterious and profound.

Li Ziran's expression changed drastically as he held the Taoist crown in his hand. He had guessed about his sect and the origin of his master, but what happened in front of him told him that it seemed to be developing in a direction that he least dared to imagine.

He couldn't help but feel a wry smile in his heart. He always regarded himself as a "great monk of Xuanmen", but these were just jokes and could not be true. He had thought that today his words would actually become a prophecy.

The old man opened his eyes and spoke slowly and in a deep voice:

"I, Zhang Wendao, the thirtieth generation leader of the Taoist sect and the Heart Sect of Jiange, is returning to the mountain today!"

"The thirty-first generation disciple of the Xin Sect, Li Ziran!"

"The disciple is here!"
Chapter completed!