Normally, the geniuses of the Sword Sect would not care about them. Although the Duanmu Prince's Tomb looked down and out, it was still wearing a sword robe, so it would naturally attract these young men.

Listening to what Duanmu Wang Ling said, many young people were a little disappointed. What they wanted to hear was the cultivation techniques and swordsmanship techniques, not these empty principles.

However, there were a few teenagers who listened carefully.

Duanmu Wangling didn't take it seriously either. Everyone was like this. He couldn't force everyone to listen to him.

What's more, when you're young, you rarely have the patience to lose your temper.

He just hopes to find some young people who can become real swordsmen among these young people.

"I am determined to reshape the mountains and rivers. The older generation has become rotten, so let's start from the younger generation."

Duanmu Wang Ling thinks so.

"Haha, Prince Duanmu, you don't know how to practice swordsmanship yourself, so what qualifications do you have to teach others? You are misleading others!"

In the distance, a young man in sword robe laughed.

Duanmu Wangling ignored him, and his mood became more and more peaceful over the years.

A swordsman...should not only be sharp, but also have a broad mind that can tolerate everything.

"I heard that he went to besiege and kill the evil master, that is, Jian Beichen.

Things started to go wrong from that point on!”

Someone sneered.

"Evil Lord!"

When everyone heard this, their expressions turned cold.

"The evil master is rampant and causing trouble, which is simply a shame to our Sword Sect."

"If he dares to return to the Sword Sect, he must look good!"

"Other forces cannot suppress him, but our Sword Sect has tens of thousands of sword cultivators, so we will be able to suppress him easily!"

They scolded one after another.

The deaths of Jian Jiukuang, Jian Jiusi and other ancestors, and the murders of Nangong, Mu Qingwan and other Jianpao have made most sword cultivators in the Sword Sect hate Su Xuan deeply.

Listening to everyone's filthy words, Prince Duanmu lowered his head and smiled a little.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around!"

Many sword robes began to scold the group of teenagers.

Their faces turned pale, and they took a careful look at Prince Duanmu's Mausoleum. Seeing that he had his head lowered and remained silent, they thought for a moment and walked away silently.

There are only a few teenagers left.

The place suddenly became deserted.

The sword-robed men laughed and ignored them.

"Senior Brother Duanmu, was the Evil Lord really a disciple of my Sword Sect before?"

A young girl quietly walked to the Tomb of Prince Duanmu.

Her name is Luo Luo.

Duanmu Wang Ling raised his head and smiled gently.

The girl's qualifications are not very high, and her background is not good, but what is rare is that she has a pure heart, and she is one of the most promising young disciples of the Duanmu King's Tomb in recent years.

"Yes."

He nodded slightly.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I heard that the Evil Lord used to be the strongest sword robe in our Sword Sect. Is he stronger than Senior Brother Nangong?"

a young man asked.

"Stupid, Senior Brother Nangong was killed by the evil lord, why do you still need to ask?"

Luo Luo despises.

The young man blushed, muttered a few times, and stopped talking.

Duanmu Wangling laughed: "Senior Jian Beichen has a belief that ordinary people cannot match."

“If you have strong faith, will you be powerful?”

Luo Luo asked.

"That's right, Jian Beichen's cultivation qualifications back then were actually very poor and he was considered a waste.

But he has the world in his heart and his faith is as high as the sky. He went through countless hardships and finally cultivated the body of the holy sword."

Duanmu Wang Ling replied softly, looking at the young men in front of him, his eyes full of expectations.

He continued: "In the future, you can practice swordsmanship slower than others, but you must have your own beliefs, such as saving the common people, or strengthening the sword sect..." "We can't achieve such a big ambition."

They stick out their tongues.

"Strong people don't know at the beginning that they will be unparalleled in the future. No one can judge that you should be small or not dazzling, and you should not underestimate yourself."

Duanmu King’s Tomb Road.

Several young men were shocked and their eyes were a little excited. The words of Prince Duanmu Ling gave them great encouragement.

"What about Senior Brother Duanmu, what is your belief?"

Luo Luo asked curiously.

Duanmu Wang Ling paused and just smiled gently. Luo Luo and the others did not see the blazing fire deep in his eyes.

He looked into the distance with hope on his face.

Senior, Wang Ling looks forward to your return.

...To the east of Jian Zong, there is a plain with no limit to the horizon at a glance.

Over the years, only a few barbarians have thrived here.

However, with the development of the Sword Sect and the establishment of surrounding cities and kingdoms, this vast plain was gradually replaced by towering ancient cities, palaces and pavilions.

This day.

Su Xuan, who had changed into cloth clothes, slowly walked from a distance.

He walked very slowly, like an ordinary person.

However, there is a sword box, a scabbard, and a long sword behind him. Although it is difficult to see clearly, it shows that he is extraordinary.

Su Xuan walked step by step, as if measuring the land.

One footprint after another is deeply imprinted on this familiar land that has been gone for a long time.

Su Xuan used to walk here with his sword, but there were no traces of it.

Gradually.

Su Xuan crossed the mountains, crossed the rivers, stayed away from the desolate plains, passed through the brand-new sword tower, and saw the ancient city like a giant beast.

The soft black earth is covered with bluestone slabs.

The desolation of the plains is dispersed by the prosperity of the streets.

In the past, there were only mountains and rivers in the bitter cold land, but now there are not only cities and palaces, but also countless creatures.

The Jian Zong inside was even more unfamiliar.

Under a city gate.

Su Xuan looked up and stood there for a long time like a fool.

In the eyes of many people, Su Xuan is undoubtedly a weirdo.

If it weren't for the weird aura behind him, someone would probably have pushed him out of the way.

Suddenly.

Su Xuan took a step back, grabbed a handful of black soil and stuffed it into his arms.

The black soil of such a large mountain and river sword sect seems to be the same as before.

This move seemed stupid to many people, but at this moment no one dared to show a hint of ridicule.

Because when Su Xuan bent down, the hazy light behind him fluctuated, slightly revealing a terrifying long sword.

Everyone was stunned.

Su Xuan then walked in with all his strength.

"The homeland is not old, the bitter cold is not cold, I will kill it with my sword."
Chapter completed!