This night, Zhizi has not appeared since he left the Dragon and Tiger Prison, and even if Jian Fushen sent his subordinates to the Dragon Prison Venue to search for the whole city, there was still no news.

This made the young master of Sword Forge City, who felt deeply betrayed, very angry.

So in the early morning of the second day, when Jiang Manlou took the two talismans to hand over the golden armor in front of the city lord's mansion, the irritable sword Fu Shen replied coldly, gone!

"Missing?"

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, Jiang Manlou plucked his ears.

Don't have auditory hallucinations?

He was the master of the Soldier Mountain and the Soldier Valley, and Jiang Manlou, the helmsman of the Jiang family, the first family in the world, put down his identity to visit, but he was turned away?

Jiang Manlou, who held back his anger, handed over a gold ingot with a smile: "If you are tired and report it again, you will say that Jiang Manlou, the master of Tibing Mountain, has something important to ask to see." It is a matter of life and death in Sword Casting City, and I hope that the city lord will think about it again. ”

The sword slave in charge of reporting in front of the city lord's mansion refused the gold ingot, and saw that Jiang Manlou looked sincere, afraid that he would really delay the big thing, so he said: "Then, please wait a little longer." ”

After about a hundred breaths, the sword slave with the long sword on his back turned back, looked at Jiang Manlou and shook his head: "Forgive me, the young master of my family is angry, why don't you come back tomorrow......"

It was dried in front of the door early in the morning, where could Jiang Manlou still hold back his anger: "Another fart!

With that, Jiang Manlou strode across the gate of the city lord's mansion.

Where would the guarding sword slave watch a stranger break into the mansion, even if the mountain master raised the army, he would never allow it. So five or six sword-bearers drew their long swords and stopped in front of them.

Jiang Manlou didn't need to do it himself, and he brought two talismans with Jin Armor on this trip just in case.

The method of casting Fu Jiang was obtained from Jiang Mangong's residence after he took over the family, and was modified as a whole on the basis of Fu Jiang's red armor people. Although it belongs to the number of mechanisms, it has spirituality and can move at will.

In the past, Jiang Mangong had more than a dozen talismans in the red armor who could fight against Shushan Moyan, one of the Ten Heavenly Manifestations, and now the strength of the improved golden armor has doubled. Jiang Manlou estimated that the combat power of one talisman golden armor could be comparable to that of three strong people who cultivated in the upper realm of spiritual aperture. The City Lord's Mansion guards the sword slaves but the Miaodao realm, and all the enemies who don't make a move will fall to the ground.

The movement caused by Jiang Manlou's forced entry into the City Lord's Mansion attracted more and more sword guards from various courtyards in the mansion. For a while, in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, the sound of swords and screams was endless, which could be described as very lively.

Soon, the voice reached the ears of the white-clothed sword in the hall, and the young master of Sword Casting City, who had turned away the Lord of the Soldier Mountain in a fit of rage, finally couldn't help but appear.

"See the young master. ”

The white-clothed sword stood on the stone steps outside the hall with his hands in his hands, and all the sword slaves in the courtyard saw the young master appearing and paid homage together.

The sword floated and waved his sleeves, and the sword slaves retreated.

He looked at the mountain lord who had heard the name for a long time not far away, and smiled and hugged his fists: "The person who comes is a guest, and he can't meet him with ups and downs and trivial matters, so I hope the mountain lord forgives me." ”

Jiang Manlou looked at the other party.

The sword is up and down at the age of arrogance, and in this isolated sword-casting city, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first son regardless of his appearance.

To put it bluntly, the level of arrogance is completely imitating myself ten years ago!

Thinking about it, as a veteran-level figure in the ranks of the young man, he Jiang Manlou has already performed the word "gentleman" to the fullest, and he can be called a model of a good son in later generations, and it is understandable that he is occasionally imitated.

This kind of nature is generally the same as the young cultivators in the world competing to cultivate swords and swords, and take Luo Changfeng's guy as the ultimate goal to achieve in the future.

Thinking of this, Jiang Manlou, who was in a very comfortable mood, no longer cared about the neglect of being turned away, and exchanged a few words with Jian Fushen and entered the hall.

......

"The mountain lord said that the Guigu Forest fell into the hands of aliens?"

"The destruction of the Yi God Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect one after another was done by Guigu Lin?"

"The demon clan that was not born in Jueyunling has also reached an agreement with the alien race, and their next target is Sword Casting City?"

The sword floated and laughed.

Jiang Manlou frowned slightly: "Don't you believe it?"

Jian Fu said in a huff: "The mountain lord misunderstood me. Fu Shen believed that the mountain lord had come all the way to make a joke with Sword Forge City. Just ......"

Jiang Manlou said, "Just how?"

Jian Fu took a sip of tea: "Can the mountain lord know the origin of my Sword Casting City City Lord?"

"Lingzun?"

"It's my father. ”

"I want to hear about it. ”

The sword could not hide his pride: "In the past, there were several disciples under the ancestor seat of the Sword Pavilion, one was a star-picking old man who once sat in the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, one was a stargazer who brewed the Kunlun Tribulation, and the other was in this sword-casting city. ”

Jiang Manlou was slightly shocked in his heart: "Lord Lingzun is not ......"

Jian Fushen said: "My father, Jian Yu, is the only heir of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion who is now left in the world. ”

Sword Casting City has been isolated from the world for many years, and there are few rumors in the world about the deeds of the third disciple under the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, so when Jiang Manlou heard about this, he was quite shocked.

Jiang Manlou said: "In this way, the cultivation of the predecessor of the sword must have been selected to the sword saint?"

Since the Kunlun catastrophe ten years ago, the fateful star-picking old man and the stargazing old man have died one after another, and there is no sword saint in the world here. After that, the Wuxiang Dao Sect, the Holy Lord of Tiandong, and the Emperor Yutian fell one after another, the Demon Emperor was seriously injured and did not return to his peak, and the whereabouts of the old man Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu were unknown.

In the past ten years, there has been no saint in the world, and the alien race is ready to move again, and there is a great tendency to make a comeback. Otherwise, the Ten Heavenly Manifestations would not have retreated from the world, begging to be able to enter the ranks of saints on the eve of the troubled times, so that they would have the strength and capital to lead the world's heroes to resist foreign races.

But now it seems that if the master of Sword City, the predecessor of the Sword Dao, is a saint, where will it be his turn to get Jiang Manlou to be idle!

Jian Fushen smiled at Jiang Manlou's questioning gaze: "My father is not a saint. ”

Jiang Manlou, who was drinking tea by himself, squirted tea and couldn't help laughing.

The dignified ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Cultivator Venerable who had lived for thousands of years before he had only dissolved the realm of calamity, actually showed off in front of him! Sword Cultivator Venerable, is it very rare? Among the ten sons and siblings of the Mountain Lord, there is a Sword Dao Venerable, but is the Mountain Lord showing off?

Of course, these psychological activities can't be revealed in front of people, Jiang Manlou tried his best not to restrain himself from laughing at the son of the frog at the bottom of the well, and quickly wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth: "I think the son should not be taken lightly, after all, the alien race is in the dark, and we are in the light." ”

Jian Fushen's eyes narrowed.

Seeing Jiang Manlou's restrained ridicule, he patted the armchair and got up, turned his back, and said coldly: "Thank you for the reminder from the mountain master......!

Jiang Manlou was invited out of the City Lord's Mansion.

After realizing it, I realized that I was out of shape. Looking at the arrogant look of the sword, he would definitely not believe what he told from the bottom of his heart.

After thinking hard, he had to find an inn to settle down temporarily, waiting for the arrival of the person he had met.

It wasn't until late evening that Mrs. Yang, the owner of the Tianji Pavilion Branch, appeared at one end of the lock with two familiar backs.