Before the sword competition began, everyone was already full of anticipation, and some people couldn't contain the excitement in their hearts.

"I've met my senior twice!" said a young cultivator proudly.

The young cultivator's eyes shone with a gleam, and one of the hands holding the sword trembled slightly.

The thought of being able to catch another glimpse of that senior in a few days made the blood in his body uncontrollable.

It's a heartfelt desire! It's a fanatical admiration!

"Young man, I was excited like this twice, and my uncle told you that my uncle is eighty-eight this year, and since he was twenty years old, my uncle has never been left behind!"

This energetic voice immediately alarmed everyone around.

Li Zhenlang put his hands on his chest, Bai Shaoyin and Lao Dao were beside him, and looked over with interest.

The young cultivator's face turned red, obviously extremely excited.

Suddenly, I felt curious, and I also wanted to know what was so extraordinary about the predecessors in their mouths that they could make these people so fanatical.

The young cultivator's heart shook, and he looked at the man who was carrying the sword in his hand, revealing an undisguised expression of envy.

"The junior Hidden Sword Sect Fengyun, dare to ask the master where he is practicing?" said the young cultivator cautiously.

"It turned out to be the Hidden Sword Sect......"

Seeing that he didn't say any more, the young cultivator suddenly felt a little more confidence and pride in his heart.

Although the Tibetan Sword Sect is not as prestigious as the Yunhai Immortal Sect in the Central Plains, it is not comparable to some small sects.

This old man's clothes were messy, and at first glance he didn't look like a person from any sect, but he should be some casual cultivators.

It's all at this age, isn't it because of low qualifications, and there is no sect to take it in, right?

Naturally, the young cultivator would not say these words, but a bit of undisguised arrogance gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle went there once in the past. Just listen to the sword-carrying master said: "Your Tibetan Sword Sect's mountain protection sword array ......"

Speaking of this, the old man paused.

On the other hand, this young cultivator once again showed a proud look in his eyes, a look of pride hung on his face, he looked at the sword-carrying master, and smiled slightly.

Li Zhenlang's heart was itching, combined with the proud look on the young cultivator's face, he also wanted to hear what this sword-carrying master said about the mountain protection sword formation of the Tibetan Sword Sect, how powerful it was?

"It's too bad......" The uncle carrying the sword shook his head slightly.

His words immediately shocked the hearts of everyone around him.

"Uncle's tone is not small!"

Everyone thought that this uncle would tout his Tibetan Sword Sect, after all, the background and strength of the Tibetan Sword Sect were also very thick and strong.

In the Central Plains, few people or sects dare to provoke.

Li Zhenlang smiled, this uncle doesn't seem to be simple, he said in front of others that people's mountain protection sword formation is not good, either he really has some ability, or he is forced to install forks.

Since there is a lively look, if you don't look at it, you don't look at it, Bai Shaoyin and the old man are also watching intently.

The young cultivator's face turned ugly in an instant, and he frowned and said, "Uncle, you can't talk nonsense. ”

The tone was extremely calm, but everyone could hear the anger hidden in the voice.

The young cultivator didn't get angry on the spot, mainly because he didn't understand the true cultivation of this master.

I don't think that just his words can make the people around him really think that he can't hide the Sword Sect, it's impossible!

In the entire Central Plains, except for the Yunhai Immortal Sect, the Tibetan Sword Sect can be said to be the most prestigious and the largest.

Where can this old man belittle with a word?

That's impossible.

Don't even think about it, it's absolutely impossible!

In the face of strength, all smears are useless.

As a personal disciple of the sect master of the Tibetan Sword Sect, young cultivators also have to maintain the bearing of a great sect, so naturally they will not shout and debate with others.

"You go back and ask your sect master, sixty-eight years ago, your Tibetan Sword Sect's mountain protection sword formation was broken by someone with a sword. The uncle who carried the sword said.

The extremely casual, extremely understated tone made the surrounding people secretly frightened.

Sixty-eight years ago?

The mountain protection sword array of the Tibetan Sword Sect was slashed by someone with a sword?

It's shocking!

Everyone felt unconvinced.

But the tone of this old man is to give people the impression that he did it!

"You ......" The young cultivator was immediately speechless, and looked at the old man with angry eyes.

At this moment, everyone didn't believe it, but he, the personal disciple of the Sect Master of the Tibetan Sword Sect, ...... Thaksin!

Sixty-eight years ago, the Tibetan Sword Sect's Mountain Guarding Sword Formation was indeed broken by someone with a sword, although this matter was covered up and could not be passed on.

However, as a personal disciple of the Sect Master of the Tibetan Sword Sect, Feng Yun naturally heard Shizun mention it.

Master Zun said that that person, the kendo attainments are extremely high, young and powerful, as if he was born for the sword. He was also invited to join the Tibetan Sword Sect, but the man refused, threatening to use the sword in the world, and broke the day with a sword!

At this moment, Feng Yun couldn't help but look at the old man again.

How could it be him who could say such a bold statement back then?

It was really sloppy, and whether it was him or not, Feng Yun felt that he couldn't continue with him anymore, so he turned around and left here.

"The junior washes the sword pavilion Lin Zhanqi, dare to ask the uncle's honorable name?" someone next to him asked.

The uncle who carried the sword shook his head, waved his hand and said: "The name is not important, the uncle has never used his name since the moment he stepped on the rivers and lakes, now you can call me uncle, call me uncle, right...... Is it the Sword Pavilion? the sword of your sword pool...... Did you pick it up?"

"How can the master know ......" Fang Cai, who claimed to be a disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, said in surprise.

Then he felt a little speechless, and under the puzzled and curious eyes of everyone, he walked away quickly.

"Junior Qingfeng Sect Xiaoyue Wuji ......"

"Qingfeng Sect...... Forty years ago, I accidentally killed your two elders, and now that I think about it, I'm a little sorry, but I can't blame the uncle for this, so I blame the two elders for being too badly beaten. ”

Hearing this, Xiaoyue Wuji immediately turned around and left, secretly exclaiming: Forty years ago, there were indeed two elders who were beaten to death, how did he know......

The people were silent, and no one dared to speak again.

This sword-carrying master, no matter what he said is true or not, it is all shame for all sects.

Therefore, no one wants to provoke this uncle anymore.

"You are ......" the sword-carrying uncle turned his head.

“...... The younger generation is too Tengzong Hanpi. ”

The young cultivator who was named by the uncle said cautiously, for fear that the uncle would say something shocking.

"Taitengzong......" The uncle raised his hand and stroked his beard.

Everyone's hearts tightened, staring closely at the uncle's actions, especially the disciple of the Taiteng Sect.

"It's too much of a toss-up. The uncle shook his head and looked serious.

Seeing the disciple of the Taiteng Sect, he left in a hurry.

"Are you ......" the uncle turned his head to look at the other person.

"Uncle farewell!" the man turned around and left.

The young man ...... "No matter how the old man called, the man didn't reply."

When the uncle withdrew his raised hand, everyone began to turn around, some left, and some turned their backs to the uncle and shook the back of their heads to him.

The uncle carrying the sword sighed slightly: "Young man, I just can't withstand a little destruction." He turned his head and grinned at Li Zhenlang.

Li Zhenlang nodded in response and didn't speak, but this uncle actually walked in steps, and he subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

"Young man, the mask on his face is good, and the uncle also wants to get one, where did you buy it?"

The uncle carrying the sword narrowed his eyes slightly, but Li Zhenlang had a green mask on his face, only revealing his eyes, nose, mouth and chin, and the uncle couldn't see the appearance under this mask clearly.

"Uncle wants, then I'll give you one. Li Zhenlang said and took out one from his sleeve.

However, this one is slightly yellowish.

Both masks are woven from grass and solidified with true elements.

One is green, the other is yellow.

These are two "inferior" masks deliberately made by Li Zhenlang, just for temporary emergency use.

"Thank you, uncle!" the man carrying the sword flipped over the yellowed mask on his hand, and then put it on his face.

Li Zhenlang met his eyes, and the two of them grinned separately.

"Uncle, the seniors you just talked about...... Who is it?" Li Zhenlang said.

Bai Shaoyin and Lao Dao stood aside and were silent, and the two of them didn't know much about this Xuanshan Sword Comparison, so they didn't speak.

"People who have participated in the sword competition and watched the sword will gather here again, but in fact, most of them are not here for the sword competition. ”

The uncle carrying the sword raised his hand and put down the withered yellow mask on his face, and continued:

"Comparing swords, discussing swords, watching swords......"

"It's just about learning, exploring, and seeing. ”

"There is no rank, there is no need to be superior, and the sword has never sent out any invitations or anything like that in the world. ”

"Naturally, there will be no reward. ”

"The biggest reason why I can attract countless swordsmen and non-swordsmen to come is the strong man who presides over the sword competition!"

"Is that the senior?" Li Zhenlang couldn't help but interject.

The uncle carrying the sword nodded, with a yearning look in his eyes.

"It is rumored that the strong man has reached the land god fairyland!"

"Meritorious participation in creation, cultivation is enough to ascend to the sky!"

Li Zhenlang's heart shook, of course he knew what the land immortal represented.

That's the Holy Martial Realm!

Li Zhenlang knew very few powerhouses in the Holy Martial Realm, except for the seniors mentioned by this uncle, there were only the two great elders of the Yunhai Immortal Sect.

The only thing in common is that I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it.

"At this moment, everyone gathered around the periphery of Xuanshan, waiting for the strong predecessor to appear, and at that time, everyone could enter Xuanshan. The uncle carrying the sword said in a deep voice: "As long as that strong man does not show up, then no one dares to step into this Xuanshan!"

Under the withered yellow mask, I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the uncle's tone was extremely serious.

Li Zhenlang nodded lightly, and at this moment he also had a general understanding of the sword ratio.

"Senior Sister Xue, don't go too fast, Senior Uncle Shen has instructed me to take care of you. ”

"Senior Brother Qi doesn't bother, I'm fine. ”

"Senior Sister Xue has not recovered, how can Senior Brother rest assured, since Senior Sister Xue wants to go, then Senior Brother will accompany you. ”

"You...... Whatever you want......"

When the two of them walked by, Li Zhenlang said with a smile: "Uncle, you continue." ”

The man carrying the sword helped the mask on his face again.