The old man's eyelids jumped, and he said with some surprise: "Listening to your tone, it seems that I know the existence of the old man." ”

Broken sorrow smiled leisurely, and then said lightly: "The human heart is unpredictable, the dispute between monks is more terrible than that of ordinary people, the slightest carelessness is the way of life and death, and after death, it will be empty, everything will be in vain, so I can't help but be careless." If you want to cut me off, I know. ”

Hearing this, Wang Wenshan's face disappeared indifferently, his pupils condensed, staring at Xuan Chou deadly, and said in a deep voice: "You have been eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"The play can't let you sing alone, Taoist friends have to act, poor Dao should cooperate, otherwise, where did Zihua Snow Ginseng Dan come from, speaking of which, I should also thank Taoist friends for their generous gifts. Broken Sorrow's face was as usual, he glanced at him lightly, and said leisurely.

Wang Wenshan's face sank, the ancient sword dragon behind him shook, and there was a hidden tendency to come out of the sheath, and more importantly, the overall situation was out of control, and an extremely dangerous aura had already surged into his heart, making him have a bad premonition.

Li Qiuling was already stunned at this time, her small mouth was open, her lips were covered with her bare hands, and she looked at the broken sorrow blankly, and the shock and panic in her eyes could not be concealed.

The old man was slightly surprised when he heard this, but he didn't react much, and said lightly: "What about being careful, in the face of absolute strength, any little cleverness seems lame, you know that this is a trap, and you jumped in, I really don't know how you cultivated to this realm today." ”

"Huh?"

At this point, the old man's eyes were slightly condensed, he looked at the sorrow, but he was himself, he couldn't see through his cultivation realm, and his eyes couldn't help but show a touch of surprise, and he immediately thought that the other party might have some kind of treasure that concealed the aura of cultivation, and he was relieved.

Seeing that the other party could not change his face and maintain a calm and indifferent posture under his own majestic pressure, he couldn't help but look at him again, nodded slightly, and praised:

"Yes, your kid has a lot of appetite for the old man, he is neither humble nor arrogant, he is not shocked when he changes, but he is also a little arrogant, and he is a good seedling for sword practice. In this way, how about you take the Gong Gong Dan, disperse your cultivation, and worship me as a teacher?"

When the words fell, one hand stretched out, and in the palm of his hand, an orange pill the size of a bean rose in the air, condensing.

Wang Wenshan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and the matter was exposed, and he no longer needed to hide it, so he immediately said urgently: "Uncle Shi, this kid has a strange way, and he is definitely not a good ..........."

"Wang Wenshan, I do things, it's not your turn to point fingers! I don't care what sect he is, what strange origin he has, today, as long as he is willing to scatter his skills and worship me as a teacher, the past will be written off, you just need to be optimistic about those three boys, and I will share it with the sect. ”

The old man replied, looked at Wang Wenshan and said coldly.

The latter froze slightly, and a touch of imperceptible resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then he bowed, stepped aside, and said no more.

Duan Chou stretched out his hand to take the pill into his palm, glanced at it casually, his eyes fell on the old man, and he smiled and said, "You want to take me as an apprentice?"

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes were in the wind, like a peerless master, and when he heard this, he nodded indifferently.

"Poof......... Old man, do you want to be shameless? Just rely on you, and you also want to accept my master as an apprentice, I can't even look down on your little ability, what can you teach my master?"

After breaking the sorrow, Lin Xiaoyuan immediately laughed, and couldn't help but sneer, Wu Yue and Situ Ling couldn't help laughing, looking at the old man a little weirdly.

Seeing this, the old man's face became colder, and he was about to teach a few people a lesson, his eyes flashed, and he was immediately moved, showing a touch of brilliance, as if he had seen some rare treasure, his attitude changed greatly, and his anger was completely gone.

"Little doll, the old man enters the country and returns to the source, shattering the void, raising his hand can break the rivers, turning his palm can cover the mountains and seas, the ability is great, teach you master, just a dragon and tiger golden pill, it is more than enough. ”

"There are three ways of my ancient sword gate, Canghe Sword Song, Longxiao Sword Technique, and Ten Thousand Ancient Tibetan Feng Sword Classics, choose one of the three, pointing directly to the avenue, and this life is inexhaustible!"

The old man's expression was arrogant, between his hands, the sword roared and rumbled, and there was a sharp air rushing into the sky, rising in the sky, and in an instant, the sun and the moon were dark, the mountains and rivers trembled, the earth and stones cracked, and the world was silent.

It's like heaven and earth, only this, one person and one sword!

However, the expected shock and awe did not appear, the sorrowful expression was always indifferent, and he didn't even blink his eyes, and the three boys were also indifferent, that look, that gaze, as if they were looking at a fool.

Lin Xiaoyuan was speechless, her eyes showed pity, and she shook her head slightly.

Arrogance is not terrible, I am afraid of narcissism, fearlessness is not terrible, the most afraid is ignorance, this old man, both arrogant and narcissistic, not only fearless but also very ignorant, she has nothing to say, for this kind of self-knowledge, is already on the road to death, never look back, can only express blessings.

When people reach their old age, they are self-inflicted and cannot live, and I hope that the master will be lighter and not let him die too ugly.

"What if I don't want to?!" Playing with the pill in his hand, there was a hint of playfulness on his face, looking at the old man who was in the void and resisting the wind, and who had been concave for a long time, and said with a light smile.

"Hmph!" The smile on the old man's face disappeared, he snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you are a smart person, it is best not to make mistakes, I can give you a chance, it is your chance, the old man has no disciples, if you agree, you are a disciple, and you will enjoy endless benefits in the future." ”

"Now I give you two choices, the first is that you start over and worship the old man as a teacher. Second, the old man will personally end you, drain your soul and refine your soul, and you can't die!"

Broken Chou chuckled, "Are you threatening me?"

The old man looked at the sorrow indifferently, as powerful as the sea, noncommittal.

"Like what you said today, many people have said it before, and they not only said it, but also did what you wanted to do next, but then, they all died!"

The five fingers clenched into fists, held the pill firmly in the palm, spread it out again, and sprinkled it with enthusiasm, a puff of orange light and fine crushed crystal powder floated down from the gap between the fingertips, and his face was calm, he shook his head and said:

"I also give you two choices, first, leave your talisman and obediently suppress and ban me, second, I will snatch your talisman with my own hands, and then suppress and ban you, you choose!"

"Presumptuous!" The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and he shouted, only to see the sword box burst, and the sky was full of stars and rain of swords, which suddenly manifested, driving the sky to fall, and slashing towards the broken sorrow, surrounded by a little streamer, as if the halo of divine brilliance, like a long river through the ages, across the ancient and modern.

The edge accumulated like the sky, and the unparalleled tearing power spread and overflowed, filling the four fields of the heavenly dome.

"Canghe Sword Song, good sword technique, good supernatural powers!" Broken sorrow's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise.

(End of chapter)

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