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Yan Rui took off her hand and floated in the air, slowly opening it herself. She looked at the phantom of the man in the sword, looked at it for a while, and then smiled arrogantly: "It turned out to be you! Hehe, I didn't expect that after a thousand years, I could meet an old man here again, which is really emotional." ”

At this time, Feng Yiluan and Ji Li, as well as Elder Cang behind the bookshelf, all had complicated expressions.

But Yan Rui and the man in the sword reminisced about the old as if no one was around.

The man in the sword said, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Yan Rui still asked arrogantly: "Just by the slightest breath on this girl, you can conclude that it is me?"

The man in the sword smiled and said, "Of course, even if you are wiped out and the catastrophe is gone, I can trace your remaining breath in every trace of air between heaven and earth." ”

Yan Rui smiled: "Hehe, you really know how to speak, after a thousand years, you still say such things, don't you feel ashamed?"

The man in the sword laughed: "Life and death have been seen through, the years have been worn out, what does it matter if you say anything now, what does it matter if you do something, what if you want to say it?"

Feng Yiluan and Ji Li stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two thousand-year-old demons, and couldn't help but look at each other.

No matter how you listen to it, I think the conversation between these two people is weird, and it seems to be ...... A thousand years ago, these two people seemed to have some inexplicable love entanglement.

Yan Rui said again without being angry: "I didn't expect that after a thousand years, you have become more and more open-mouthed. ”

The man in the sword snorted and said: "I haven't spoken for so long, so naturally I have to pick the most important thing to say first, in addition, I never thought that the Demon Venerable Yanrui back then would also end up in such a situation, sigh, sigh......" The man in the sword spoke, and the corners of his eyebrows showed a little sadness, and it seemed that he was indeed feeling sorry for Yanrui.

Yan Rui also sighed casually: "I didn't expect that the arrogant and domineering Chen Sandou was also trapped in a sword, and it was still a heavy sword that was not very practical." ”

"It's not practical, it's a huge size that fits me. ”

"Nonsense again!"

"It's spacious inside, turn around, what did I say wrong?"

Feng Yiluan and Ji Li listened to these two old demons say each other, and felt that the amount of information in these words was huge.

They knew that Yan Rui was actually a Demon Venerable, a Demon Venerable of the Seventh Grade.

And this sword spirit who is not considered a sword spirit, named "Dust Sandou", was probably a demon cultivator who killed people without blinking an eye in the past, and his cultivation was probably the same as that of Yan Rui, and the minimum should be at least the level of a sixth-grade demon lord.

In addition, if this dust three dou was accepted by a certain master of the Retreat Abyss Sect and stuffed into this heavy sword, then it means that a thousand years ago, there must have been a seven-rank Spirit Venerable level monk in the Retreat Abyss Sect.

So, it's so informative.

I only heard Chen Sandou ask Yan Rui again: "I don't know what your relationship is with this girl?"

Yan Rui smiled, and briefly talked about the agreement between her and Feng Yiluan, but before that, and how she met Master Feng Yiluan, she still didn't mention it.

These words are probably too long to say.

When Chen Sandou heard this, he suddenly turned his head to Feng Yiluan and said, "Miss Luan, the deity has a reluctant request, the deity wants to leave this place with you, I wonder if the girl can take the deity with you?"

Yan Rui interjected a sentence and joked: "I don't even call myself a deity now, and you are embarrassed to call yourself a deity in front of me? When it comes to the past, your cultivation has always been one level worse than mine, and now it seems to be even worse, what else do you call a deity?"

Chen Sandou, who had a sense of vicissitudes on his face, suddenly twisted: "It's smooth, besides, I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, I don't know how to call myself a good ......" As he spoke, he turned his head and asked Feng Yiluan: "So, can Miss Luan take me out of here?"

Feng Yiluan was stunned, what is the situation, is he very predominant, is he very close to demon cultivation, why do you have to stick to yourself every time you meet a demon cultivator, and you have to follow yourself?

And it's not good.

She looked at Ji Li and said, "This sword should be your ancestor's thing, and I can't make my own decisions." ”

Ji Li nodded and said: "This sword is indeed a magic weapon that has been passed down from several generations of this sect, since I can remember, this sword is by the side of the master, so you and I can't make the decision casually, we must first report to the master and the head,." ”

As soon as Chen Sandou heard this, he pointed at Ji Li and said, "You junior disciple is verbose! Don't mention any elders and heads to me, the deity has always been lazy to talk to you juniors. ”

"I don't know much about you, but in my impression, this heavy sword has been passed down from this sect for generations, how can it be treated so rashly?!"

After saying this, Ji Li turned around and crossed the barrier, bypassed the bookshelf, and went to explain the matter to Elder Shizun Cang.

Subsequently, he instructed the disciples on duty outside the forbidden land to invite the head of the sect to come to the meeting.

Half an hour later.

……

In the place where Elder Cangqiu self-banned, Elder Cangqiu, Head Cangxiao, Ji Li, Feng Yiluan, as well as this heavy sword, and Yan Rui in the painting, these people gathered together and argued about the whereabouts of the dust three buckets and the heavy sword.

Before arguing about this issue, Feng Yiluan once again took great pains to tell the agreement between himself and Yan Rui, and tried to persuade Elder Cang and the head of Cang to believe that Yan Rui would never come out to harm anyone, and Elder Cang and the head of Cang reluctantly agreed not to pursue the matter again.

Master Cang stroked his signature beard, exchanged glances with Elder Cang, and then said slowly for Elder Cang: "This heavy sword was cast by an extremely talented ancestor in this sect, and it was cast 1,260 years ago, and the sword is named 'Tunyun', which means 'Tunyun Shock'. At that time, the name of this sect was Lingyuan Sect. ”

Chen Sandou said impatiently: "You junior old man speaks in a good tone, listen to people who are anxious, let me speak." ”

Chen Sandou grabbed the conversation and said: "I don't know how I was sealed in this sword by your 'Shuhan Master', all in all, I had an appointment with that 'Shuhan', whether he was ascended or suffered, in short, as long as he is gone, I can regain my freedom, and I will no longer obey anyone in the Lingyuan Sect." If I meet a righteous monk that I look at, I can follow him and leave at any time, and no one in the Lingyuan Sect can hinder my stay for any reason. ”

After hearing this, Ji Li looked at Elder Cang and asked, "Master, is this indeed the case?"

Elder Cang and the head of the sect nodded together: "It is true, it is true." ”

Chen Sandou continued: "So after your ancestor Shuhan disappeared, no one in the Lingyuan Sect was qualified to use 'Tunyun', and I don't bother to have anything to do with any of you, the reason why I have been sleeping here for thousands of years is because I have never met anyone who can look pleasing to the eye, today, when I met this Luan girl, I decided to let her take me out of here, according to my agreement with Shuhan, you must not stop it." ”