Just after a moment, an old man jumped out of the door, his divine sense swept away, this person was an eleven-star saint-level master.

Looking around, those who can have this kind of cultivation will definitely not be subservient to others, and this person must be the contemporary sword venerable of the Tibetan Sword Clan.

"It's really funny to probe your bones are only forty, and you have so many ways to enter the saint at such a young age!" Nangong Jianzun said as soon as they met.

Forty years old is indeed considered a young age for a cultivator, and looking at the entire Cloud Storm, it is difficult to find a second one who can reach such a height at this age.

Of course, it's not nothing, at least there are still a lot of people who have reached the holy level, so in recent years, it has been rumored in the West Pole that the century of gods is coming!

It's just that people like Ling Xiao who have entered the sainthood in all directions have indeed only seen him alone.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly when he heard this: "It's too famous, looking at Your Excellency's eleven-star saint-level cultivation, presumably Your Excellency is the famous Nangong Sword Venerable." ”

For the masters of the Western Pole, Ling Xiao still did his homework.

Although saint-level masters have surged in recent years, there are not many saint-level masters who have broken through the bottleneck of the adjacent three layers.

The bottleneck of the saint level is the same as that of the grandmaster level, three into four, six into seven, nine into ten, and enter the realm!

Only these nine into ten or more are the top leaders of the major forces and the three swords.

Nangong Jianzun looked at Ling Xiao meaningfully, for a long time, sighed and said, "There is no one in my clan who can do it as you think..."

In fact, Mo is a family of hidden swords, and it is difficult to find it even now.

Although dozens of people can be found above six into seven, there is only one Ling Xiao at this age.

"You're here... What's going on?" Nangong Jianzun asked lightly.

"I'm looking for you to cooperate. ”

"Cooperation?" Nangong Jianzun was a little puzzled.

Ling Xiao nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that you have some festivals with the Bright Holy Sect, I can join your Tibetan Sword Clan, and maybe I can do a little bit for you." ”

Nangong Jianzun smiled when he heard this: "Hahaha..."

I only heard him laugh, but I didn't hear him continue.

At this time, a man with a giant sword on his back and up and down as old as Ling Xiao also jumped out.

The cold glint in his eyes flickered, and he looked at Ling Xiao's expression as if he had some deep hatred.

Ling Xiao didn't think so, he only thought that the other party didn't know his intentions, so he would appear so hostile.

"What are you doing out here!

Nangong Jianzun saw the man come out at this time, and immediately shouted.

"Jian Zun, this is the mongrel of the Ling family, now it's over!" the man was a little angry when he spoke.

Ling Xiao's eyes immediately narrowed into a slit when he heard this, although he didn't know what was happening, it was obvious that he had come to the wrong place.

"Shut up!" Nangong Jianzun continued to shout.

Ling Xiao's divine sense probed that this man's cultivation had reached a one-star Dao Saint, and there was a vague momentum of breakthrough.

"My father is the way he is because of the Ling family! I have to avenge this revenge for my father!" the man said unrelentingly.

Nangong Jianzun's old face was very ugly at the moment.

The man in front of him is called the Three Truths of the Northern Darkness, and he is the new generation of the Tibetan Sword Clan.

Not only did he reach the saint-level realm at a young age, but he was also able to pull out one of the one hundred and eight divine swords of the Tibetan Sword Clan.

In fact, usually his majesty is also extremely high, but he is really pampered and arrogant by the three true bereavements of the Northern Underworld, and he usually does not contradict Nangong Jianzun, but Nangong Jianzun doesn't want to worry more about him.

"Four ways to enter the saint, seven-star sage?" the man immediately tested his spirit, and he was suddenly a little sluggish when he was eager to try.

"Looks like there's some misunderstanding between us..."

"No misunderstanding, if it weren't for the fact that your Ling family did such a thing to Aunt Linglong back then, how could my father be like this, and that wild seed..."

"Smack!"

"Shut up!"

A loud slap slapped Beiming Sanzhen's face, and the hot feeling made him even more annoyed.

Nangong Jianzun's scolding still made him shut up.

"Please go back, my Sword Clan doesn't need to cooperate with anyone. Nangong Jianzun refused.

In fact, without Nangong Jianzun opening his mouth, he also knew that cooperation was impossible.

It's just that the words of the Northern Soul Zhensan made Ling Xiao curious, although he had lost a memory, he was a member of the Ling family after all.

Others would not believe that he was the Asura Blood God of War, in the eyes of others, he was a member of the Ling family, and if there was an enmity, he would naturally be involved.

"It seems that cooperation is hopeless, and I will go back. But what do you mean by that?"

Ling Xiao's eyes opened, a cold glow flashed, and he asked at Beiming Zhensan.

Although the cultivation of the Northern Soul True Three is not as good as Ling Xiao, he is confident that he has a family heirloom divine sword in his hand, and the difference will not be too far, and after all, this is the territory of the Tibetan Sword Clan, and Nangong Jianzun is on the side, he expects that Ling Xiao will not dare to do anything.

Nangong Jianzun's face was still hot from the slap just now, but he just looked at Ling Xiao viciously, without words.

At this time, another man of the same age as Ling Xiao walked out slowly, gave a salute to Nangong Jianzun, and said lightly: "Jianzun, can you let me talk to him alone?"

Nangong Jianzun looked at the man a little stunned, as if he didn't expect the man to appear, and then sighed and motioned for Beiming Zhensan to leave as well.

Beiming Zhensan also looked at the man with a vicious look, glanced at Ling Xiao again, and reluctantly followed Nangong Jianzun to turn around and return to the palace.

"Is your second uncle okay?" the man asked lightly.

"Who are you?" Ling Xiao asked with a small nod.

As for his second uncle, he hasn't seen him for fifteen years, so he really doesn't know if it's good or not.

"My name is Nangong Yi, let's two... Kind of cousins. Nangong Yiwan laughed at himself.

Ling Xiao couldn't understand what he was at all when he heard this, this sentence was indeed a bit informative, although he knew some things from Ling Xiaoluo and Qing Ruxue what Ling Xiao had done before, but he didn't know so many details about the original.

"Could it be... Am I really amnesia?"

At this time, Ling Xiao began to doubt his memory, because there were too many things he didn't know.

But what he always remembered was that he crossed over at the critical moment under the rule of Emperor Yun, because of the confusion of memory and pain, and then he was directly tied up by the second daughter.

After that, he left for the Cangyan Continent, and in the past fifteen years in the Cangyan Continent, he fused with his divine spirit little by little, and finally remembered it

"It shouldn't be... It should just be the previous master's business. Ling Xiao thought in his heart.

"Cousin, how do you say that?" Ling Xiao asked puzzled.

Nangong Yi said lightly: "This matter... It's a long story..."