"Senior Brother Yan, it's really you!"

In an inn in a small city of cultivating immortals under Jindaomen Mountain, Yan Shixun looked at Yan Ziye, his eyes full of surprise.

He had been lurking in the Golden Sword Gate for a thousand years, and as a price, the Void Sword Sect also allowed him to enter the reincarnation mirror and gain a lot of chance.

But after all, he is not the genius that the Void Sword Sect focuses on cultivating, on the day the reincarnation mirror is broken, no one will make a move on him, and all the memories that happened in the reincarnation mirror have long since disappeared, and only some mental techniques learned in the reincarnation mirror are left in his mind.

Naturally, he doesn't remember the role he played in the reincarnation mirror, it will be Yan Ziye's father, the feudal official of the Dahan Kingdom, and the county guard of Qinghe.

He only remembered that Yan Ziye was famous in the Void Sword Sect back then, and his talent was brilliant, as long as he was a disciple in the sect, there was no one who did not worship him, and even in his heart, he had already determined that Yan Ziye would be the next generation of sect masters.

But no one expected that Yan Ziye would disappear not long after he came back from the reincarnation mirror.

Yan Ziye saw Yan Shixun's expression of surprise, his expression was quite strange, although he knew that many of what happened in the reincarnation mirror were illusory, but he still couldn't help but care.

"Senior brother, where have you been all these years?"

Yan Shixun looked at Yan Ziye, as if he had found someone to talk to, and the coldness of being an elder of the Golden Dao Sect on weekdays turned lonely, "I haven't been back to the sect for hundreds of years, and I don't know if my friend back then is still... Remember me. ”

Yan Ziye's eyes flashed, he didn't answer his words, and said slowly: "In the eyes of those cultivators, you died a thousand years ago. ”

"What?!"

Yan Shixun's heart was suddenly shocked, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "Why?" ”

Yan Ziye shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "To the sect, what are we?" Even if it's me, if I don't become a half-emperor in a day, I'm just a tool that can be thrown away. These...... You have been cultivating for many years, so you should understand. ”

"Actually... That's ......"

Yan Shixun's expression was even more lonely, originally because he met the brilliance in Yan Ziye's eyes, he disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Yan Ziye watched Yan Shixun in silence and relieved himself.

Although there is a suspicion of rebellion, what he said is the truth.

Those who were sent out by the Void Sword Sect to be spies will not end up much better, and the various benefits promised by the sect are just a flash in the pan, and there are very few who can really get that huge reward.

Like Yan Shixun, who has been living outside for thousands of years, the top leaders of the sect have long distrusted them, and even the information they occasionally get from them will be combined with other spies to confirm the truth and falsehood.

"Hehe......"

Yan Shixun shook the wine glass in his hand, and suddenly laughed lowly, his voice seemed to contain sand, extremely sour, "In the cultivation realm, human affection is the most valuable, and it is also the most worthless, now I still remember my Yan Shixun, I'm afraid I can count it on one hand." ”

When Yan Ziye heard this, he knew that it was hot, and pretended to hesitate: "You... Want to go back and check it out? ”

Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, and then his expression was moved, "Senior brother! Do you have a way? ”

Yan Ziye nodded with a smile, and then shook his head again, "I'm sensitive, so it's not good to take you back." However, there is an opportunity right now, if you seize it, you may be able to break through the shackles of the Void Sword Sect and obtain a brighter path to cultivation. ”

Yan Shixun's face changed slightly, "Senior brother......"

Being able to be a spy in other sects for so many years without being discovered, he is not a fool, and the meaning of Yan Ziye's words made him shudder.

Traitor?!

"You can rest assured."

Yan Ziye held down Yan Shixun's trembling hands, "You and I have the same surname and family, I won't harm you." Won't let you risk doing anything. As long as you do your part, leave the rest to my brother. ”

"Duty?"

Yan Shixun's eyes were full of hesitation, Yan Ziye was not annoyed, he laughed lightly and pointed to the Golden Dao Gate.

"It couldn't be easier for you."

Yan Shixun looked at the Golden Daomen Mountain Gate in a daze, still not understanding, but he quickly understood.

Bang!!!

A purple streamer fell from the sky and slammed into the Golden Daomen Mountain Protection Array, until the plaque of the Golden Daomen Hall was smashed to smithereens, and the original form was revealed—a purple dagger.

"What's that?!"

"Our sect's main hall has been smashed!"

"What!"

"Senior brother, come out quickly, something big has happened!"

“……”

A huge roar resounded through the mountains, the main hall was destroyed, and the entire Golden Dao Sect disciples rioted, and not long after, Jin Zhentian, the master of the Golden Dao Sect, flew out of the main hall with all the elders violently.

"He Fangxiao is small, dare to be presumptuous in my Golden Dao Gate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pleasant female voice with a sneer sounded, "It's me." ”

The wind danced in the void, Su Dieyin's skirt was hammered, her phoenix eyes were as cold as a knife, her face was cold, and Ling Qinglan followed silently behind her, extremely low-key.

"It's you!"

Seeing Su Dieyin, Jin Zhentian's gaze changed, and the moment he opened his mouth, the sound wave turned into an illusory golden knife and slashed towards the void.

Looking at her actions, she actually wanted to kill Su Dieyin immediately, so that she had no chance to speak.

Su Dieyin was not panicked, but smiled: "Uncle, are you so anxious to let your niece die?" ”

As he spoke, Ling Qinglan raised his head to reveal a plain face, he only took a step forward, his sleeves waving.

Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite!

The golden knives that were so sharp that they scattered like eggs hitting stones.

Seeing this scene, whether it was Jin Zhentian or the other elders of the Golden Sword Sect, they all showed shocked expressions.

Person...... It is definitely not the cultivation of the Transformation Period!

Didn't Jin Zhentian say that after Su Zhuo's year, the Su family would have no backer?

Why did he come out with the power of the Tribulation Period, and still protect Su Dieyin?!

For a while, all the elders panicked, but only an old man in a dark gray Taoist robe frowned, stared at Jin Zhentian, and asked, "She calls you uncle, her proud daughter?!" ”

Jin Zhentian looked at Ling Qinglan, who looked indifferent, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and when he heard the old man's question, his face became even more ugly, and he said stubbornly: "Uncle, you have to listen to this demon girl's nonsense, if the younger brother has a daughter, how can I let her fall outside?" ”

"Hehehe......"

Su Dieyin saw Jin Zhentian quibbling, and immediately chuckled, and said sarcastically, "This old man, uncle, he is right, after he learned that I was left behind, he couldn't wait to send someone over with a knife to get close to me." ”

"You are the owner of the second room of the Su family, Su Dieyin!"

Some elders didn't know the truth and recognized Su Dieyin's identity, and immediately snorted coldly: "Su Dieyin, have you forgotten that the twenty-five sects in the Kyushu region must not kill each other, otherwise it will cause all the sects to attack each other!" ”

Jin Zhentian suddenly perked up when he heard this, bowed to Ling Qinglan, and said with a heartfelt voice: "This master, although the villain doesn't know what Su Dieyin promised you to help her like this, but the iron law of the Kyushu region is unbreakable, if you insist on harming my sect, even if it is based on your cultivation, it will definitely be more auspicious, but think twice!" ”

Jin Zhentian said as he observed Ling Qinglan's reaction, hoping to see some information from his face, but he was disappointed.

Ling Qinglan was expressionless as if she hadn't heard his words.

Su Dieyin saw that Jin Zhentian was still struggling, and couldn't help laughing, smiling very happily, "I have been wandering outside since I was a child, robbing food with wild dogs, and robbing clothes with beggars, if it weren't for my adoptive mother's kindness to take me in, there would be no Su Dieyin today."

In recent days, there have been some changes in the Su family, which have nothing to do with my second room, but I didn't expect that someone would take the opportunity to assassinate. Thanks to this thorn, I understand...... It turns out that my revenge has not been avenged. Jin Zhentian, don't you want to get my father's exercises? I'll give you a long eye! ”

At the end of Su Die's words, his face was suddenly full of murderous intent, and his hands pinched out a magic trick that made Ling Qinglan change color.

"Give it to me!"

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Three flying swords shot out from the Qiankun Ring, killing Jin Zhentian in the form of a pin.

Jin Zhentian immediately sacrificed a bell-shaped magic weapon to block the flying sword, but his face was much more ugly than if he didn't block it.

The proud sword duel he was looking for was actually in Su Dieyin's hands, and ...... Exposed in this moment!

"The proud sword, this kid ......"

The old man in the gray robe looked at Su Dieyin, who was full of murderous intentions, his lips trembled, and a pair of old eyes instantly moistened, "The old man's granddaughter is still alive!" ”

"This is the proud sword duel of the previous sect master!"

"She's really the Sect Master's daughter!"

Many elders who didn't know were also shocked, the proud sword was the last sect master's trick to press the bottom of the box, the sword move was weird and unpredictable, and every time it was sacrificed, it would definitely see blood!

But since the inexplicable violent death of the previous sect master, this sword technique has also been lost, although Jin Zhentian is Jin Chengao's own brother, he has not inherited this sword technique, and no one knows where the sword technique went.

But now, there is finally an answer.

And this answer...... Very unusual.

For a while, many people's eyes looking at Jin Zhentian became weird, and even many people faintly distanced themselves and dissociated themselves.

The other few who are unrelated are rolling their eyes, as if they are looking for a way to escape.

Jin Zhentian also wanted to escape, but the middle-aged Mai with an ordinary face put too much pressure on him, and he couldn't take a step except for barely being able to resist the constant sword light in Su Dieyin's hand.

But he guarded the front, but he was able to release a cold sword beside him.

Poof!

The gray-robed old man fiercely plunged the flying sword into Jin Zhentian's heart, and his cloudy old eyes were full of red, as if they were about to drip blood, "You killed my daughter, and you also killed your own brother!" Brute, take your life!! ”

Jin Zhentian's eyes widened, and blood splattered against the flying sword in his chest, but the gray-robed old man's hand was even harder.

Su Dieyin saw the opportunity with a fingertip, and a golden ray broke through the gap in the round bell and inserted it into Jin Zhentian's throat.

Whoop –

Blood gushes out like a fountain!

"Ho ho ...... I'm not reconciled! ”

Jin Zhentian covered his neck, his body fell soft, he never thought that his momentary greed back then would bear such evil results.