"It is rumored that a generation of sword kings and seven masters will fight together at the top of the Forbidden City, but the seven masters have disappeared without a trace, and the sword king and the other seven masters have all died under their own weapons. ”

"But the details are only known to the talker. ”

"Old man, tell me what's going on?"

It turned out that this was in a tavern, an old man was telling a story with a wooden board, and the so-called Seven Masters and the Sword King were also said by him, but it was difficult to distinguish between the true and the false, but the Seven Masters and the Sword King he said disappeared together, which is true.

There were some people sitting around, all of whom were eating melons, and at this moment the old man said, "I want to know what will happen next.....

Everyone said in unison, "Listen, will it decompose?"

"No, no. ”

Everyone asked in unison again, "Is that?"

"Do you see the gong and drum in my hand?" he turned the gong and drum upside down and brought it to the crowd.

"Hey, it's going to collect money!"

The crowd was not pretentious, they did want to know what happened next.

Those who have money pay money, and those who don't have money help shout a few times, this old man is not hypocritical, and those who don't give money also listen.

After a while, he received dozens of dollars on his gongs and drums.

He continued contentedly.

Rumor has it that another person appeared at the time of the decisive battle. ”

In a corner of the tavern, a young man frowned, he was none other than the Sword King.

He muttered, "How would this man know?"

Yes, when he was fighting against the other seven masters, there was a person, and that person was extremely powerful, and he killed the Iron Cloth King who cultivated the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt on the spot with just one punch, and the rest of them immediately aimed their fingers at that person.

He fell into deep thought, and listened carefully again.

"Someone?

The old man said, "I don't know. ”

"I don't know what you said too?"

The crowd laughed at it.

The corners of the old man's mouth curled and said, "You know?"

As soon as these words came out, they were silent, and they knew that they did not know.

The old man continued, "Don't interrupt me, I'm going to get to the point!"

Taking advantage of this quiet gap, the old man continued, "That person actually fought with the Eight Great Masters, and the Eight Great Masters, including the recognized Sword King, are not opponents. ”

"Really?"

"The Sword King is so strong that he is not an opponent?"

The old man continued, "With just one punch, I killed the Iron Cloth King who cultivated the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt. ”

Sitting in the corner of the tavern, he frowned, this person looked like an ordinary person, with no power at all, how could he know about these secret things?

He looked at the old man carefully, he didn't understand, he didn't know, and he was a little confused.

But what happened next was wrong, and the old man continued, "After killing the Iron Cloth King, he actually used the Sword King's best sword move, a little mang, to kill the Wind Leg King on the spot. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone had a look of sudden realization, no wonder this person is so powerful, it turns out that he knows the martial arts moves of the eight masters!

He was not interested in listening any further, this man was just nonsense, but he was right.

He returned to the inn, went upstairs, closed the door, and carefully took out the things in his bosom, a book, and two porcelain vases.

He vaguely remembered that scene as if it was yesterday, a person could actually fight against their eight masters without falling behind, this was something unimaginable, and finally they finally knew, this person was a cultivator!

A legendary cultivator?

In the end, a few of them couldn't accept it, a cultivator defeated them, among them, the Wing King was killed in battle, the knife was shattered, and the people died, in short, there were seven seven or eight casualties, and he was the only one who suffered only a small injury.

That time he understood the horror of cultivators.

It turns out that there is still such a person in the world?

From this booklet, he saw a map, and the end of this map might be the so-called Xiuzhen Kingdom?

He didn't know, he wanted to see, he wanted to see what a cultivator was.

He is called the Sword King, is the world sealed, he is just an orphan, was picked up from the snowy outer door, and hit the iron for a few years, was taken back to the mountain to practice swordsmanship by a person, and then the sect declined, the sect disappeared, he took a few exercises in the sect and left, and then he understood the secret book of swordsmanship, after Dacheng, killed the sect that killed his master.

Since then, he has been incognito and has become the king of swords.

Now he knew that there was another kind of person who was stronger than him, which made him a little excited, and a little afraid, how powerful that person was, one person against eight people, although he still died under his sword in the end, but it was enough to be proud.

He was going to go there and have a look, but before that, he had one thing to do.

He took out a few more exercise cheats from his arms, these exercises were not the same, but they were all swordsmanship, as for the other exercise cheats he got from the hands of the "cultivator", he couldn't understand it, and it was too different from any of the exercises he practiced, so he didn't dare to learn it rashly.

He picked up a few exercise cheats, put them in his arms, and lay on the bed waiting for dark.

At night, there was silence all around, only the sound of crickets.

He got up from his bed, opened the window, jumped out of it, and disappeared into the darkness.

He galloped away in one direction.

When I got to a house, I stopped.

There was a cooing cry, and a child opened the door and walked out.

"Brother, are you here?"

"I'm coming. ”

The Sword King stepped out of the shadows.

"Brother, what did you teach me today?"

"I've taught everything that should be taught, I'm giving you a book of exercises today, you have to practice hard and don't slack off. ”

"Brother, are you leaving?"

The child was keenly aware of something from the Sword King's words.

The Sword King said, "Yes, I'm leaving, I have other things to do." ”

The child nodded, a little reluctant, "I see." ”

"Yes, good boy. ”

The Sword King selected one of the five exercises in his arms and handed it to him, "That's it." ”

The child picked it up with some excitement, diluting the reluctance to leave, and he said, "Brother, what's your name?"

"What's the name?"

He was called Goudan when he was a child, and he was called Wang Dan when he grew up, but he named himself Yang Wenhua, and later called Wang Chutian in the sect, and later others called him Sword King.

King Egg is the abbreviation of Bastard, this is the name given to him by his adoptive grandfather, what is his name?

If he chooses one, he would rather be called a king egg or a bastard than practice any bullshit swordsmanship, and if he can, he would rather be a blacksmith.

The Sword King looked at the child at his feet and said, "The Sword King is also called Wang Chutian, and he is also called Wang Dan. ”

He vanished, leaving only a dazed child, and the child said, "Bastard, King Chutian, Sword King?"

The Sword King listened around the corner, and he knew that he was recognized as a bastard.

But it doesn't matter, it's all in the past.