"Are you?" Yang Hao's eyes.

"You walked very fast, in the sword rice behind the mountain. Brother Zhu didn't slow down, and also caught up with Yang Hao.

Yang Hao frowned and nodded, saying that he was afraid of flying down from the mountain.

Soon after, Yang Hao came to the back of the six peaks and sat in a valley that looked like an ordinary valley.

This is where ancestors are closed on weekdays, or where ancestors can leave their inheritance without their elders.

On weekdays, it is a no-go place. If all the disciples were not called by their ancestors, they would not have known to set foot on the sword field. If they are not summoned into the Valley of Swords, they may be abolished and released from the Clan Gate.

Yang Hao paused slightly. He casually glanced at the moss-covered stone tablet, and could vaguely see the words "sword rice field".

Yang Hao accepted his gaze and walked towards the valley.

Kenmi looks small on the outside. It seems like an ordinary small valley. Even spiritual energy is very rare, but there is something else in it.

Yang Hao walked in the sword rice field, only feeling that the spiritual energy here flowed quickly and was very rich, if it was in practice, I am afraid that the speed would be several times faster than that of Liufeng!

Looking up at Yang Hao, there was no straw in the rice and the sword. There are broken swords and old swords everywhere, but even if they are, they give off a very powerful sword.

"These swords should be swords that are not gifted in the sect area......" Yang Hao enjoyed. Will he be able to put these old swords into the rice fields of the swords? In this way, before he dies, all the swords will at least be repaired in the territory of Jindan?

For tens of thousands of years, these six swordsmen didn't know how many powerful monks had fallen.

Many battlefields were killed, some by accident, and some at the end of Shouyuan.

Jian Mi, full of many unwilling sword forms, with a sad bath, in the sword rice, constantly flashed into cash.

"Very good..."! Yang Hao liked it a little.

"How do you feel?" Yang Hao's voice came from his ancestors.

Yang Hao quickly turned around and said, "Disciple Yang Hao, look at Tilozu." ”

The head of the old ancestor, looking at those old swords, was a little nostalgic.

"This old man has passed through more than 2,800 cars since he was 21 years old......" The old man muttered to himself, as if talking about Yang Hao.

"The old man was not the most gifted disciple at first, but in the end he survived...... Landing in the same deep ......!

"Among the swords and the rice, there are my elders, my teachers, my teachers and sisters, my teachers, my brothers and sisters, ......"

"More of my children, teachers and nephews, apprentices and grandchildren......"

"More... My couple, my children... The sword of the man without pride is buried here......!

The old ancestor said that even if he exhaled, looking at the sword, the color of the memory became stronger in his eyes.

"Ancestor..."! Yang Hao looked at Ancestor. At this time, he felt the dignity of a collector in the palm of a Six Musketeers, even with the slightest movement of the ball.

At this time, the old ancestor, an ordinary old man, stood in front of Yang Hao, recalling more and more.

The old ancestor shook his head, waved his sleeves, and led Yang Hao to the cave.

The cave of the ancestors is very simple, it is a large stone room! There is a jade bed, a few catties.

"When my husband deduced for you, there was only a hint of death, so here, my husband first judged that you were dead......" the ancestor sat down and said.

"It's really such a disciple, one foot has indeed entered the ghost gate, but ......" Yang Hao hesitated.

"Well, everyone should have their own secrets. The old man let go of his hand and told Yang Hao not to tell the reason.

"Actually, there are no pearls, only one pearl...... I used to think that he was an ordinary piece of jade, but it was not until the beginning of his cultivation that it was very mysterious...... Yang Hao thought about it, or maybe it was because of his ancestors.

Yang Hao said: "Because of this pearl, I can survive and make great progress. ”

"What is the bead saying is strange...... The old ancestor must frown, and then he will not ask, after all, the great Alu of Kyushu is so vast, a little he doesn't know that this will be normal.

"Is anyone chasing you using black air technology?" the old man asked with a fixed expression.

"The darkness of technology?" Yang Hao jumped up and took out a box of long knives and daggers from the storage bag, all of which were entangled.

"Is this an instrument?" Yang Hao asked carefully about the situation of the wing.

"Look, my husband is looking for you to see if there are any hidden dangers in you. The old man frowned, as if he was a little uneasy.

Yang Haowen listened to the language and returned to his ancestors.

After the old ancestor Yang Hao came back, Yang Hao only felt a rough accidental technical force sweeping through his body.

"Not even the slightest gloom has left ......!" the old ancestor's voice sighed a little.

"Yin Qi?" Yang Hao asked, turning his head.

"The Great Extraction of the Ten Thousand Years Daoist is a technical tool developed from ghosts. Once in the general body of the monk, it will continue to erode the general body of the monk until the monk dies.

Yang Hao scratched his head and let Yin's first breath invade his general body. He didn't pay much attention. He also hopes that his family will find a solution to the problem.

"It's the ancestor ......!" Yang Hao took out a piece of rusty iron from the water pourer and handed it to the ancestor.

"Ancestor and his disciples can see what this is......" Yang Hao waited for a long time.

The old man picked up the rusty iron sheet and looked back and forth. Then he argued.

That piece of iron doesn't even bend.

"This ...... Is it empty gold?" The old ancestor was a little surprised when he saw it, and wondered why Yang Hao had made such a valuable meeting.

"This shouldn't be a record...... You look, wait, "Old Dao Zu, and then, he set fire to the metal.

Even if the ancestor only released a wisp of fire, Yang Hao felt very hot now, and even his skin and body were scorched.

The old ancestor looked up at Yang Hao and waved his sleeves with a smile. Yang Hao had more light all over his body, which made Yang Hao feel much better.

Soon, the rust stains on the iron began to peel off, and the handwriting was faintly visible.

Half an hour later, all the rust spots on the iron sheet were counted. The old man withdrew the fire and waved his hand again. The time around Yang Hao was gone.

"This is the inheritance ...... orthodoxy!" The old man looked at the iron sheet, shook his head, and handed it to Yang Hao.

"Old Ancestor, is it..."! Yang Hao asked tentatively.

"This is a tradition that has been handed down thousands of years ago......" The color of fear in the eyes of the ancestors has not yet dissipated.

"If you pour mana into it yourself, you can see it. The old man said with a smile.

"You're lucky to have a doll. You can even find such treasures. ”

Yang Hao looked at his ancestor with strange eyes.

"I just want to tell you that this is a great tradition called the Heavenly Dao...... Known as the first tradition from antiquity to the present day... And what is recorded here is the thought of the true true ghost of the Sect, Heavenly Fist. "The old ancestor said that even if it is, let Yang Hao go and see it in person.

Yang Hao lifted the iron sheet, and only saw a few strokes, but none of them.

The old man smiled and took a piece of jade straight away.

"Close your eyes. The ancestor said.

Yang Haowen listened to the words hesitantly, but closed his eyes.

Suddenly, if Yang Hao's head was hit by a hammer, it seemed that something was stabbing Yang Hao's head.

The pain didn't last long. After the pain subsided, Yang Haolu's brain sensed more things.

Yang Hao was surprised to find that he could read the words on the iron business card.

"At that time, my husband engraved it directly into your heart. The old ancestor said with a smile.