In his mind, especially if there was a burst of winter thunder, Wang Yusheng, who was like an explosion, didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly spoke: "I know it's wrong, master, master!"

The black phantom villain grinned and raised his right leg, which weighed tens of millions of pounds, and the lake returned to peace and tranquility in an instant.

Wang Yusheng was sweating profusely on his forehead, and the whole person was extremely untouched by the elder demeanor of his uncle's generation, if it weren't for that unchanged face, who would know that this person was sitting on top of the Taihu Peak Patriarch Hall not long ago, strategizing.

Before Wang Yusheng could recover his strength, a voice of anger sounded, "Who?"

Then the face of a young monk dressed in the robe of the inner disciple of the East Heavenly Gate appeared in front of his Wang Yusheng's eyes.

Although the young monk's face and appearance are not particularly handsome, they are definitely not bad, and in addition to the sword held by the other party and the wisps of sword intent that linger all over his body, he is afraid that he is an extremely rare mountain sword cultivator in this East Heavenly Gate.

There are only a handful of sword cultivators in the East Heavenly Gate, and there are a few fewer than those mountain monks who can put a wooden chair in the Patriarch Hall, so every sword cultivator is the treasure of the East Heavenly Gate, the kind that is afraid of melting in the mouth.

Wang Yusheng looked at the other party, only to feel that the other party was somewhat familiar, but there was almost one-tenth of the Zhihai Lake missing in his mind, which was not much lighter than being hit hard, so he could be said to be a little bit uneasy, and he was not able to identify this young sword cultivator in time.

However, that sword cultivator seemed to recognize him Wang Yusheng, and shouted at him suspiciously: "Uncle Wang?"

After the young sword cultivator got closer, after seeing Wang Yusheng who was embarrassed, he still recognized Wang Yusheng, who was not very sure, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Wang Yusheng, and asked suspiciously: "Uncle Ancestor, why are you here?"

Although Dongtianmen did not say that there was a ban in the sky at night, as the Taihu Peak where the Patriarch Hall was located, there would still be people looking for errands at night, and it just so happened that the young man with the sword in his hand was the monk on duty tonight.

Vaguely, Wang Yusheng seemed to know who the young sword cultivator who supported him was, it was a talented disciple who Wang Yusheng thought he was promising, and the reason why he, a very high-ranking monk of the Eastern Heavenly Sect who sat on the wooden chair of the Patriarch's Hall, remembered this young sword cultivator was because he Wang Yusheng still planned to accept this talented sword cultivator not long ago, and the reason why he didn't accept it immediately was because he Wang Yusheng planned to teach the other party a lesson or two, and then sit absolutely, so the young man of sword cultivation in front of him naturally didn't know that there was a great and great opportunity before and quietly approached him step by step, It's just that when he Wang Yusheng felt that the black phantom villain in his mind did not hide it at all and was extremely rich in killing intent, he Wang Yusheng had to sigh lightly in his mind, there were some things that he Wang Yusheng couldn't decide when he sat in the ancestral hall, not to mention the current Dongtianmen monk who was just a talented monk.

Cultivation talent is very important, but the word luck is also essential, otherwise it is like his extremely beloved only son, who has become a disciple of the sect in the mountain gate, the kind with a promising future, not the kind that dies miserably halfway and destroys all souls.

Wang Yusheng said softly, the young man holding the sword was about to ask suspiciously, but suddenly at this moment, a great and inexplicable fear lingered in his heart, and before the young man holding the sword could discern the situation, he looked up with feeling, and a big mouth of blood spurted out, from the head of the master uncle who was in his mouth, suddenly rushed out, and fell down against him.

In the end, it was half a sword cultivator, so he drew his sword out in an instant, but the tip of the sword was not yet out of the sheath, and the bloody mouth had already covered the top of his head, and the faint sword intent was like a meteor that flashed and disappeared in the sky.

After a long time, the young sword cultivator who was lying on the ground with an extremely bleak appearance suddenly opened his eyes, and the normally normal mouth suddenly became even larger, and the mouth opened to reveal the two rows of sharp teeth in it.

The young sword cultivator who was obviously dead but resurrected smiled and raised his head to look at Wang Yusheng, who was still on the ground, and then stood up, lowered his head, and looked at himself carefully, as if he was looking at a piece of clothing and jewelry that he had just bought, and muttered softly: "Not bad, not bad." ”

The young sword cultivator who remembered something turned his head to look at Wang Yusheng and said, "Although the sword intent is a little thin, it is indeed a particularly pure sword intent, hey! Boy, there is still a sword cultivator here who has cultivated to a high point." ”

Wang Yusheng thought about it, first shook his head, and then suddenly remembered something, and a few words popped out of his mouth: "Master of the East Heavenly Gate." ”

The young sword cultivator squatted down, looked at Wang Yusheng and said, "You kid won't be trying to trick me into killing that little guy, you can go and make that chair, don't you know if he has sword intent or not, I can feel it?"

Wang Yusheng shook his head and said: "It's not him, he's just a deputy head, the real head is his master, but he has been ignoring this mountain gate for a hundred years, but a hundred years ago, he Lu Xiucai was a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator at the peak of the Xuanwang realm." ”

A strange look of joy appeared on the young sword cultivator's face, and he opened his mouth and said, "Xuanwang peak?

Wang Yusheng wanted to nod, but he shook his head and said: "A hundred years ago, it was the peak realm of the Xuan King, but now it is a hundred years later, and I don't know if it is still the peak realm of the Xuan King, but if it is really as you said, this world is really as you said, it is a chess piece played by a very high person, and everyone's cultivation is not as good as the Xuan Emperor, then he Lu Xiucai can only be the peak of the Xuan King." ”

The young sword cultivator smiled and said: "This world is naturally forbidden by others, but it is only for Xuan Xiu, for sword cultivation and martial cultivation, it is not a little useless, the reason why you have not seen a monk who has cultivated to break through the peak of the Xuanwang Realm is nothing more than two points, one is that the cultivation talent of you people is too poor, not to mention the Xuanhuang Realm, even if it can climb to this Xuanwang Realm, it is a rare existence, and there is one point." ”

When the young sword cultivator said this, he turned his head to look in a certain direction, and Wang Yusheng also followed it, only to feel that the direction was somewhat familiar.

The young sword cultivator continued softly, "The rest of those who can reach the Xuanhuang realm are nothing more than death. ”