"Why! Want to learn?"

Huang Jiulong raised his eyelids lightly, and asked his disciple in a fluttering voice.

Cui Puyang nodded intentionally, after all, the monk present at the moment, in addition to being afraid of that sword, that one either thought of himself or was the one who wielded the sword.

Others can't learn if they want to, after all, that's his Cui Puyang's master.

It's not that he Cui Puyang doesn't want to learn, so no matter how you look at it, it's a majestic sword, but suddenly, Cui Puyang seemed to remember something, and his face became three points faster than the sky, and he shook his head again and again: "If you don't learn, you don't want to learn, master, I'll go back and look at the sword more, and forget about the thankless thing like practicing the sword." ”

Huang Jiulong sighed lightly and said: "Hey, it's a pity, I originally wanted to teach you, after all, the master is only such a precious disciple of you, you don't want to learn, isn't it going to be lost." ”

Cui Puyang made up his mind and didn't speak, who knows what his master thinks in his heart, and he Cui Puyang has suffered less in this?

Huang Jiulong looked at his precious apprentice and was not in a hurry, the time was still long, according to his Huang Jiulong's cultivation that could not be lowered now, there was still a hundred years to live, and it was still a matter of waiting, so everything was still slow.

Suddenly, Cui Puyang seemed to have discovered something worth screaming, jumped violently, took a few steps back, pointed at his master, and shouted: "Ah master, isn't this a broken army, how can you wilt and slump without any spirit, and this, this is not a search, ah! ”

Cui Puyang seems to be counting the heroes on the platform, counting them one by one, like a number of treasures.

Coupled with the Chengying that was standing on Huang Jiulong's side, the ten swords of Sword City were already more than half, and there were six of them, in addition, of course, there were several swords on Huang Jiulong's side that were not attributed to the Ten Swords of Sword City, but they were definitely ranked high, slightly weaker than the ten swords.

It's just that he, Cui Puyang, only has a vague influence on these swords at most, but if he reports his name one by one, he can't do it.

The flying sword protector gathered around Huang Jiulong's side, so Huang Jiulong at this time was full of sword intent, gathered but not dispersed, and it was particularly difficult to provoke.

Those flying swords were in a clear position to tell the people around them not to approach.

Of course, he, Cui Puyang, who has been able to sleep with a sword in his arms since he was a child, is naturally not one of them.

Lei Zhenggang was also looking at the "senior" who dragged him off the way to escape, and suddenly felt that the previous senior who was a mountaintop powerful sword cultivator no matter how he looked at it was not as good as the current one, who obviously only cultivated in the lower three realms, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a sword cultivator, but more like a senior who held a sword.

He Lei Zhenggang didn't stupidly think at this moment that the "senior" of the Lower Three Realms in front of him could let him, Lei Zhenggang, the Xuan Emperor of the Upper Three Realms, slap him to death with one palm at will.

It's not about cultivation, it's an inexplicable feeling, otherwise he, Lei Zhenggang, would be able to keep his broken Banla Patriarch Hall?

Huang Jiulong got up, and the sword intent moved, like the guards standing around him.

It was originally walking very slowly, but it was unusually fast when it fell into the eyes of everyone, because those were not only the natal swords of the monks of the upper three realms, but they were also a weapon that was not of the highest grade but was especially superior to the top grade.

Sword cultivator sword in hand, no grade and no order.

Therefore, when these sword intents that were once famous and famous were around him Huang Jiulong, the swords and swords all pierced through the air, piercing through the mysterious space.

On the way of cultivation, in addition to cultivating to reach the Triple Heaven of the Xuan Emperor of the Three Realms, only the sword cultivator can use the sword to break through the void and fill the ravine.

Cui Puyang doesn't have this ability, according to Huang Jiulong's consistent tone, that is, you kid has less swords, and his Taoism is low, so he has to look at swords more.

So Cui Puyang had no choice but to puff out his cheeks and shout at Huang Jiulong: "Master, where are you going?"

Huang Jiulong didn't look back, his face showed a shallow smile, his hands were pinned behind his back, and the two wide gray cuffs were about to fall to the ground, and he replied slowly as he walked: "Go home." ”

Cui Puyang's small face froze, he was stunned for a moment, and asked without any confidence: "Sword City?"

So Huang Jiulong stopped, and the several surrounding swords around him also stopped in an instant, turned around, and said, "What's the matter?

Cui Puyang didn't speak, anyway, it was a mistake to say it, and it was a mistake not to say it, but with a smile on his face, he strode forward, only to feel that his whole body was full of energy.

The master and apprentice, one big and one small, one tall and one short, walked side by side, and the sword intent was like a wall like a guard.

Cui Puyang calmed down, puffed up a lot of strength and said to Huang Jiulong: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely look at the sword very seriously when I go back this time, and I won't let it go at all, in addition to those two words and searches, how about I add one more to warm up in the snow?"

Huang Jiulong turned his head and said softly: "I didn't expect that my good disciples have learned to pick soft persimmons." ”

Among the ten swords in Sword City, although Wen Xing in the snow is the fourth, his sword soul is notoriously good-tempered.

Cui Puyang's face was as usual, but he still didn't speak, after all, what should he say about it? With a bold voice, it is not possible to say a sword with a higher ranking?

And if he said it, it was water that was spilled, and he Cui Puyang immediately said that he would add a handful of snow warmth, and he couldn't "want" it back after all.

After that, let alone in front of his master, even in front of those sword souls, he Cui Puyang didn't dare to raise his head.

Huang Jiulong suddenly took Cui Puyang's hand and said softly, "Don't look at the sword, how about the master teach you to practice the sword, just like the sword just now?"

Cui Puyang replied without raising his head: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely take a good look at the sword after I go back, and show all the long and short swords in the Sword City, do you say yes?"

Cui Puyang's words are a slender sword of more than five feet, the sword body is particularly thin, and the blade is particularly cold.

Aggressively reversed the sword light, Shuo Shuo was pressing, so frightened that Cui Puyang had to glance over his head, anyway, his master is by his side, how can you still think about it with a broken sword?

As for facing it alone in the future, what do you want to do so much now?

It's okay to admit in front of the master, what is the matter with a broken sword.

So he Cui Puyang's head was hit by a sturdy chestnut.