The reason why he looked back at the purple-shirted man was not because he Chu Liang noticed anything unusual, but because the other party took the initiative to come to the door.

There were sudden microwave ripples in the lake of Zhihai, and then words were condensed.

It is a very strong voice.

"Senpai, I know that sword. ”

The purple-shirted man had a smile on his face, quite a kind appearance, and he didn't think that there was anything wrong with his predecessor, which was extremely natural.

Chu Liang was not carried away by this senior, and his vigilance was raised by one or two.

The peak of the second realm Xuanwang of the middle three realms, crossing a major realm level, and seeing through himself, the third realm Xuanhuang of the middle three realms, is not a plain thing that makes people feel dike?

It is nothing more than two possibilities, one is that the other party's cultivation is very high, so high that he Chu Liang can't see through it for the time being, and the other is that he is like that thin female monk, with a heavy treasure.

Moreover, in his conscience, the purple-shirted monk is more likely to be the former, or even the two are juxtaposed, there is no impossibility.

Moreover, the other party's words of "knowing that sword" even more bear the knowledge of his vision of the extraordinary, if you think about it carefully, how can you know the extraordinary with your vision? Is it possible for an ordinary third- or fourth-rate sect to be a small family for two or three hundred years?

So at this time, Chu Liang was divided into three, two points looked at the little man holding the sword who called himself Uncle Cui, two points looked at the rest of the monks, and one point was wandering away from the rest of the place, such as the road behind him, or the way that was intercepted by someone in front of him.

The remaining five points were all thrown into the purple-shirted man beside him.

Before the purple-shirted man could tell the glorious history of the Shadow Sword, the monks were the first to hear a voice, a female voice, not pleasant and crisp, plain and ordinary.

Chu Liang turned around and looked for it, and saw the woman who was listed as one of the four by himself.

The woman's voice was neither loud nor small, not so much for everyone to listen to as for herself.

"Sure enough, it's the Chengying, but the Sword Emperor has obviously been dead for five or six hundred years, and none of the disciples can pick it up. ”

So that look is at most a delicate thin woman, and her eyes are sleepy and look at the "Uncle Cui".

The thin woman's words woke up a lot of sect monks present, all of whom dared to call the children of the sect with a background, and they still had the knowledge in the end.

As a result, there was a sword cultivator who was like a sword cultivator, a mid-Xuan King sword cultivator who was even more ruthless under the cage of sword intent, his face changed sharply, and he said uncertainly: "Could it really be him......?" How is this possible!"

The monks around him all came with strange eyes.

So the mid-Xuan King sword cultivator could only smile, then lowered his head in contemplation, raised his head, his eyes were deep, and he said in a calm voice: " Moyo is eight or nine hundred years ago, the predecessor who was destined to dazzle was born, his life can be called a legend, a hundred years are just mediocre under the three realms, once held the sword in the hand, from the second is different from everyone, ten years to learn the sword, twenty years to practice the sword, thirty years to travel with the sword, and forty years to understand the sword, and finally at the age of two hundred, did a sensation that was known to all the sect in Zhongzhou. ”

So there is the stone that is also famous in the vein of Yiyun Peak, and the stone that is engraved on the stone steps of Yiyun Peak on the road crossing of the road "lose your sword".

The Xuanwang Sword Cultivator who spoke eloquently was still a little embarrassed, after all, it was something that a sword cultivator like him and more sword cultivators in Zhongzhou dreamed of, and the one who left a name for the sword cultivator was the real sword cultivator.

And it is even more unimaginable to make the ancestor of the Mu family who left the Heavenly Sect admit in person the last sentence "lose your sword" sword cultivation.

In the middle of King Xuan, the sword cultivator came back to his senses and continued to speak: "Moreover, the Sword Emperor at that time was only the Sword Emperor of the First Heaven. ”

In the middle of the crowd, it was a light breath, the first heaven crossed the second heaven and faced the triple heaven directly, and it was also a difficult thing for Rao is sword cultivation to be able to fight beyond the ranks.

The thin woman lightly said the name of the Sword Emperor who was famous for a while, reached the peak of his debut, but returned to silence at the peak, the Ten Thousand Sword Emperor.

Just like his shadow, there are ten thousand wisps of sword intent, ordinary sword cultivation is afraid that he is greedy and can't chew it, but that Ten Thousand Sword Emperor is unique, the more sword intent the better, so much that he can turn sword intent into prison.

The mid-Xuanwang monk who was carrying the sword sighed lightly and said: "But as far as I know, since then, the Ten Thousand Swords Emperor has disappeared, and has never appeared, it is like a flash in the pan, and it has returned to silence, and that rumor has reached the top grade six, The seventh-order divine sword Chengying also disappeared, or fell into the hands of the old ancestor of the Mu family who left the Heavenly Sect, after all, the ancestor of the Mu family at that time just lost a sword, and the sword cultivation thousands of years ago also had a tradition of losing the sword and keeping the sword and then winning the sword. ”

In the crowd, a monk said: "Could it be that kid is the disciple of the Sword Emperor who won the sword of the old ancestor of the Mu family in your mouth." ”

So more than 30 eyes looked at Cui Puyang in unison.

At this time, Cui Puyang couldn't stop laughing because he heard the words of the monk who was held in prison by himself.

After seeing everyone's eyes, Cui Puyang stopped laughing, then straightened up, and said extremely seriously: "That's right, I'm the disciple of the Sword Emperor or something, or my favorite disciple of the closed door, I am extremely talented, and I practice my sword very quickly, how about it? ”

And in the cage of sword intent, trapped in the heart lake of all the monks, there was a sudden ripple of the heart lake.

Ripples form sentences.

"Fellow Daoists, the sword array in front of me is about to collapse, but I don't know if any Daoist friends are willing to fight with each other This great opportunity. ”

Chu Liang looked at the purple-shirted man, and at this time, he was finally sure of the other party's cultivation, and he felt more and more cold.

The monks under the cage of sword intent are not fools, and naturally they know what this so-called chance is and what it means.

The person who stands in the way, and the sword in the hand of the person who stands in the way, are all chances, and they are also a big chance that can be called the sky.

And that's just what they can see, and what they can't see may be a big opportunity.