Huang Jiulong turned his head at dusk, held down Cui Puyang's little head with one hand, and opened the five fingers of the other hand, so the long sword Chengying was held in the palm of Huang Jiulong's hand as if he was throwing himself into his arms.

Whether it is Yu Zhenjian, the body of the reincarnation of the gods and men who has reached the Triple Heavenly Sword Cultivation compared to the borrowed cultivation, or the weaker Emperor Xuandi Triple Heavenly Xuan Cultivator Yang Zhantian, it is the martial cultivation Lu Qi'er who fell from the half-step Eight Realms to the Seven Realms from the same god ruins, all of them are passively accepted.

And only he, Huang Jiulong, took the initiative to discover it in an instant in advance.

So, Huang Jiulong regarded himself as a successor, the next gatekeeper disciple of Sword City, pushed back, held the sword in one hand, and stepped into the black hole that was like a black mirror and swallowed an extremely ancient aura.

In fact, he told Cui Puyang why he wanted to watch more swords, instead of practicing swords, and another reason why he Huang Jiulong didn't say it, that is, whether it is for him or Cui Puyang, when he gets bored of practicing swords, it may be a thousand years, it may be two thousand years, or three or four thousand years, and if he dies, he will only be like this.

As a result, Cui Puyang will find that no matter how he practices his sword, he will face a particularly important mental examination, which is the examination of the sword in the sword city for them, the gatekeepers.

If you lose, you won't die, but from now on, these gatekeepers are no longer the gatekeepers of Sword City, but the gatekeepers who have never lost those swords in Sword City.

Sword City and Sword City are two distinct consciousnesses.

So since he was a child, he has been clearly telling Cui Puyang that he should look at swords more than practice swords.

However, for this disciple of his own, who secretly practiced two swords, three or four swords, he Huang Jiulong would not stop him.

The master leads the way, but the path of cultivation is entirely personal.

And the path of this disciple of his own is destined to be very long, and one path will not work, and it will take hundreds or thousands of years to re-walk the other.

Is it possible to think that he Huang Jiulong was born like this?

In the long night of nearly 9,000 years, he Huang Jiulong climbed the mountain back and forth five times, and walked five completely different mountaineering paths.

The short ones have not reached the peak of the Xuan Emperor, and the long ones have the Upper Three Realms Xuan Emperor Triple Heaven who has cultivated as he is now.

Since he Huang Jiulong is like this, what is his own disciple afraid of.

Furthermore, if he chooses a good journey for his disciples, he will take more roads in the future, and the only thing he can do is to guide his own disciples, which is like invisibly telling his disciples that there is a correct path, so even if he fails and walks a dead end, there is still a way to choose.

In his Huang Jiulong heart, he still said that sentence, the road is long, his cultivation is far away, just take your time, don't worry, you really don't need to worry.

But even if it's fast or slow, what will it be?

The four people who stepped into the black hole all had one thing in common, which was not a coincidence, that is, the front foot stepped into the black hole, and the back foot stepped on the ground.

And the light of the eyes is also like blinking a long eye, and after the blink, the light is pouring in.

On the top of the peak, there is still the black stone floor that has obviously been emptied, and at the edge of the slightly outer, a small square pavilion stands alone, and in the small pavilion is a one-legged round stone table that is extremely incompatible with the small pavilion.

On the two stone benches in front of the stone table, a woman in a bright red robe, wearing beads, a ruddy complexion, and a pretty face that made people feel jealous.

The man who seemed to be sitting lazily and casually opposite the woman looked so unsatisfactory, although a face was not so ugly, but it was definitely plain and unsurprising.

How many perfect storytellers who like talented and beautiful women should secretly hammer their feet and say that the sky is unfair.

Lu Qi'er has never left the small pavilion with dark skin since he hit the ground, eight points are placed on the woman in red, and two points are placed on the ordinary man opposite the woman in red.

After confirming the identity of the woman in red, ninety percent of Lu Qi'er's eyes were on the man opposite the woman in red.

The eyebrows are tightly tufted, and the eyes are not good, especially the kind that is not good.

If there was a monk who could kill people with his eyes, I am afraid that the mortal-looking man would have died many times.

Yang Zhantian first looked around, his eyes swept one by one, Lu Qi'er, a martial cultivator of the Seven Realms, naturally needless to say, he was already half an acquaintance who didn't know each other.

The summit of the mountain that the monk climbed was very large, boundless, and at the same time it seemed to be very small, so small that there were only a handful.

On the left side of Wu Xiu, who he half acquainted, was a young monk in Tsing Yi, but when he Yang Zhantian roughly understood the other party's cultivation, Yang Zhantian no longer regarded the other party as a young monk, a Xuan Emperor Triple Heaven cultivation is forgotten, no matter how he Yang Zhantian is, no matter how reluctant he is, it is also a triple heaven that has really crossed the threshold, but the other party is from the inside out, and even his hair and beard are showing the slightest wisps of terrifying sword intent, and he knows that it is a sword cultivator with his feet, and a sword cultivator who does not hold a sword is a strange thing。

After all, the cultivation is so high, and there is no need to hide it, but it is not without that kind of mountain peak realm powerhouse monk who is full of quirks.

On the left, Yang Zhantian was already a little slightly hanging, and he suddenly felt that he was on top of a high cliff.

In the Great Perfection Realm of Emperor Xuan in the Upper Three Realms, the gray-robed old man with wide cuffs was definitely the one with the highest cultivation that he Yang Zhantian had seen, and there was no one.

Forget it, obviously he can't feel the slightest sword intent on the other party's body, but he is holding a long sword that can be called extraordinary no matter how you look at it, he Yang Zhantian, the Xuandi Triple Heaven, and the extraordinary in the eyes of the monks of the Half Array Alliance, is really extraordinary.

What's the matter? It's a quirky mountaintop powerhouse? It's okay to like to play with a sword, either a sword cultivator or simply like a sword?

It's just that when the gray-robed old man with extremely wide sleeves seemed to notice his Yang Zhantian's prying eyes, turned his head with a smile, and glanced at him Yang Zhantian, Yang Zhantian, the Triple Heaven Xuan Emperor, intuitively felt a chill down his back.

Because in the depths of the other party's eyes, he saw wisps of awe-inspiring sword intent that seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes.

It was like a wild beast that was about to break out of the cage, and then roared at him Yang Zhantian bared his teeth.

As for the weird man and woman in the pavilion, he Yang Zhantian didn't even look at it or think about it.