Suddenly, Wang Bin was interested.

"The three of you, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

Wang Bin said, looking at the three little guys in front of him, he became interested for a while.

"Senior, you are still willing to accept me, I am a waste!" Mu Yingming said, "Xiangshi, say that I am the fate of the lone star, and I will kill the people around me." Since he was a child, he was sent by his father to learn art, and he killed 8 masters one after another. ”

"That's because their lives aren't hard enough!" Wang Bin said lightly.

"No, they got the heroic sword of my Sword Sect, and they must be disciples of my Sword Sect!" Jian Hui said: "A thousand years ago, the founder of the Sword Sect, the Great Sword Master, would have a great calamity from the Shenzhou of Tui Bei Tude, so the true hero who could delay this great tribulation for hundreds of years in the future generations cast this sword at the top of the Cold Mountain 'Sword Peak', and injected inexplicable sword intent into it. ”

"Haha!" Wang Bin sneered: "There is a catastrophe in heaven and earth, the weak are afraid of catastrophe, and the strong tear apart catastrophe!" From this point of view, the ancestor of the Sword Sect, the so-called Great Sword Master, is just a weak person! ”

"Don't insult my ancestor!"

Pojun shouted.

"What is a hero? Alive yes scum, dead fools! Wang Bin sneered, disdainful of the so-called heroes, "You two, let's throw away these two hero swords!" The Heroic Sword is an ominous sword, and the ominous has defeated the four fierce soldiers such as the Sword of Defeat, the Heavenly Sin Sword, the Great Evil King, and the Peerless Good Sword. ”

"As the master of the heroic sword, he is doomed to the tragic death of his parents, the tragic death of his wife, the loss of children and daughters, the betrayal of his children, and the death of his life...... In short, the most bitter thing in the world is the master of the heroic sword! ”

Wang Bin sighed, thinking about the tragedy of the nameless future, which was extremely miserable.

"What saves the world, what blocks the ten demons, it's all! All the people in the world are dead, so what, as long as the wife and children are well, it is a sunny day! If you become a hero, the price is the tragic death of your face and the tragic death of your son, then you would rather not be this hero! ”

Nie Feng was originally a sunny boy, but for the sake of the so-called hero, as a result, Meng died, Kong Ci died, Youruo died, Dugu Meng died, these confidantes died one after another, and they could have opened the harem, but it turned out to be like this.

Fortunately, it seems that God doesn't want him to live too badly, and he has a second dream to live.

Finally, the female pig's feet are not all dead!

And Bu Jingyun is also extremely tragic, constantly dying heroines, and even cuckolding once, and breaking her arm, it is simply the second generation of Yang Guo.

These sons of luck have been living too hard, and if it weren't for the luck of the protagonist, they would have died more than a dozen times.

"You, this is the Adversary?" Jian Hui said resentfully.

"I know I'm the devil, so don't get out of here!" Wang Bin said disdainfully: "Within ten breaths, get out." Otherwise, I will destroy your whole family, kill you all over the house, and kill all the Sword Sect! ”

"Haha, I want to see how many means you have!" Jian Hui was furious, and with a wave of his hand, he drew his sword and slashed.

Brush Brush Brush!

Between the swords, the power is overwhelming, which can be called earth-shattering.

"It's too weak!" Wang Bin said disdainfully, and with a wave of his hand, a palm slapped out, as if the mountains and rivers were shattering!

Hula!

In a palm, Jian Hui only felt a huge impact coming, and his body was knocked away and rolled off the cliff.

"Daddy!"

Fear flashed across Pojun's face, and he fled in panic.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?" Wang Bin said again, looking at the three little ones with a smile.

"You're too murderous, you're the big devil?" Mu Ying said.

"Hahaha! Silly boy! Wang Bin suddenly smiled and felt extremely interesting: "Children pay attention to good and evil, right and wrong, and adults only pay attention to interests!" A person, in his twenties, in his thirties, is still a child can be understood; But when I reach the age of fifty, I am still a child, and I can only say that there is a problem with my IQ! ”

"Be a man with benevolence and righteousness, but you can't be a bad person......"

As he spoke, Wang Bin waved his hand, and a strong surge came, and suddenly, Mu Yingxiong and Mu Yingming only felt a strong surge, and as soon as their hands were released, the two hero swords automatically flew out and landed in front of Wang Bin.

"Hero sword, hero sword, there is no need for heroes in the world!"

Wang Bin waved his hand and slapped it, and the power was furious like thunder.

Click!

Click!

The force of the storm came. It was like a landslide, and a crisp sound came.

The two heroic swords broke inch by inch, turning into a pile of stones scattered on the ground.

The hero's sword is broken, there are no more heroes in the world, and there is no need for heroes in the world!

"You ......"

The two teenagers watched the hero's sword break, and immediately felt as if their hearts were broken, but the next moment, they felt that in the dark, the shackles on their bodies seemed to be about to be untied, and they gained great detachment and great freedom.

"Not a little monk!" Wang Bin suddenly looked at the little monk, "Your master, but the monk emperor!" ”

"Exactly!" That's right.

"Legend has it that I heard that the monk has a 'mirror of the heart' on his forehead, which can see all the things in the world in the red dust, and the magic is endless, but is there such a thing?" Wang Bin suddenly asked.

"There is indeed a small bronze mirror with a diameter of three inches embedded in the forehead of the family teacher, but whether he can see all the red dust is not something that the little monk can know!" He said slowly.

"Legend has it that there is a "Heavenly Crying Sutra" between heaven and earth, and after the mud bodhisattva gets it, he can know the past and future, the infinite changes between heaven and earth, and many secrets between heaven and earth!" Wang Bin suddenly said: "I don't know, is it because the sky is crying, or is it the mirror of the heart?" ”

"The poor monk doesn't know!" That's right.

"Heaven and earth have a destiny avenue, advanced people are proficient in divination, boasting that they can know the past and the future, those soothsayers see the future calamity, delusional to change the future, change the future calamity...... Wang Bin pointed slightly: "But I don't know, this is actually the calculation of fate!" The soothsayer, who is just a puppet of fate, only sees a corner of fate, and it is this corner that fate deliberately exposes. ”

"Fortune tellers, who claim to know fate, are actually just puppets of fate, what they do is only a part of fate, promoting the development of fate, only exacerbating the catastrophe!"

"Go back and tell the monk that it's best to destroy the mirror, this is a bad thing!"

"Knowing too much, it is the greatest calamity in heaven and earth! The Great Tribulation of the Thousand Autumns comes from those who are old and immortal, but it is triggered by those prophets...... There is no need for heroes! The world is the world of the people of the world, and the catastrophe is naturally borne by the people of the world, not just a few people to save the world! ”

"The world does not need a savior, it does not survive with Shun, and it does not perish!"