The sunlight outside shone into the dim ancient hall, and the yellowed codex on the table was the most conspicuous!

Without him, just because of the three words "Sword Master"!

Legend has it that the Sword Saint Recipe was created by Yi Tianxing, the first city lord of the Holy City.

Yi Tianxing cultivated to reach the Martial Saint Realm and was revered as a Sword Saint.

Since Yi Tianxing's longevity was exhausted and he left behind the secret realm of the Holy Mountain, he founded the "Sword Saint Technique", which has attracted much attention!

Within a radius of thousands of miles from the Holy City, the three sects and one valley, various families, and strong people have been searching for thousands of years, but they have not found them.

Long Buqi walked over to the table and looked at it.

"It's just a martial saint, what kind of powerful sword trick can he create. ”

After a few glances, he threw it away.

He has no shortage of exercises, and there are not a few heavenly martial arts treasures in his memory, how can he fall in love with the sword technique created by a sword saint?

In the ancient temple, look around.

Spirit Grass, Refining Materials, Source Stones...... is his favorite.

It's a pity that the ancient hall is empty, and it is estimated that even the rats are too lazy to patronize.

"Huh?"

Long Buqi glanced at the layout of the ancient hall again and found a clue.

"It's a good Yi Tianxing, I was almost deceived. ”

The dragon weapon quickly deduced, and it actually hid the layout of the formation.

"Fighting in the Circle?"

The result of the deduction made him a little puzzled.

The Dou Rotation Array is similar to the Teleportation Array.

The teleportation array is a long-distance teleportation, while the bucket rotation array has a relatively short distance.

"What is the use of this ancient palace's hidden fighting array?"

This is what he does not understand.

ClickClick......

Twelve swords were slashed in a row, and the Douzhuan Formation was broken, and twelve source stones were dug out.

Underneath the Dou Xuan Array, there is an empty pool hidden.

His pupils constricted at one glance and stared tightly.

"Not long ago, the fight turned blood!"

I smell the thick smell of blood!

Reminiscent of the miserable white corpse found earlier, bleeding into the ground.

Where did all this blood go?

Long Buqi's cold hair suddenly rose, and there was a bad premonition.

The Sacred Mountain Secret Realm has been opened for thousands of years, and during this time, how many talented martial artists have died?

There seems to be a huge conspiracy hidden.

"You have to get out of here as soon as possible, it's not a good place. ”

Long Buqi decided not to explore further.

It's none of his business.

Carrying a bundle of ancient swords, he strode out of the ancient hall.

"Young master, the dragon is gone!"

The two disciples of Lieyang Valley and Yang Tianhu did not leave, and their eyes were unwilling to see Long Buqi carrying a bundle of ancient swords, humming a minor tune and heading down the mountain.

It made their eyes blood-red, and it was what was supposed to be theirs!

A disciple glanced at the ancient hall with interest.

"Young master, let's go in and take a look, maybe there are any other treasures. ”

Syllable!

Yang Tianhu slapped him to the ground.

"Idiot!"

He roared like a mad lion.

"Long Buqi, that kid digs three feet into the ground, will he leave us a treasure?

Another disciple cautiously asked, "Then ...... Do you want to take a look?"

Yang Tianhu's face was cloudy, staring at the ancient hall with the broken gate, and hesitated.

The ancient hall has been "ruined" by the dragon!

In front of the two juniors, as arrogant as him, how can he pick up the broken shoes worn by others?

If you don't go, it's a pity, what if there are treasures in it, and the dragon doesn't find it?

It's not likely, there's always a possibility!

"You go check it out!"

In the end, Yang Tianhu decided to go through the "broken shoes" and send a junior disciple to go, so that it was a wise decision not to be ashamed.

The Lieyang Valley disciple walked into the ancient hall and soon found the Sword Saint Technique that had been discarded on the ground, and he shouted excitedly.

"Found it, found it!"

He took the Sword Saint Technique, rushed out of the ancient hall frantically, and held it in front of Yang Tianhu like a treasure.

"It's the Sword Master!"

Yang Tianhu snatched it and looked at it impatiently.

"Juggernaut Thirteen Style!"

His pupils widened, confirming that it was the real Sword Saint!

Yi Tianxing, the first city lord of the Holy City, ruled the world with the thirteen styles of the Sword Saint!

Now, the Sword Master's Thirteen-Style Sword Technique was exposed in front of his eyes!

"Hahaha......"

Yang Tianhu was ecstatic, the major families were looking for thousands of years of Sword Saint Duel, but the final winner was him!

The two disciples complimented.

"The Burning Sun Valley will definitely dominate the Holy City!"

"Young Master Hexi, it won't be long before he can surpass Yun Mudi and become the first person of the young generation in the Holy City!"

Yang Tianhu stroked the quaint sword saint technique, and couldn't put it down, as if he was treating a first love.

Suddenly, he frowned, and looked at the disciple who had just entered the ancient hall with murderous intent.

"How can there be a footprint on the scroll? Are you blind, you actually stepped on it!"

The disciple's expression was bitter, more ugly than crying.

"Young master, I didn't step on it, but when I picked it up from the ground, there was a footprint on it. ”

"Picked up on the ground?" Yang Tianhu's face was gloomy and terrifying.

The two disciples were as quiet as cicadas, and their expressions were a little strange.

Just now, only Long Buqi had entered the ancient hall, and there was no doubt that this footprint was stepped on by Long Buqi......

Thus, it is deduced that an unacceptable fact is that the Sword Saint Technique was thrown on the ground by the dragon!

"Long Buqi, I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Tianhu's face turned red, turning the color of pig liver, and he clutched the Sword Saint Technique tightly.

......

Long Buqi carried a bundle of ancient swords down the mountain.

As for who picked up the Sword Saint Recipe in the end, he didn't care.

When more than a dozen Yunxiao Sect disciples saw the ancient sword, greed flashed in their eyes.

Every ancient sword is a treasure!

They know the dragon and the weapon, and if they are alone, they will never dare to pay attention to the dragon.

As the saying goes, wine strengthens people's courage, and if there are many people, it can also strengthen people's courage.

With the support of the Yunxiao Sect behind them, they glanced at each other, slowly blocked the way, and they all laughed.

"Long Buqi, we are disciples of the Yunxiao Sect, aren't you tired of carrying so many ancient swords? ”

"That is, people who practice martial arts should help each other. ”

"Helping others is the foundation of happiness. ”

Their eyes all fell on the ancient swords, and the more they looked at them, the more they liked them, and they always felt that they had a fate with these ancient swords.

Long Buqi glanced at them, and the corners of his indifferent lips rose slightly.

"Get out. ”

Pop out this word.

It seems that saying one more word seems wasteful.

More than a dozen Yunxiao disciples' faces stiffened.

"What if you don't roll?"

"There are so many of us, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

"Our Cloud Sect ......"

Yes!

Before he could finish speaking, he screamed.

Roar!

The dragon does not have the power of the sea whale in the body, and the huge power swings in all directions.

Raise a leg like a steel hammer and kick it out!

Blasted more than a dozen Yunxiao Sect disciples into the air.

ClickClick......

A crisp sound swinged!

There are four, the body is kicked over, and it is planted on the ground like an upside-down onion, humming and chirping as if drunk!

There were five of them, who were kicked more than ten meters away, and hung on the fork next to the tree and screamed again and again!

The remaining seven, kicked like balls, rolled far away, clutching their abdomen in pain, their bodies bent like shrimps, and the severe pain made their faces pale and cold sweat broke out all over their bodies.

Long Buqi glanced at it coldly.

"Remember, as long as you provoke me, I will clean up the same sect no matter what sect you are, understand?"

More than a dozen Yunxiao Sect disciples hurriedly nodded like pounding garlic, full of fear.

This is the strength of Long Buqi today, terrifying! Refining the body sevenfold, proud of the younger generation, simple and single-footed, they can't parry.