Lu Wushuang carefully took out a wooden box from his ring.

I saw that the wooden box was simple to make, but there was a faint trace of essence of wood attribute aura.

"Master, the treasure that the disciple just mentioned is in this wooden box. ”

Lu Wushuang presented the wooden box with both hands.

Yuan Jian Zhenren felt the essence wood attribute aura emanating from the wooden box, hesitated for a moment, and then took the wooden box and opened it carefully.

After taking out the calligraphy in the wooden box, Yuan Jian Zhenren gasped slightly, and looked at Lu Wushuang again.

According to what Lu Wushuang said before, as well as the inferences of the high-ranking people of the Taixuan Holy Land, the person who wrote this calligraphy was most likely an immortal from the upper realm.

As you can imagine, this calligraphy is extraordinary.

If that senior is really a nether immortal, it means that this calligraphy is the top treasure in this world.

Hiss!

Seeing Lu Wushuang nodding, Yuan Jian Zhenren, who was frowning, gasped, and then unfolded the calligraphy in his hand as if walking on thin ice.

Evening.

Slowly opened, the first small seal ancient characters into the eye.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, the momentum is magnificent, in one go, and the handwriting is free and easy.

Wow!

In an instant, a vast sword intent enveloped the entire sword hall almost instantly.

Personally feeling such a magnificent sword intent, Yuan Jian Zhenren's pupils shrank, and his arms couldn't stop trembling lightly.

In particular, the old face was full of shock, excitement, excitement, awe and other complex looks.

Not bad!

Although it is only one word, it contains such a majestic sword intent, and you can imagine what kind of attainments the painter has in the way of the sword.

After calming down, Yuan Jian Zhenren slowly unfolded the calligraphy with trembling hands, and his eyes were fixed on the calligraphy.

Evening.

Rain.

Sparse.

Curtain.

......

Just one sentence, ten ancient words.

However, in the eyes of Yuan Jian Zhenren, it was strangely thrilling, and every word contained a completely different sword intent.

The first word, although the sword intent is vast and majestic, it exudes a dead breath, which makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar in an instant.

The second word, the sword intent is incomparable, and all of them exude a fierce momentum.

The third word, although the sword intent is scattered, but in the chaos, it is filled with terrifying killing intentions.

......

Although the sword intent contained in the ten ancient characters is different, when this calligraphy is fully unfolded.

Instantly.

Not only Lu Wushuang, but also Rao is the mind of a strong man at the level of Yuan Jian Zhenren was constantly sucked into the artistic conception of calligraphy......

Woohoo!

Soon, Yuan Jian Zhenren's hair beard and robe were windless, and an ancient sword behind him appeared and floated, and ten thousand rays of light burst out, exuding a vast ancient aura at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, a condensed golden sword qi swirled around the body, and the strong mana surged, and the whole person looked almost like a sword immortal.

"It seems that the master must have a great understanding, and maybe he can break through the realm of stagnation for thousands of years in one fell swoop......

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lu Wushuang's beautiful face was full of joy.

But soon, Lu Wushuang's expression couldn't help but darken, and he shook his head lightly and sighed.

"This calligraphy contains a lot of kendo true meaning, but like my current cultivation realm, I can only comprehend a trace of kendo creation. ”

Seeing that Yuan Jian Zhenren had signs of a breakthrough, Lu Wushuang walked towards the outside of the hall.

"A few junior disciples, the master has already shown signs of a breakthrough, these days, you must stay here, before the master comes out, no one is allowed to step into the sword hall for half a step. ”

"Senior Sister Lu, is the master really going to break through?"

"You just need to remember to stay here, and you will know when the master comes out. ”

Lu Wushuang solemnly instructed the group of disciples stationed in the Sword First Hall, and then turned around and left.

At this moment, a rainbow light fell from the sky and fell straight outside the Sword First Hall with the door closed.

"Holy Lord?"

"I'll see the Holy Lord!"

"Wushuang, I have seen the Holy Lord. ”

The person who came was none other than Changxuan Zhenren, the holy lord of the Taixuan Holy Land.

When the disciples of Spirit Sword Peak saw that the Holy Lord was in person, they all bent down deeply and made a compilation, respectful.

Changxuan Zhenren put his hands behind his back and nodded symbolically, feeling the aura of kendo emanating from the Sword Hall, he couldn't help but look suspicious.

"Wushuang, it looks like your master is about to break through?" Changxuan Zhenren asked lightly.

Lu Wushuang hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "Back to the Holy Lord, judging from the signs, the master and his old man do have signs of a breakthrough. ”

Changxuan Zhenren glanced at Lu Wushuang vaguely, and said: "Your master has stopped at this realm for nearly two thousand years, presumably breaking through at this time, he should have gained some kind of opportunity and creation, right?"

Lu Wushuang was stunned, slowly raised his head, and looked at Changxuan Zhenren.

A peaceful smile appeared at the corner of Changxuan Zhenren's mouth, and as soon as his mind moved, the mana around his body surged.

Faintly, he seemed to have cast some kind of secret technique, temporarily sealing the space where he and Lu Wushuang were.

"Wushuang, your master's ability to break through at this time should have something to do with your descent this time, right?"

In order not to make Lu Wushuang feel guilty and be too stubborn, Changxuan Zhenren tried his best to ask in a calm tone, and the smile on his face did not fade.

Of course, Lu Wushuang's previous performance outside the Taixuan Palace, he was aware of it.

Moreover, Lu Wushuang was the person in charge of Spirit Sword Peak's trip to Xiaochi Town to recruit disciples this time.

Lu Wushuang hesitated and nodded: "Returning to the Holy Lord, the disciple went down the mountain this time, and by chance, he did get some chances. ”

"In Koike Town?" asked Chang Xuan Zhenren pointedly.

Lu Wushuang nodded nondeniably.

"Wushuang, can you tell the old man all the things you have happened to Xiaochi Town this time. ”

At this moment, Rao is Changxuan Zhenren, an old man who has lived for thousands of years and cultivated to an unfathomable level, couldn't help but feel excited, showing a trace of excitement and excitement on his face.

Lu Wushuang nodded, and then spoke eloquently......

Although she is a true disciple of Spirit Sword Peak, she is also a disciple of Taixuan Holy Land.

Now, the Holy Lord personally asked, and she naturally couldn't hide it anymore.

Nearly a stick of incense has passed, and under Changxuan Zhenren's continuous questions, Lu Wushuang told Changxuan Zhenren the details of starting from Taixuan Mountain to leaving Xiaochi Town with almost no reservations.

"Haha!"

After listening to Lu Wushuang's narration, Changxuan Zhenren burst out laughing.

Now he was convinced that the young owner of the evergreen grocery store was a peerless figure.

Moreover, this peerless figure promised Lu Wushuang that he could come to seek advice at any time in the future, which meant that this peerless figure would not leave Xiaochi Town for the time being......

Thinking of this, Changxuan Zhenren couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Wushuang, there is such a peerless figure staying in the territory of our Taixuan Holy Land, and I am willing to guide you, my Taixuan Holy Land can still prosper for 100,000 years." ”

Lu Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully.

Changxuan Zhenren carefully measured Lu Wushuang and said with a smile: "Wushuang, after your master is out of the customs, let him come to see the old man." ”

"Holy Lord, are you leaving?" Lu Wushuang wanted to speak.

Chang Xuan Zhenren smiled and nodded, and then the mana around his body surged, slowly rising into the air.

As a result, dozens of feet in the air, Changxuan Zhenren turned his head to look at Lu Wushuang, and said solemnly: "Wushuang, from now on, you will be the saintess of my Taixuan Holy Land." ”

"Ahh

Suddenly, not only Lu Wushuang was stunned, but even the disciples of Spirit Sword Peak were also stunned.