In the northern part of the Lanyu Continent, it is cold and desolate, the mortals here are tall and strong, and the warriors here have superhuman perseverance. There are many sects in the entire north, and the strong are like clouds, but the strongest is only the Sword Sect.

Unlike the Wuji Sect, the Sword Sect sits atop an iceberg in the extreme north. Although the place occupied is not large, less than one percent of the Wuji Sect.

But it can be said that the Sword Sect is an existence like a giant in the north, and countless sects look up to and can't climb the super power. Many sects are complacent about their relationship with the Sword Sect, and even many sects have sharpened their heads and want to attach themselves to Yuxia and listen to their dispatches.

But the Sword Sect is like a transcendent and noble swordsman, who only pays attention to the improvement of his own strength, but has no ambition to touch the world.

Legend has it that the first generation of the Sword Sect's sect master, Xiaoyao Sword Monarch, was once the number one master in the Lanyu Continent, but he was indifferent to fame and fortune and was obsessed with swordsmanship. Ignoring the peerless right to rule the entire Lanyu Continent, he closed his door all day long and cultivated without asking about the world, and finally realized the peerless sword technique and broke the void and floated away.

The entire Sword Sect seems to be deeply imprinted with the spirit and character of the first generation of sect masters, and each generation of Sword Sect masters is all intoxicated with martial arts, pursuing the ultimate in cultivation, and the entire sect is filled with a transcendent martial arts atmosphere from top to bottom.

It can be said that the Sword Sect is the most indifferent to fame and fortune but the most martial force in the entire Lanyu Continent, and the goal of their cultivation seems to be very pure, that is, the single pursuit of their own strength.

It is this environment that forges extraordinary geniuses. Although the Sword Sect is small, no super force dares to underestimate it. Every Sword Sect disciple who walked out had extraordinary strength, and there were many precedents in history where Sword Sect disciples swept away the geniuses of the same era.

This seems to be a tradition, if a disciple of the Sword Sect is not born, he will definitely be dazzling when he comes out.

But the Sword Sect does not only practice swords, but also has a sword hall, a gun hall, and a stick hall...... It's just that almost every generation is the strongest in the Sword Hall, and the sect masters of each generation are also from the Sword Hall, coupled with the relationship between the first generation of the sect masters, it is natural to give this name.

At this time, in an inconspicuous handyman room in the Sword Sect. A dark-skinned, thick-eyed young man was lying on a Taishi chair, holding a weed in his mouth, propping up Erlang's legs, and dozing lazily.

"Bang dang!"

The door was violently slammed open, and a fat man covered in flesh walked and trembled in.

"Boy, you can't find death, dare to doze off here, and light a fire for Lao Tzu!" said angrily with a pair of triangular eyes.

He is the housekeeper of this gang, although the position is not good, but he still has some authority, and the miscellaneous servants who come here are all assigned by him. This gave him the opportunity to fish for oil and water, and some sensible boys would go to him to visit the docks before they came, so that they could easily get through the hard days of labor.

This black boy is good, he doesn't do anything, and when he comes, he lies down on the spot and dozes off.

The black guy didn't open his eyelids, turned over and continued to sleep, leaving a mouthful of snort.

"How can this be true!" the fat man was furious, and stretched out his white flesh to fan it. If this palm falls on his body, it will hurt a little, after all, the fat man is also a master of true qi, and he has lived in the room for a long time, and his strength is surprisingly large.

"Whew!"

A breeze blew, and the fleshy palm that came like electricity seemed to encounter an invisible bond, and it was stiffly delayed in the air for a few seconds, and it happened to pass the side of the black guy's face.

The fat man's eyes widened, he looked incredulous, and slapped him several times, but every time he was dodged by the black guy so coincidentally.

The fat man was stunned for a while, looking at his strong and powerful palms, and then at the black guy who was sleeping and snoring. A trace of panic welled up in his heart, he was not stupid to be in this position for so long, and he knew that something was wrong.

The fat man stared at the black guy with his eyes, carefully stepped back step by step, retreated behind the door, and then quickly turned away.

Bang.

The fat man who was in a panic actually collided with an oncoming handyman.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, the little one didn't notice you!" The handyman hurriedly stood in place and kept nodding his head, with horror in his eyes.

This big fat man Wang is notoriously stingy and domineering, and he usually likes to find some miscellaneous servants to rectify the following, but he actually bumped into it today.

The middle-sized handyman kept regretting in his heart, and his mouth kept apologizing, he was the old man here, and he was most familiar with the situation here. Who can be offended, and who can't touch it, like this Wang is the latter.

"Let me ask you, who is the black boy sleeping here, and what is the origin?" said the fat man, grabbed the handyman's collar and whispered.

"Oh, you're talking about the new handyman, I heard that he is a freshman who lost in the gambling arena, what is his name Liu......?"

"The surname is Liu, by the way, isn't the 'madman' also surnamed Liu?" the fat man muttered to himself, looking up at the black boy in the handyman room, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally ran away.

"It's strange, Mr. Wang is a little different today. Hehe, but today the uncle is lucky, it's okay, haha!" the handyman hesitated for a moment and walked into the distance.

"It's also surnamed Wang, but Wang Xiaoyi's kid is much thinner. The black boy rolled over, and the snoring still came intermittently.

Da Da Da –

Not far away, a tall and heroic man dressed in white and holding a sword quietly walked over.

"Don't pretend to be asleep, as soon as your Uncle Liu comes, the always lively miscellaneous room is also quiet. The man in white grinned and walked towards the black boy, sat down beside him, and slapped his ass with his sword.

"Why, our brother Lang didn't go to practice swords, came to see the little brother. The moment the sword hit, the black boy rolled over on his side, and then sat up with his back against the young man in white.

Both of them are strange men who are as rich as jade and heroic, one is wild and uninhibited, and the other is suave. It was Liu Xingyu and Liu Lang.

Since they said goodbye to Weishan and Xiao Yi, they returned home, and rushed to the Sword Sect day and night to participate in the once-in-a-decade event. The two of them also entered the sect smoothly and became the outer disciples of the Sword Sect.

One is to stay in the Sword Hall, and the other is to stay in the Sword Hall.

"Madman, you're the ruthless character that everyone fears right now. Liu Lang said with a smile, the scene just now naturally did not escape his eyes.

"Cut, those boring people are the only way that they won't disturb my cultivation. But what do you mean by calling me crazy? That's all called out by boring people. Liu Xingyu raised his fist and said indignantly.

"No, I think it's a good name, haha. ”

The madman is the nickname given to Liu Xingyu behind the outsiders, it turns out that Liu Xingyu was ranked 108 among the newcomers when he came in, but he frantically challenged the top 100 newcomers, and almost every few days or even every other day, he would issue a challenge.

At first, some people laughed at him for not being able to do anything, but then the people who laughed at him gradually closed their mouths in surprise.

Liu Xingyu's challenge has both wins and losses, but as long as he has lost one game, he will definitely win back when he challenges the same person in the second game. Starting from the hundredth and all the way up to the tenth, there has never been a loss in one person.

Because of the speed of the challenge, the progress of the self is even more amazing, and the reputation of the madman spreads far and wide. This time he lost to the ninth-ranked newcomer and served on behalf of others.

"When will our madman fight back, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" Liu Lang said with a smile still grinning with a wink.

"The day after tomorrow, I've seen through that kid's moves. It's just that this place is clean, and I want to stay for two more days. As for you, you also mixed well in the Sword Hall, and suddenly broke into the top ten. But it has won glory for your lineage. Liu Xingyu turned his head and smiled, his big black eyes blinking slyly.

One of the two of them made a splash in the Sword Hall and directly broke into the top ten and then quietly cultivated for asceticism, the other was to enter the sect with hidden strength, and then they frantically challenged and fought all the way to the top ten.

"What am I, I'm just getting started, I don't know how Brother Wang is, have you participated in this grand event, and which sect have you joined?" Liu Lang looked up at Fang Liang blankly, and unconsciously came up with a god, and only here is Liu Xingyu that he will be the most relaxed and unvigilant.

"Don't worry, he will definitely participate in such a lively event. His eyes were burning as he left. Hmph, that kid must be harming others somewhere. Liu Xingyu snorted, spit out the weeds in his mouth, and stood up violently. A punch slammed out the window.

Boom.

A powerful wave of air rolled up and roared into the distance.