The main city of the first level of the nine districts is Dongying.

To the south of Dongying Castle is a huge landmark building that covers an area of about thousands of hectares, the Sword Nest.

The main body of the sword nest is seven giant giant swords, which seem to be messily inserted into the ground to form a sword array. Around these seven greatswords, there are seventy-two medium-sized greatswords and one hundred and eight small greatswords. Of course, the so-called giant sword here naturally refers to the building, but it has been built in the shape of a giant sword. The seven first-level giant swords are all Tianzhu-level buildings, the second-level giant swords are all mountain-level buildings, and the remaining third-level giant swords are all at the height of sub-mountain-level buildings.

The whole forms a huge and chaotic sword array, and in the center of the sword array is a miniature suspended giant sword with an overall height of about one hundred meters, which constitutes the core of the entire sword array.

"Whew, it's not the first time I've been here, though. Goodbye is also shocking" When Chen Feng, who had just stepped out of the car, looked up, he couldn't help but sigh. When the accompanying bodyguards saw such a scene, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, so that Haiming and Ning Cheng, who were standing on Chen Feng's left and right respectively, looked extremely calm.

"Oh, it seems that Hai Lao and Ning Lao are quite familiar with this sword nest?" Since leaving Yangzhou, Chen Feng's whole personality seems to have undergone a great transformation. This change, the people who feel it most deeply are undoubtedly the people who follow Chen Feng.

The young master, who was indifferent before, has unconsciously become more and more humane. Just like this sentence, even if it was changed half a year ago, it would never have been possible to say it from this person's mouth. Sometimes, these personal bodyguards even wonder if their young master has been dropped? Could it be a clone cloned by cloning technology in ancient times?

Of course, these worries are all wild. First of all, it is not easy to find a person with the skills of their young master in the vast sea of people. The second is for those thieves who steal genes, as early as the end of antiquity, human beings have developed relevant control testing procedures, with the energy of today's laws, how can they not have such a simple technology?

"Well, that was all years ago. yes, Ningcheng. The old man Haiming, who was dressed in a dark red Tang suit, looked up at the hanging giant sword in the center of the sword array, and seemed to have entered some kind of memory.

Ning Cheng just smiled and nodded.

"Then let's go, I'm looking forward to the founder of this Eastern Sword Kingdom!"

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In the hanging giant sword in the center of the sword nest sword array. Chen Feng and his party rode on the suspended lifting platform and slowly flew from the top of the giant sword towards the ground. The sword bag that Chen Feng was carrying had not even been opened, but it was only a little sudden.

Juggernaut, he saw it as he wished. Juggernaut, how strong is it, but he still doesn't have a complete concept in his heart. When he took out the letter of recommendation with bright red orchid fire paint, the old men guarding the door all had incredible words written on their faces. At that moment, they all seemed to be stuck in a memory, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a while.

"Hmph, please!" and then almost all the old men reacted in the same way, with a cold old face full of wrinkles, but respectfully invited him to an all-wooden building.

"Hanhai senior, Blood Orchid asks to see. ”

"Blood Orchid, let him in. ”

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"Young man, what are you here for?"

"I don't know, Senpai. Maybe it's to see what a sword master is, and ask the seniors not to receive the teaching. ”

"Hahaha... You're funny, young man. But ah, you're nowhere near enough. ”

"Oh, yes, senior, you, so confident!?"

"Hehe, it's really a blood orchid. Why don't you sit down like this. How about I tell you a story?"

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Lan Tianheng, Blood Blue Sword Emperor?

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"Alright, boy. Since you're here today with his letter of recommendation. Then the decay will naturally not let you go through this experience in vain, you can be optimistic. ”

The white-haired old man in a gray-black kimono slowly got up, and the wooden door in front of the windward pavilion suddenly opened, and the old man's kimono robe suddenly became windless. The withered pine branch slowly raised his right hand and gently stroked the long sleeves of his coat for a moment. An indescribable aura spread out like a tsunami, Chen Feng's eyes instantly turned into a scorching gold, and two strange golden flames swayed in his pupils.

At that moment, even as a tyrant emperor, he had an inferiority complex like a slight indifference in such an aura. Even if the strongest state of the Tyrant Emperor is turned on, he still doesn't feel a sense of security.

Beichen Hanhai, leaning on one side slightly, a smile crept up the corner of his mouth, "Look at it, boy!"

I saw that his raised right hand shook it lightly towards the void, and then made a slow movement of drawing his sword out of its sheath.

The gilded golden pupils slowly returned to their original blue color, and for some reason, there was no sword in the old man's hand. But at this moment, Chen Feng clearly felt that in that withered branch-like palm, he was holding a domineering peerless blood-colored giant sword.

The giant sword was unsheathed, and it slowly turned in a circle in his hand, pulling out a hideous blood-colored sword flower.

Hold the sword, and stab it with a simple sword.

Looking in the direction pointed by this non-existent giant sword, Chen Feng saw a clear sky and silence. It's like, it's like there's nothing at all, it's like, it's really just this old ghost bluffing into the air, it's like, the blood-colored giant sword just now, the aura of the sky, and even the strongest state that he himself unintentionally opened, are just his own imagination.

However, it seems to be after a trance delusion. Chen Feng's azure pupils suddenly dilated, and when he looked at the clear sky, he turned into a bloody color in an instant. In the blood-red sky, blood-red thunderclouds surged. He seemed to hear the huge cracking sound from the far sky that was about to tear people's eardrums, and a huge sword intent that could be seen flashed in the direction of the blood-colored thunder, forbidding everything. The dozens of huge light curtains of the sword nest in the distance were instantly torn apart, turning into bits of dust and light and annihilating the air.

"Hahaha...... Do you see clearly? Beichen Hanhai flicked his sleeves and looked back at Chen Feng, who was still in a sluggish state, with a smile on his face.

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"Hehe, you say. How is this old man's sword compared to your mortal love?"

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"Young Master, we've arrived. The bodyguard beside him hunched his waist, and a cold sweat whispered to remind Chen Feng, who was completely in a sluggish state.

Wake up from a dream and say, "Oh, get in the car." ”

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"Little ghost, you don't have to take this kind of ghost thing next time you come to me, you can take this back. Keep it as a memento. ”

Chen Feng took out the envelope with a blood orchid fire paint from his arms, looked at it several times, and found that it had not even been opened.

"Remembrance, what does this old ghost say?"

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"By the way, you should also go and meet Randy Ancestor. When you get there, don't use this letter of recommendation, just take it. I believe that the little cubs of the Martin family will not embarrass you. ”

Chen Feng was stunned and looked at a Q-plate blood-colored giant sword that was only one inch in size in his palm, and there were several words (blood-colored giant sword) composed of fake business cards and fake names on the sword body. Of course, today, when Chinese has long become the universal language of the world, Chen Feng cannot understand these words at all.

"As for that one, don't think about it for a while until you enter the Juggernaut realm. Let's hope I make it through that day. ”

Beichen Hanhai's last sentence was almost like muttering to himself.

The law's convoy gradually drove away from the sword nest, and Beichen Hanhai, who was standing on the giant sword in the center of the sword array, watched the black convoy in the distance from afar.

"Anlan, that's that kid's grandson?"

"Ancestor, I have already confirmed with Qin Hua that it is this son. ”

"Hmm. Time flies so fast. Unexpectedly, it has been 70 years in the blink of an eye. At the beginning, Yan Lan hated the temple for the sake of that orchid boy. The pain at that time is still difficult for the old man to let go of to this day. My Beichen family, the wish of the Three Sword Saints ......"

"Ancestor ......"

"You go and follow this little ghost. In my feelings, I can vaguely see that in the near future, there will be a wave of destruction centered on him. Perhaps, that is the moment we have been pursuing for thousands of years. Who knows?"

"Him?"

"Go ahead. ”

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"Young Master, we have all accomplished the goal of the Ninth District. After that, we're going to leave Asia and move on to other regions. Until then, we need to go back to Huaxia City......"

"No need, I'll just give the old man a call. Let's go. ”

Steward Zhou's laser image was scattered in the air, and Chen Feng picked up a cup of Bimeng and took a shallow sip. He was a little puzzled, he had already broken through the realm of the peak master and stepped into the realm of the sword master without knowing it.

"Is it because I saw the sword of that old ghost?"