He was serious, so even though everyone thought it was a joke, no one really laughed.

Especially Renji, who was standing opposite Su Moyu, his face looked extremely serious.

"Are you serious?" Renji asked lightly.

Su Moyu nodded solemnly and said, "Naturally!"

Renji smiled, paced a few steps between the bookshelves, and suddenly turned to Su Moyu and said, "In that case, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Su Moyu frowned and said, "What kind of bet?"

"If you can really defeat my apprentice Dexuan in the Great Martial Arts Test, I will grant you a request......

Ren Ji was only halfway through his words, when Su Moyu suddenly interjected: "My request is that you kowtow to my master in public and admit your mistakes." ”

Renji glared at him and said hatefully: "Boy, you are too arrogant!"

Su Moyu raised his face and said, "Don't you dare to bet?"

Renji sneered: "Okay, but if you are defeated by Dexuan, I will ask you to abolish your cultivation and get out of the Xuanjian Sect from now on!"

Su Moyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart, but the situation forced him to retreat, so he nodded and said, "Okay, a word is a deal!"

Renji sneered again and again, flicked his sleeves and turned away.

Dexuan, who was on the side, didn't speak during this process, and after seeing his master leave, he walked around to Su Moyu, looked at him with a smile, and went with his master behind his back.

"Follow me!" Cheng Jianxue, who had been silent for a long time on the side, also spoke at this time.

There is a sword to choose to open the way, and those Xuanjian Stream disciples naturally have no one to dare to stop them. This pair of master and apprentice walked out of the library building, and Cheng Jianxue suddenly asked, "Why bother with this strong?"

Su Moyu smiled and said, "In the past, it was the master who protected me, and now I also want to do something for the master." ”

Cheng Jianxue shook his head and said in annoyance: "It's too reckless, do you know that although Na Dexuan is young, among the third-generation disciples of Xuanjian Stream, he is the second-ranked powerhouse." If you do do make a move, twenty of you is no match for you. ”

Su Moyu said embarrassedly: "I was angry for a while, I didn't think about it so much." ”

Cheng Jianxue snorted: "Stupid!" As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Moyu's arm, rising directly from the mountain road, and landed on the cliff of the Miscellaneous Service Hall after a while.

"Follow me?" Cheng Jianxue's face was surprisingly solemn at this time, and there was no trace of the casualness of the past.

The two of them entered the Tianzi room one after the other, but they did not stop for a moment in the room where Cheng Jianxue often drank, but went straight to the inner room.

It was the first time for Su Moyu to enter the other rooms of the Tianzi Room, and he saw that the windows of the rooms inside were covered with black cloths, and he couldn't see anything in the dark.

Suddenly, a candle was lit, and Su Moyu saw nearly a hundred tablets densely placed in front of him.

Before he could see the name on the tablet, he saw Cheng Jian behind him and said, "Kneel." ”

Su Moyu didn't dare to slack off, and immediately knelt on the ground.

Cheng Jian next to him chose to cover his face with his hand, took out a long package wrapped in linen cloth from between the tablets, handed it to Su Moyu and said, "Kowtow!"

Su Moyu kowtowed as he said, and when he saw Cheng Jianxuan, he sighed, extinguished the candle in his hand and said, "Let's go." ”

After the two of them left this ancestral hall-like room, Su Moyu was still full of fox and asked, "Master, those tablets are ......?"

Cheng Jian Xue bowed his head and said, "It is the ancestors of our Ghost Sword Stream. ”

Su Moyu suddenly realized that Cheng Jian chose to bring himself to worship his ancestors.

However, when he looked at the long package in his hand, he was a little puzzled, so he asked, "Master, what is this?"

"Open it for yourself. Cheng Jianxue said a little sadly.

When Su Moyu heard this, he immediately dismantled the layers of linen, and when he finished dismantling all the linen, what was revealed was a black long sword with an extremely simple style.

Su Moyu didn't know much about the grade of the sword, but just by taking a look at this sword, he knew that it was definitely not comparable to the third-order sword he had created.

"This is?" Su Moyu looked up at Cheng Jianxue in surprise.

"The first sword of the Ghost Sword Stream, the Ghost Sword Styx, the weapon of the eighth order of the spirit product. From now on, it will be yours, and with it, you won't have to worry about breaking Dexuan's scales. ”

When Su Moyu heard this, his eyes widened.

The eighth-order famous sword of the spirit product is only two orders away from entering the immortal product, and such treasures actually fall into their own hands.

"Master, the disciple doesn't dare to accept it!" Su Moyu hurriedly lifted the Styx above his head, wanting to hand it back to Cheng Jianxue.

Cheng Jianxue sighed and said, "I swore that I would never hold a sword again in my lifetime. And you are my only disciple, if I don't give you this sword, who else can I give it to?"

Su Moyu glanced up at Cheng Jianxue's slightly lonely eyes, slowly withdrew the hand holding the sword, and said softly, "Master, what should I do next?"

Cheng Jianxue snorted coldly and said: "Naturally, I want to find a way to improve my ability, you have already blown it out, if you fail in the Great Martial Arts test, my old face will not look good." I was going to wait for you to climb the mountain for a few more days before I could teach you something, but now it seems too late. Go pack up some necessary things, I'm going to take you somewhere. ”

Su Moyu didn't say a word, got up and went back to the room to roll up the simplest bags.

When he saw Cheng Jianxue again, the black fat man also changed his clothes, carrying a big gourd behind his back, and he could vaguely smell some wine.

"Let's go!" Cheng Jianxue pulled Su Moyu into the air again.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and in a blink of an eye, the main peak of the huge Heavenly Sword Mountain was left behind, and in a large valley under the shade of an ancient timber wolf forest, the two of them fell to the ground gently.

Su Moyu glanced up, and saw that his eyes were full of ruins, looking at the scale, there should have been many people living here in the past, but for some reason it was abandoned to such a point.

"This is Ghost Valley, which was originally the base camp of my ghost sword stream, but a few years ago, a great chaos broke out, causing our vein to wither. Cheng Jian chose to return to the spot, a little touched the scene, and explained to Su Moyu as he walked.

Su nodded again and again, looked around, and was suddenly attracted by the stone pillars that were several feet high not far away. The order of the stone pillars seemed to follow a certain pattern, but he couldn't see it for a while.

"Did you find it?" Cheng Jian chose to put his hands behind Su Moyu behind his back, looked at those stone pillars and said: "Xuanjian is a seven-rate, and each first-class swordsmanship is different. For example, the Xuanjian Flowing Heavy and Haoran Sword Qi will inevitably rush and kill head-on when encountering the enemy; the Heavenly Sword Flowing into a sword and rarely engaging in close combat; the two streams of fire and cold are more important than swordsmanship; and the Heart Sword Flow is better than self-cultivation and is a soldier who surrenders without a fight. ”

"And the swordsmanship of my ghost sword flow is ninety percent on the legs, and this stone pillar in front of you is the place where you can practice the ghost king's steps. ”