Chapter 80

Edgeworth rides the wind

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Flying - what a distant thing for a martial arts practitioner.

It is recorded in ancient offerings that hundreds of thousands of years ago...... Flying is an extremely common thing for humans.

For some reason, this ordinary thing has become incredibly simple.

Some people want to pursue the feeling of flying into the sky all their lives, and some people are so old that they die and never see a person who can fly!

But at this moment, the latter's wish came true unexpectedly!

The figure in a blue and white robe, with a rusty sword under his feet, flew from the distant Qingyan Mountain Range.

The clouds make way for it, and the wind cheers for it.

The shock at this moment can only be described by two words: silent.

"I didn't want to hit the Qingyan Mountain Range, but there were still people who could fly......"

But his cultivation felt like he was only choosing the Martial Realm, how could he do something that even a True Martial Realm master couldn't do!

Therefore, they naturally thought of relying on the power of external objects, relying on the sword under his feet.

The moment the blue and white figure landed, everyone's eyes were focused on the rusty sword that flew back to him from the soles of his feet.

"Jin Zhi Four-Rank Weapon!"

"A lore weapon that is enough to deter the sect!"

"Could it be that this sword made him fly???

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He landed on the outskirts of the square, and the crowd had already offered to make way for him.

He took the rusty sword in his hand, slowly straightened up, and raised his head.

Looking ahead, there was the purpose of his trip. There are people he has to see today......

Under the complicated gaze of the surrounding people, he walked towards the square step by step.

Every step is like a nail in the heart around it, nailed deep into the depths of the heart.

He stepped over the streamer fence, and the guard had forgotten to check his invitation, or rather he had forgotten to check this person's invitation.

It was obviously only the strength of the martial arts realm, but it broke out with a depressing aura.

And the owner of this oppressive breath turned out to be a lame.....

But at this moment, no one dared to call him lame, not even a whisper.

They stared closely at the lame man's footsteps as he walked to the square......

Some of the VIPs in the inner circle were still starting to sit still.

The first to get up was Elder Cangfeng of the Qingyan Ancient Sect, and he told everyone something that he couldn't understand and associate with with an unbelievable expression————

"Ancient Rusty Sword! is... Ancient Rusty Sword!"

Cangfeng's voice trembled and looked back in the direction where the lame man came: "It's Ludang... Division... Brother..."

The blue and white robes, he remembered!

The rusty ancient sword, he remembered!

That look of arrogance, he also remembered!

Not only did he remember, but the elders and disciples around him also remembered!

"Ancient Rusty Sword...... Brother Ludang!"

The five elders rose one after another, looking at the cripple's approaching figure.

Even Heng Song Zhenren couldn't help but look back at that person-

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The big families around, those surnamed Li, surnamed Zhang, surnamed Liu, surnamed Zhao, and surnamed Wang......

All eyes are on this place.

They may not know what the ancient rusty sword looks like!

But they all knew what kind of existence it was when they defeated the seven countries around Qingyan Country with a sword, and it was rare to meet the opponent of Qingyan Country on the first day!

They remembered the sword—the name of the Ancient Rusty Sword, and the genius—the name of Ludang!

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Their eyes fell on the limping figure, and they knew that Lu Dangzhen had died ten years ago.

Knowing that the sword had disappeared from this world with him......

But when this figure in a blue and white blue rock robe and an ancient rusty sword in his hand walked by so real in his eyes.

The one who is already dead seems to be alive again!

It was as if the sword that had disappeared had reappeared in front of him.

It's just that they're not the same person......

Lu Dang is arrogant because of self-confidence, and the person in front of him is confident because of arrogance!

The feeling that the world seems to be the only one in the eyes cannot be learned or replicated.

This kind of look, how familiar Cang Feng and the others were before, as if the owner of that look was living in a moment ago.

"It's a pity...... It's not!"

Cangfeng sighed.

Because there was one more thing in that look - and that was coldness!

Although Lu Dang is arrogant, he does not have this kind of unapproachable coldness.

There is no such arrogance that even a crippled person can show such a wild and confident ......

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He was in the front row with everyone watching, and the last step landed in the front row.

That cold face showed a very surprised smile when he saw Nangong Beauty: "I'm late......"

A moment ago, Nangong Beauty, who was also shocked by the aura that Jiang Heng showed just now, retracted her stunned mind in his smile.

She fell into a posture, using the etiquette of meeting distinguished guests.

Even He Huanglou, who was beside her, followed him and said, "Meet again, Master Jiang!"

With this sound, everyone knew that the person in front of them turned out to be Jiang Heng, the head of the Qingyan faction.

I didn't expect it to be a young man, or a cripple.

But at this moment, the aura emanating from this cripple had already covered his sloping figure.

What they noticed was no longer his legs, one deep and one shallow, but the person he was.

He stood there, and even Nangong Beauty and He Huanglou took the initiative to give him a gift.

This treatment, only the head of the Qingyan Ancient Sect, Heng Song Zhenren, has this level in the audience.

And he ......

There are too!

Even if he was only a martial arts realm cultivator, when he flew from the sky, he had this qualification.

And this qualification made the old voice hidden in the tower with few words sounded again:

"Your Excellency is the head of the Qingyan Sect?"

"Xiao Sheng is!" Jiang Heng replied looking in the direction of the tower.

The voice then asked, "That road is a real person???

"It's the first teacher!"

"It turned out to be the disciple of the old man...... the old voice was silent for a moment: "Then I will ask Master Jiang to wait for a while after the conference is over, can you?"

"Even if you are a friend of the first teacher, the next generation will naturally not refuse!"

Jiang Heng arched in the direction of the tower.

The tower's voice fell silent again......

And Jiang Heng has also returned to his seat.

As soon as he appeared, the imperial sword flew in, and then he was saluted by Nangong Beauty and He Huanglou, and even the masters in the tower valued it so much.

There is nothing in the hearts of those old men!

But in the hearts of young people, there will only be a strong jealousy.

From those rich children who thought they were of noble birth, to the inner disciples of the Qingyan Ancient Sect who were extremely respectful.

Their gazes were each one intensely hostile......

The first to stand up and release this hostility was Gong Anping.

He got up and headed towards Jiang Heng:

"Hey, what kind of boss is that! Didn't you just say you were going to go up and try it? Why did you sit down?"

"Yes! A dignified head can't speak!"

"yes, do you think it's okay to brag about it?"

With the first words, with the first bird, this sentiment quickly exploded among those younger generations.