As night fell, the silver moon hung high, and at this time, in an extremely ancient room in the One Sword Sect, the young monk had already prepared a dinner party to entertain Tianci and the others.

They are all people in the rivers and lakes, so naturally there are not so many constraints, and everyone began to push the cup and change the lamp. The mellow old wine went down the throat to the abdomen, and in a short time everyone's faces were already flushed.

The young monk's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at the Tianci people with confused eyes, and opened the conversation.

The young monk's name is Serious, and his father is the master of the current sect, such a prominent background has brought him a lot of resources, but also gives him endless pressure, and the most unbearable thing for Serious is that he is grounded, like a canary in a cage.

What is the outside world like? Serious often thought about this question, and once begged his father, but after being severely reprimanded, it had no effect. Outside things, most of the seriousness is to listen to the other disciples in the sect, and the most talked about are the two genius disciples of the Qiankun Sect (Tianci and Shangguan Yunfei), over time, the words of the Qiankun Sect are deeply rooted in the serious heart, and this is what happened during the day.

Listening to the serious story, Tianci couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to the seriousness, and at the same time a little ridiculous.

"Brother Yan, do you know who these two are?" Kun Shao winked at the seriousness.

The serious heart chuckled, and his eyes looked at Tianci and Shangguan Yunfei tightly, and asked tentatively, "Tianci, Shangguan Yunfei?"

Kun Shao nodded.

Suddenly, he was a little more serious and sober, dancing like a child, which looked particularly funny.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

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Late at night, after everyone rested, Tianci quietly opened the door and came to the courtyard. At this time, Tianci's heart was in turmoil, and he didn't know where to go.

The evolution of the Qinglong Sword requires a large number of sword souls, but if you want to get a sword soul, how easy is it? Tianci thought of starting from the serious body, but when he thought of the sincere eyes of the serious, Tianci felt unbearable.

Tianci's hands grabbed his head indiscriminately, and suddenly his hair was like a messy weed, and the sharp nails on his hands cut through the scalp, and drips of bright red dotted the hair. Tianci seemed to know nothing, and the hideous expression on his face told the dilemma at this time.

I don't know how long it took, Tianci's frowning brows began to stretch, his mouth smiled slightly, and he walked into the room without a sound, and fell asleep.

At the same time, in the depths of the sword mound, a human figure appeared on one of the swords with an evil aura all over the body, with green light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth salivated greedily looking at the sword soul inside, and let out a strange laugh, only to see him take a big mouth, and the sword soul entered his mouth like a moth to a fire, and after a while, the original illusory spirit body of the human form became solidified.

"It's time to be born!" The humanoid figure flew up, quietly eliminated a few disciples who were guarding the sword mound, and disappeared without a trace.

"Hell!" The loud shout broke the silence of the One Sword Sect, and the monks of the One Sword Sect were awakened one by one, quickly got up and got out of bed, and chased after the sound with a long sword in hand. But when I got there, I couldn't see anyone except a pair of corpses with wide eyes in horror.

"What's going on?" said a man in a fancy costume later.

The crowd shook their heads.

"Ahh

"Chase!" Before he had time to think, the gorgeous man quickly rushed over, but when he arrived, there was still a corpse lying on the ground. The gorgeous man took a closer look, his eyes showed a look of horror, and the dead person was clearly the elder of the sect - Li Qiong. Li Qiong's strength is not weak, she already has the strength of the infant transformation period, and she was killed without the power to parry, everyone felt that they were in an ice cave, and they involuntarily hugged themselves, and their teeth began to chatter.

"Senior brother, what should I do?" one of them said to the gorgeous man.

"Let's go, let's go find the boss together, don't act alone!"

The noise woke up the head of the One Sword Sect who was sleeping, and at the same time, Tianci and the others, who heard the noise, also got out of bed and looked blankly at the disciples of the One Sword Sect who ran away in a panic. Several people looked at each other and followed.

"Haha, Xiao Maotou, I didn't expect you to be the head?" Looking at the semi-illusory human form that called himself Xiao Maotou, the head of the One Sword Sect was shocked, and the person in front of him was clearly the senior of the sect who died a hundred years ago-Long Aotian.

Long Aotian was originally the pride of the One Sword Sect, and then he didn't know what was going on, he went mad in a practice, and his temperament changed greatly after he got out of the customs, killing the same door, and wanted to seize the position of the head of the sect, but at that time, the head of the One Sword Sect was unfathomable, Long Aotian was defeated, and was taken to the depths of the sword mound to think about himself, never thought that Long Aotian not only did not appreciate it, but killed the disciples who guarded it, at this moment, the angry head of the sect could not bear it anymore, and killed Long Aotian in the sword mound.

"Senior Dragon, since you have been resurrected, the grievances of your previous life will be written off!"

"To put it mildly, do you know what kind of life I've lived all these years?" the humanoid said angrily. Impatiently, a disciple who was still in a daze nearby grabbed him, and then with a "bang", it turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The head of the First Sword Sect snorted coldly, and his body flew in front of the human form like an arrow off the string, fighting with it.