Ji Tianxing didn't expect Feng Ping to be so direct.

The two of them have never known each other in their lives, and as soon as they met, Feng Ping wanted to watch the Burial Sky Sword.

This request is obviously a bit abrupt.

Ji Tianxing frowned, and said in a calm tone: "Fourth Elder, I understand what you mean, you want to confirm whether I have obtained the real Heaven Burial Sword."

However, the Burial Sword is the sword of the sword god, and it has been lost for thousands of years so far.

With all due respect, even if I take out the Burial Sword and show it to you, how can you tell the truth from the fake?

What is the difference between seeing and not seeing?"

Feng Ping's request was refused, but he was not angry, and still maintained a pleasant attitude.

He showed a hint of a smile and explained in a sincere tone: "Master Ji, there is naturally a reason why Daxian sent the old man here.

More than 1,000 years ago, the ancestor sat in Tianzhu Mountain and challenged all the martial saints in the world.

At that time, there were not many people who followed Shizu, only Daxian and a few uncles.

Fortunately, the old man was also on Tianzhu Mountain back then.

Although, at that time, the old man was just a teenage Taoist boy, helping Daxian take care of the alchemy furnace.

But with the favor of God, the old man has seen his ancestor many times, and he has also seen the Burial Heaven Sword several times. ”

"Oh?" Hearing Feng Ping say this, Ji Tianxing raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Dare to ask the fourth elder Gui Geng?"

"One thousand five hundred and fifty-eight years old. Feng Ping replied without hesitation.

Ji Tianxing frowned slightly, thought silently in his heart, and found that the facts were basically consistent.

However, for the sake of safety, he still used his divine thoughts to quietly awaken the burial sky.

"Burial day, this Feng Ping, you should have seen it, do you still have an impression?"

Fu Tian said in a calm tone: "After more than a thousand years, my memory is incomplete, how can I still remember these unimportant people?"

Ji Tianxing was helpless, and he couldn't force anything.

At this time, Feng Ping looked at him with burning eyes, and said in a sincere tone: "Master Ji, don't worry, the old man and the entire Tianzhu Mountain have no malice towards you.

The Sword God is the spiritual leader of all of us, the eternal ancestor.

The old man just wants to see the relics of his ancestors, complete the tasks ordered by the great immortal, and hope that Ji Gongzi will be fulfilled. ”

Seeing that Feng Ping's tone and demeanor were full of sincerity and desire, Ji Tianxing thought about it for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed.

"It's no problem to show you, but you have to tell me first, who are the great immortals you are talking about?"

Feng Ping replied without hesitation: "More than 1,500 years ago, the Dao number of Daxian was Huanglong Daoren.

He has always followed the side of his ancestor and is in charge of the affairs of Tianzhu Mountain.

Thousands of years ago, after the fall of the ancestor, the world shook, and many Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to invade Tianzhu Mountain.

Tianzhu Mountain suffered a catastrophe, several uncles and the strong people in the sect were killed one after another, only Huanglong Daxian and a few of us survived.

Since then, Daxian has been our leader, leading us all to guard the last inheritance of Tianzhu Mountain.

Daxian once said that the ancestor is the god king of the nine heavens, and he must not really fall.

One day, the master will return to the world as a king!"

Ji Tianxing listened carefully, and some pictures involuntarily appeared in his mind.

In his memory picture, when the Sword God was sitting in Tianzhu Mountain, he was followed by a middle-aged Taoist wearing an apricot yellow robe.

Looking back now, that yellow-robed Taoist should be the Yellow Dragon Immortal that Feng Ping said.

After a while, Ji Tianxing gathered his thoughts, stretched out the palm of his right hand, and handed it to Feng Ping.

"Huh!"

As soon as the black light flashed in his palm, an ancient sword as black as ink appeared, which was the Burial Sky Sword.

As soon as Feng Ping saw the Burial Heaven Sword, his body immediately stiffened, and he was stunned on the spot.

His eyes were staring at the Heaven Burial Sword, his eyes flashing with a brilliant brilliance, and his eyes turned red.

His eyes and expressions became very complicated, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

"Sure enough, it's the Heavenly Burial Sword! After more than a thousand years, I can still see it with my own eyes, and I can be regarded as dead without regrets!"

Feng Ping muttered in a low voice, slowly stretched out his hands, held the Burial Sky Sword in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it gently, as if he was greeting the old man.

"I still remember that I was still a boy guarding the Dan furnace.

Once, when the Great Immortal refined the Seven Nights Soul Ascension Pill, he needed to keep the furnace fire unextinguished for forty-nine days.

I persevered for forty-six days, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore, and I fell asleep in the Dan room......"

Feng Ping was talking to himself about the past, and there was a faint smile on his old cheeks.

"That furnace of the Seven Nights Soul Ascension Pill has been destroyed, and the great immortal is in flames, and I will be severely punished for this dereliction of duty.

At the critical time, it was the Burial Heaven Sword that stopped the Great Immortal and separated the Great Immortal, so that I could avoid being punished......"

As he said this, the Burial Sky Sword shook slightly, and it flicked his hands away.

The voice of the burial sky came from the sword, and he said in a somewhat strange tone: "Little bit, after more than a thousand years, do you still remember this little thing?"

Even if you want to thank me, you don't have to hold me so affectionately, what kind of system?"

The sudden sound shook Feng Ping's body, and he was immediately petrified in place.

He stared at the Burial Sky Sword in distraction, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, and asked in a very excited tone: "Burial Senior, is it really you......? Still alive?"

His face turned red with excitement, he rubbed his hands again and again, and even spoke incoherently.

Ji Tianxing glanced at Feng Ping with a strange look in his eyes, and thought to himself: "Little man, an old man who has lived for more than a thousand years? This is too mismatched, right?"

However, he thought about it for a moment and was relieved.

When Feng Ping was a Taoist boy on Tianzhu Mountain, he was only in his early tens, which was indeed a small point for the burial of Tiantian.

At this time, the voice of the burial heaven sounded again.

"Little bit, several of your uncles have passed away?"

Feng Ping took a few deep breaths before his emotions calmed down, and he hurriedly nodded: "Except for the Huanglong Great Immortal, those uncles have all died in battle.

Now only the Great Immortal is left with us, and he is still sticking to Tianzhu Mountain. ”

Futian was silent for a moment, and said in a low and majestic tone: "It's okay, one day, Tianzhu Mountain will regain its glory!"

Xiaoxiao, who has invaded Tianzhu Mountain, will pay the price of blood!"

Feng Ping nodded again and again, his eyes surging with excitement and expectation, and he said in a firm tone: "Senior Burial Heaven, I also believe that that day will come soon!"

Fu Tian said in a solemn tone: "You go back and tell Huang Long that Ji Tianxing is the descendant of the Sword God and the new master of Tianzhu Mountain.

All the grievances and hatred back then, only he can lead everyone to revenge.

No matter what, you have to escort him and help him return to the top as soon as possible and regain the glory of the Sword God!"

After listening to it solemnly, Feng Ping immediately bowed and saluted: "Burial senior, your words, the junior will definitely bring it word for word!"