Mo Qiong sighed a little: "Qin Jian, although we don't know where you come from, just by your calm attitude, we know that you are like this." ”

As he spoke, he gave him a thumbs up.

Qin Jian smiled lightly and said, "Senior Brother Mo, you think too highly of me. ”

Seeing Qin Jian's modest posture, everyone didn't have the arrogance of a young man at all, and couldn't help but glance at it again.

Mo Qiong laughed and said, "Since this is the case, then you are now a disciple of my sect, then I will give a rough explanation of our sect now." ”

Qin Jian's expression remained unchanged, but he secretly slandered himself in his heart, he was just a miscellaneous member of the sect, but you called me a disciple, it was really...

"Our sect is called 'Iron Sword Gate', it is one of the four major sects of Northern Xuanzhou, Northern Realm, and Xiaoxuan Domain, majoring in swordsmanship, and our sect master is called..."

Qin Jian was indifferent on the surface, but he secretly remembered in his heart that although his cultivation was completely lost, he was not a person who gave up casually, and he was not a generous person, and it was not his style to be indifferent after being slaughtered by others.

Well, since that's the case, let's start with the Iron Sword Gate, one of the four major sects of the Tianxuan Continent, the Northern Xuanzhou, the Northern Realm, and the Little Xuan Domain...

On the second day, Mo Qiong and the others specially found a Xuanma carriage for him and took him towards the Iron Sword Gate.

The Xuanma carriage drove extremely smoothly, and Qin Jian, who was originally weak, fell asleep groggily, and when he opened his eyes, the Xuanma carriage had stopped.

He was helped out of the carriage by Wang Mang, and looked at the iron sword gate surrounded by mountains on three sides in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Wang Mang asked a little funny, could it be that this kid was stupid by the grandeur of the sect?

Qin Jian came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "No, I'm just a little curious." ”

Qin Jian's heart was indeed a little curious, at first glance, there was a world of difference between this Iron Sword Gate and the Heavenly Sword Sect, but when he looked closely, this Iron Sword Gate seemed to be a little strange, but Qin Jian just couldn't say it, he always felt that this Iron Sword Gate was shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Qin Jian threw out the thoughts in his heart, and with Wang Mang's support, he slowly moved forward, and the three of them were already waiting in front of him.

Before Qin Jian and the others could reach them, a large group of figures had already run out of the sect, and they all surrounded the three of them, shouting and excited, resounding through the sky.

Qin Jian was a little curious, was this disciple of the Iron Sword Sect so enthusiastic?

Wang Mang seemed to see the question in his heart, and his tone was a little excited: "The four of us senior brothers have been out for three years, but I didn't expect that there would be people who remember us. ”

Qin Jian nodded and said, "It seems that the four of you are quite famous in the door." ”

"It's not just famous," Wang Mang was even more excited when he heard Qin Jian's 'compliment', and said, "We are the best of that class of disciples, and our prestige is not ordinarily high. ”

Yes, turning fame into prestige, really putting gold on his face, Qin Jian felt a little helpless in his heart.

"Then, is that Senior Brother Wang Mang?" Someone in front recognized Wang Mang.

Wang Mang's face was excited, waving his big hand like a fan, and shouting in a loud voice: "It's me, it's me!" ”

The corners of Qin Jian's mouth twitched, this Wang Mang seemed to have forgotten that there was an injured person next to him, shouting like this, in case these many people rushed over together, he couldn't run, and he couldn't squeeze it...

There are not so many what-ifs in the world.

The disciples walked in slowly with some hesitation, it seems that these disciples are still quite understanding, knowing that Wang Mang's atmosphere here is relatively deserted, so...

Qin Jian looked at the gap between the two sides, a few people in front of him were smiling, even Sun Yan, who had been cold-faced, had a faint smile on her face, and the dark-faced Wang Mang next to her had a blue face, Qin Jian smiled secretly in her heart, this Wang Mang was exposed soon after blowing the big conch, and his face was thick enough, not red at all.

Wang Mang pretended to cough a few times, and said to the few disciples who were hesitating in front of him: "Hey, you guys come and help him." ”

Those disciples glanced at each other, and reluctantly stepped forward to support Qin Jian, Qin Jian raised his head and smiled at the young men with their backs on their backs, and those disciples saw that Qin Jian's face was gentle, and they were also relieved.

Wang Mang became the "shopkeeper", strode forward, waved his hands, and shouted excitedly: "Senior brothers and sisters, Lao Tzu is back!" ”

Those disciples scattered around like avoiding snakes and scorpions, Wang Mang stood in the center with some embarrassment, and not far away were Mo Qiong and the other three.

Mo Qiong smiled: "Okay, you Wang Mang, you scared away all the junior brothers and sisters when you came." ”

Wang Mang scratched his head and said helplessly: "I don't want to either, who called me a murderer?!" ”

When everyone heard this, they all laughed, and some disciples who had never seen his "demeanor" had doubts about his senior brothers and sisters' "earnest admonitions" to them, where is this vicious demon king, isn't this a kind senior brother? And this senior brother is a bit funny!

At this moment, only the sound of footsteps was heard from ahead.

When everyone turned around, they all saluted in unison, and shouted, "Good master! Hello Elders! ”

Qin Jian stared at it, and a thin figure appeared in his gaze, Qin Jian said secretly, this old man is introverted, his eyes contain essence, and he is a high-level mystery.

Moving his gaze to the back, several equally thin figures appeared in his line of sight, and several people's Xuan Qi was slightly exposed, which was weaker than the figure in front, but it was definitely not weak.

Qin Jian's heart moved, combined with the prestige of several people and the title of the disciples, the sect master, the elder, it seems that this is the several high-level leaders of the Iron Sword Sect.

As soon as Mo Qiong and the others saw the door master and others coming, they hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on the ground together, and shouted respectfully: "The door master! ”

The thin old man helped them up with a smile, looked at them with satisfaction, and said incessantly, "Not bad, not bad." ”

The eyes of the elders in the rear were also full of joy, and one of the gray-clothed old men took the lead and walked towards Sun Yu, looking very excited.

That Sun Yu also took the lead, walked up to the old man in gray, her eyes were watery, and she whispered softly: "Grandpa." ”

"Good, good, good." The gray-clothed old man's face was flushed with excitement.

Qin Jian saw this scene in his eyes, and became more and more satisfied with the decision he had made in his heart, this Iron Sword Gate was not bad compared to the deserted Heavenly Sword Gate.

"Let's go, tell us old men about your experiences over the years, and let us see each other for a long time." The master of the sect was extremely happy, and pulled Mo Qiong and Wang Mang towards the sect.

Everyone followed, and after a while, only Qin Jian and the two disciples who were supporting him were left in this open space.

Qin Jian was a little helpless, you guys are good, once you leave, then who will take care of yourself?