Lying on the ground, Wu Chi's whole body seemed to be soaked with sweat.

It's been half a day since he returned to the Land of Chaos, but Wu Chi still feels tired, before the seal, although it was only a hundred and fifty or sixty breaths in total, but for Wu Chi, the pressure he was under was far worse than when he faced the Black Crow Demon Lord.

When he left, he could even feel the dragon's breath behind him, and he was just a little bit close to dying under the dragon's breath.

Fortunately, I finally survived.

Moreover, with this experience, the seal of the Chaos Land is no longer an obstacle for Wu Chi, as long as he wants, he can go back to the territory through the seal at any time.

However, with the threat of Dragon Venerable and Xuantian Venerable Lords, Wu Chi naturally did not dare to rush back again.

When attacking the seal, Wu Chi also suffered some injuries, but this was already a trivial matter.

Returning to the Land of Chaos with the strength of the Sword Master, all the rules seemed to have lost their meaning to Wu Chi.

After calming down, Wu Chi slowly stood up from the ground.

This is just a small world that Wu Chi stepped into at will, and there is nothing special about it, with Wu Chi's current strength, the situation of the entire small world can be perceived almost clearly.

This is just a very ordinary small world, and there are many people in it, but the strongest one is only the Shattered Star Realm, and he can't detect Wu Chi's existence at all.

However, to Wu Chiwei's surprise, there was no trace of the invasion of extraterritorial demons in this small world.

After a slight groan, and with a shake of his body, Wu Chi tore through the space and directly appeared in the sect where the Shattered Star Realm powerhouse was.

The other party is an old man in plain clothes, and now he is sitting under a tree, playing against people.

The one who played chess with the old man was a young man, obviously a junior of the old man, and even when he was playing chess, his face was still a little respectful, and his butt was only half of the stool.

The old man held the black, and dropped a son at will, and his face naturally showed a touch of pride, "Qinghua, you have cultivated your potential over the years, and your chess skills have fallen a lot, and when you get to the middle game, you have to throw yourself in the toset." ”

On the chessboard, a large number of white chess pieces were killed by the old man, and it was obvious that there was no need to play anymore.

"It's not that my chess skills have fallen, it's that your chess skills have improved too quickly, Ancestor. Laughing and putting the chess pieces back into the chess box, the young man continued helplessly, "However, the next time I come back, Ancestor, if you want to win me again, it won't be so easy." ”

"Haha!"

Hearing this, the old man laughed, shook his head and said, "You little slippery head, it seems that you are deliberately letting me, an old man." ”

"Tsinghua doesn't dare!"

Bowing down with a smile, Yan Qinghua shook his head.

"After all, playing chess is just a small way, except to make me an old man happy, there is no other use, your mind should indeed be more focused on cultivation. With a chuckle, the old man also stood up, "In the past hundred years, geniuses have emerged, and although the extraterritorial demons are still in trouble, the situation has finally stabilized under the control of Lord Feng Han. ”

"Yes, although there are many geniuses, but Lord Feng Han's strength is still the first person in the Nether, in that battle twenty years ago, Lord Feng Han turned the tide of the battle with one person and one sword, and he completely killed the extraterritorial demons of a small world, this strength is really admirable. Yan Qinghua echoed sincerely.

"Yes, in that battle, I was also fortunate to witness Lord Feng Han's demeanor! The old man shook his head slightly mockingly.

"Ancestor, why do you bother to be arrogant. ”

Waving his hand, interrupting Yan Qinghua's flattering words, the old man's face became a little solemn, and he said slowly, "It's not arrogant, it's true! Qinghua, you must understand that although our Bixia Sect is dominant in this small world, but if you look at the world, it is only a corner after all! You are a great genius in the door, but once you go out, you also have nothing to be proud of. ”

"This time I asked you to go to the Dark Hell Realm, in addition to cultivating, I also want you to really fight with the demons outside the territory, and lay a dozen foundations for the future war! Lord Feng Han once said that the war with the demons outside the territory is a big war related to the survival of our human race, and what is needed is not the hard work of a certain person or some people, but the concerted efforts of all human races. ”

"Yes, Tsinghua has written it down. Nodding slightly, Yan Qinghua bowed down to be taught.

"Qinghua, you are quite talented in the way of the sword, if you have the opportunity in the future, you might as well try it, do you have a chance to worship in the Iron Sword Gate. ”

When it came to the Iron Sword Gate, Yan Qinghua's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of reverence, "Old Ancestor, it is rumored that Lord Feng Han's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds again after worshipping the Iron Sword Gate, you say, in the future, will I also have the opportunity to meet that legendary Sword Ancestor Wu Chi?"

"It's good for young people to have confidence, but don't be too ambitious. With a smile, the old man shook his head and said, "What kind of identity is the Sword Ancestor, where can you see it! If you really want to have that day, you should work hard to cultivate, and one day you will make great contributions to our human race, maybe you will have a little hope to see the Sword Ancestor." ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wu Chi couldn't help but laugh a little.

Sword Ancestor, when did he have such a title again.

However, this young man is also interesting, whether it is talent or temperament, he is barely good, such a person, since he has met it, it can be regarded as fate.

Thinking of this, Wu Chi's figure flickered, and he appeared under the tree, and interjected softly, "It is not necessarily difficult to see the Sword Ancestor, little guy, I have a set of swordsmanship here, if you can learn it, how about I take you to see the Sword Ancestor?"

Wu Chi's opening, whether it was Yan Qinghua or the old man, couldn't help but change color.

"Who?"

Yan Qinghua subconsciously turned around and was about to draw his sword.

The old man's reaction was much faster than him, and the moment he saw Wu Chi, he bowed slightly and saluted, "Bixia Sect, Lu Yuan greets his seniors." ”

Although the other party seems to be just a young man, the cultivation of this thing has never been judged by appearance.

Being able to appear here quietly, and even not notice it until the other party speaks, is enough to show the strength of the other party.

As long as it is not an extraterritorial demon and has this strength, this predecessor will definitely not lose.

Seeing the old man saluting, Yan Qinghua finally reacted and hurriedly followed suit.

With a wave of his hand, a smile appeared at the corner of Wu Chi's mouth, and with a light pick of his fingertips, the saber on Yan Qinghua's body suddenly came out of its sheath and fell directly into Wu Chi's hands.

"Little one, you see, I'll only do it once!"