Su Daochen didn't express his position, showing his thoughts, and asked: "The inheritance of the sword master is so important, I think with the strength of the five major dynasties, there should be a lot of Tianjiao heroes who are in line with their age, can't they take it like this?" ”

With a wry smile, the old man Yang Jingchun looked melancholy and sighed:

"Alas, it would be nice if it was really so easy, the Sword Valley of Hatred itself is in a secret realm, although there is a great opportunity, but it is also dangerous and unpredictable, in the past hundred years, the five dynasties have sent countless disciples to go, but in the end, they all returned, and they have not even seen the inheritance."

"Yes, the Sword Master Inheritance is not easy to take, that place is mysterious and dangerous, many disciples have been buried in Sword Valley, and our Wanbao Pavilion has also lost many elite disciples, and they will never come back."

The Lord of Wang Kun Pavilion also nodded sadly, his eyes flashed with sadness, the losses were all the elite disciples of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, and as the Lord of the Five Pavilions, he was naturally very uncomfortable.

"Is it worth it?"

Leng Buding's voice sounded, and Su Daochen asked, "Does the Sword Master Inheritance really exist?" Over the past hundred years, the major dynasties have lost so many excellent disciples, just for this legendary inheritance, is it really worth it? ”

The atmosphere fell into a dead silence, everyone was silent, and their faces were a little gloomy.

But the moment he finished speaking, Su Daochen smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

He got one thing wrong.

He has the soul of the emperor, endless treasures, and many means, but what about these dynasty families?

What is almost indifferent in their own eyes may be regarded as a treasure in the eyes of these dynastic sects, or even beyond life!

Especially for the five dynasties with delicate relationships, whoever can get this sword master inheritance will have the opportunity to break the shackles, unify the surrounding dynasties, and establish a sacred dynasty!

This kind of thing that upsets the balance has a fatal temptation, and who can turn a blind eye?

The Sword Valley of Hatred is like a bright light in the night, and the people of the major dynasties are like moths to a fire, rushing forward desperately, just for the ethereal inheritance of the sword master.

"What the five dynasties can't do in a hundred years, you don't expect me to do it, do you?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Su Daochen looked at Yang Jingchun with a smile.

With an embarrassed smile, Yang Jingchun's dim eyes rolled, and said, "Don't worry, little friend, in addition to the inheritance of the sword master, there are other opportunities in this Sword Valley." Although these opportunities are not as good as the inheritance of the sword master, they are not trivial, if you get these opportunities, you will definitely be reborn and go to the next level. ”

"Dean Yang is right, after many disciples found these opportunities, their strength has greatly improved, and their later achievements are very extraordinary, far surpassing the martial artists of the same generation, and all of them have become the core existence of their respective forces."

Yun Yang fluttered in a green robe, his face was elegant, and he echoed with a smile, "The major dynasties send disciples there, not only can they play the role of training disciples, but also gain opportunities, and can even show their respective national strength and deter other countries, so that later it was agreed that a dynasty meeting would be held every five years to choose the disciples from all sides." ”

Su Daochen nodded, in this way, this is indeed a good place to leave the Sword Valley.

However, in the expectant eyes of everyone, he still shook his head and refused, he didn't want to do thankless things.

"I understand your old kindness, but I don't intend to do this, this letter of recommendation should be left for other disciples who need it."

Stuffing back the letterhead, Su Daochen turned around and left.

"Little friend, wait a minute." Staring at his departing back, the old man Yang Jingchun shouted softly, his face was not anxious, but a little confident.

Hearing this, Su Daochen's footsteps paused slightly, waiting for the following.

The old man took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he didn't see his voice, but Su Daochen's face was slightly condensed, and his flickering pupils showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

"Okay, I promised."

It didn't take long for Su Daochen to turn back to the old man Yang Jingchun and pick up the letter again.

The faces of several people around were stunned, feeling like they had missed a century, what happened? Why did you inexplicably agree?

In the face of everyone's doubts, the old man Yang Jingchun smiled and said nothing, and Su Daochen didn't give them a chance to speak, put away the envelope and turned around.

Others: "......."

Just as Su Daochen walked out of the field, a fat figure jumped up, hugged Su Daochen heavily, and shouted excitedly.

"Fog grass, Brother Chen, are you really my Brother Chen? This is too strong, isn't it, it's a strong pervert! ”

Slender Jun's eyes shone brightly, his cheeks were slightly red, and his hands danced excitedly, as if he was in another world, and it was still hard to believe that Su Daochen could have such strength.

"Dead fat man, get away, the master's body and bones are about to be shaken apart by you."

Su Daochen faced the sunset, revealing the color of wanting to cry without tears, the little fat man shook his arm tightly, his strength was surprisingly great, and his arm was slightly numb when he pinched it.

"Hey, hey."

Embarrassed and smiling, Slender Jun scratched the back of his head, suddenly thought of something, and shouted a little unpleasantly: "Brother Chen, discuss something, can you not call me fat in the future?" ”

After a pause, sensing Su Daochen's gaze, his eyes rolled, and he pouted and struggled: "Just.... Even if you call me fat, can you not call me fat? No wonder it's ugly. ”

"I can't."

"Oh."

The group of people who followed behind couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene, this little fat man was really a living treasure.

Under the awe-inspiring and adoring gaze of many disciples, Su Daochen still walked through the crowd indifferently, and his footsteps suddenly stopped and scanned the surroundings.

"It's really fast, but the monk can't run the temple if you run, and it's your turn right away."

After sweeping around, he didn't find Su Shuirou and a few people, Su Daochen sneered and didn't care too much.

Today is to kill Yan Feiyang, as for the others, take your time, none of them can run!

In a few days, he will personally hit the Su family and return his grandfather's innocence!

"Little brute, give back my son's life!"

At this moment, a terrible cold drink came from behind Su Daochen.

The king of the county struck quickly, the python robe around him was bulging, his face was distorted and hideous, the aura in the middle of the transcendent realm was incomparable, and the murderous intent in his eyes was completely revealed.

I struggled inwardly for a long time, panic, anger, and resentment..... All kinds of emotions filled his heart, and in the end, he still couldn't watch his son's murderer leave unharmed, he couldn't do it!

His beloved son is dead, so what's the point of him living?

The robe fluttered violently, the arm of the county king tightened and condensed into a palm, and in an instant, the surrounding void trembled, a large amount of true yuan was poured into it, the arm shook slightly, the blood red visible to the naked eye in the palm of the hand, and a large amount of heat gas was steamed, and the burning void made a "whoosh" sound.

"Great Flame Palm!"

The hoarse angry shout stirred the heavens and the earth, and the county king mobilized the true yuan of his whole body, and launched the strongest blow desperately, hitting fiercely through the void.

"To this king.... Die! ”

Whew!

As soon as the words fell, a blood-colored palm shadow five feet large, wrapped in a heat wave visible to the naked eye, surged, and along the way, wherever the blazing palm wind passed, the void emitted a slight wail, which showed how terrifying its power was!

Many of the disciples turned pale, and they were so frightened that they threw out a few drops of urine, and fled in all directions, using all the strength to eat, but they were still swept away by the aftermath of the strong wind, their bones were broken, they were seriously injured, and they were whining all over the place.

Behind Su Daochen, the faces of the group were furious, and Yan Chengze's palm could be described as an indiscriminate attack, and even they were within the attack range.

"Presumptuous! Have you forgotten what the Lord of the Pavilion said? ”

Wang Kun Pavilion Lord snorted coldly, and was about to suppress it, but was stopped by Su Daochen with a wave of his hand, he had to do this matter himself!