Fang Tianhan's left arm was cut with a sword edge, a stinging pain, and blood quickly overflowed.

This eldest grandson Zongheng is actually an authentic sword cultivator of the Divine Sword Sect.

It is also a sword cultivator who has disappeared from this world.

Sword cultivation, only practicing swordsmanship, forming a soul contract, blood contract, etc. with the sword, so as to gain great power.

Fang Tianhan was naturally not the opponent of the eldest grandson Zongheng.

After a while, there were already eight or nine injuries on his body.

"Stop." Fang Tianhan glanced at the Qiankun Sword and shouted, no longer dodging the sword move of the eldest grandson Zongheng, and let the sword stab at his chest.

The Qiankun sword whined and trembled violently.

Fang Tianhan saw that the Qiankun Sword flew over as if he was conscious, cutting off the sword of the eldest grandson Zongheng.

The Qiankun Sword floated in front of Fang Tianhan.

The eldest grandson, Zongheng, laughed, and the aftermath lingered.

Excitedly, he hugged Fang Tianhan fiercely and shook it three or four times.

"Heavens, earth! Finally made me wait for the master. "The eldest grandson Zongheng was extremely grateful.

Master?

Fang Tianhan didn't have time to ask, he bared his teeth in pain, and reminded loudly: "Senior Eldest Sun, I have an injury on my body, and you have pressed my wound like this." ”

"Oh." The eldest grandson, Zongheng, hurriedly let go of his hand and bowed.

Fang Tianhan stopped the bleeding while pulling up the eldest grandson Zongheng.

If you win, worship yourself?

The etiquette of the ancients was really strict.

"Eldest grandson, according to your rules, I am considered to have done this?"

The eldest grandson Zongheng presented the Qiankun Sword with both hands, and it looked like he was ten years younger all of a sudden, "Since the Qiankun Sword recognizes Fang Gongzi as the master, then this sword is Gongzi's." ”

Fang Tianhan stroked the sword body, cold and piercing, and took the sword.

This sword, made of sterling silver, is hollowed out and decorated with clouds, shining brightly.

The subtle picture of the sword hilt is mysterious.

"I am the sword keeper of the Qiankun Sword, and since it recognizes the master, that Fang Gongzi is also my master."

After speaking, the eldest grandson Zongheng once again made a great salute of confession.

That's amazing!

"The eldest grandson, the eldest grandson, the younger generation can't afford this gift." Fang Tianhan hurriedly pulled the eldest grandson Zongheng up, and accidentally touched the wound again.

It hurts so much that I bared my teeth.

"Master, I have a hemostasis." As he spoke, the eldest grandson Zongheng took out the medicine powder and helped Fang Tianhan with medicine.

"Senior, the word master is annoying to me, so you can call me cold."

"No, no, according to the rules, you must call the master." The eldest grandson, Zongheng, shook his head and pouted.

The powder is a good medicine, and the bleeding stops after a while.

The gentle appearance of the eldest grandson Zongheng made Fang Tianhan sneer.

"Call my master, can you do what the master commands?" Fang Tianhan asked in a low voice.

"This ......" Eldest Sun Zongheng hesitated for a moment and spoke: "Of course, do as the master instructs." ”

"The rule is, do what the master tells you to do? It's OK! ”

The eldest grandson Zongheng affirmed again, "Yes, yes, everything is under the master's orders." ”

Fang Tianhan straightened up, puffed up his chest, and looked at the eldest grandson Zongheng lazily, "Don't call my master in the future, call Fang Tianhan, can the eldest grandson Zongheng listen?" ”

"This and this......" Eldest Sun Zongheng couldn't think of a word to refute it at once, "But, master, this makes me ......"

The eldest grandson, Zongheng, felt embarrassed.

"Eldest grandson Zongheng, you were just wrong, calling us Tianhan. Wrong once. ”

"Am I wrong? I, I, I," the eldest grandson, Zongheng, was so anxious that he began to stutter.

"Shout Fang Tianhan."

The eldest grandson, Zongheng, blushed, but still didn't want to change his words.

"Shout Fang Tianhan."

"Definitely either? I think the title of master is better. ”

“……”

"More imposing, more imposing."