The ancient sword is mediocre, and it does not have the coercion that everyone imagined.

The moss and wind erosion on the bluestone tablet indicate its age, the cracked stone lines indicate its solidity, and the aoki sword is still the ordinary aoki sword, carved from the most ordinary aoki.

This kind of green wood is the most popular among the poor people in the market, a copper can buy fifty catties, easy to make a fire, crisp, children can easily break, the best to cook.

It is this kind of low-grade material carved from the green wood sword hidden in the bluestone tablet for many years, intact and without any traces of erosion, the tip of the sword is like cutting tofu into the resolute bluestone tablet twenty centimeters, so ordinary that it is outrageous.

"Is it really the big man's magic weapon?"

You can't blame everyone for being contemptuous of it, Akimoto Bai himself thinks the same way, so he has to look at Shi's resolute and credible face, seeking a little confidence.

"Phew! A handful of such a lowly ...... Ahem, ahem, the villain has such a lowly mouth......"

Zhao Cheng was about to shout and cheer for the White Crane Gongzi and humiliate Qiu Yuan Bai Yifan, suddenly, he opened his mouth, fortunately he was sensitive, and he turned around halfway through the words, and secretly meowed around, and everyone paid attention to what he said, Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Naturally, everyone didn't pay attention to what he said, and the focus was on Dugu Wuming, the elder of the Dark Night Division, only to see him straighten his clothes, his hands in a virtual posture, step by step, step by step, solemnly towards the cracked bluestone stele.

Walked to the bluestone stele, bent over, and kept a false posture with both hands, one palm was placed under the hilt of the aoki sword, and the other palm was placed under the position where the aoki sword was submerged into the bluestone stele.

The Aoki Sword naturally fell into Dugu Nameless's hands, and everyone could see that it was Aoki Sword himself who fell into his hands because of his respectful attitude.

No one doubts the authenticity of Aoki's sword anymore!

Dugu Wuming slowly straightened up, step by step, step by step, fell back into place, looked down at the Aoki sword blankly, stroked the sword with one palm, spared no spare, and said in a low voice, "Ten thousand years ago, the Pope took you and swept away the demons......"

The melodious voice pulled everyone to that scene at once, and there was a majestic young man in his mind, wielding an Aoki sword, and the demons were subdued to the ground......

Hiss!

Dugu Nameless fingered the hilt of the sword, and gently waved it into the air, but there was no brilliance, and there was no flying sand and stones......

I can see with the naked eye that inside the forbidden land, outside the forbidden land, all the trees, flowers and plants have lowered their heads, the wind is also still at this moment, the ripples in the blue wave pool dare not ripple, and a pair of mandarin ducks have their necks deep into the water.

The silent power of moisturizing things is the most powerful coercion in the world, this coercion that makes all things pilgrimage is left over from 10,000 years ago, and no one can guess how powerful the big man was 10,000 years ago!

"Elder Yuan, this magic weapon is originally your Qingyun Sect's."

The contract is here, the Aoki sword is also there, Dugu Wuming doesn't want to wade into this troubled water, and he doesn't want to fall into the stigma of history, so it's better to return this hot potato to Qingyun Sect to deal with it by himself.

It's just that......

Before the Aoki sword was handed over to Yuan Han'an, a cyan and simple aura suddenly appeared on the sword's body, and at the same time, the contract in Yuan Han'an's hand also glowed with a golden light.

The green qi and the golden light converged in mid-air, and gradually gathered the image of a character, which was a middle-aged scholar of medium stature, with sorrow between his eyebrows, but there was a coercion that people couldn't help but worship.

"Jiang Chengzi!"

Qiu Yuanbai couldn't help but call out, he hadn't seen Jiang Chengzi, the scholar's dress was the same as that of the ancestor of the dotted lips, and it was expected that when the ancestor fought against the enemy, he was also dressed as a scholar, Jiang Chengzi missed Yiren, and unconsciously learned her attire.

Qiu Yuanbai couldn't help but complain in his heart: "The big names of Qingyun Sect all look so ...... Is it ordinary? ”

In good conscience, Jiang Chengzi is not ugly, and he also has the posture of being above the middle-aged, but standing with the ancestor of the dotted lips, he is indeed a bit of a flower...... That feeling.

It was a divine consciousness left by Jiang Chengzi, and the others had long since passed away.

Jiang Chengzi casually looked at the people on the ground, just like a creator looking down on all beings, even if it was a divine sense, he could know how domineering he was ten thousand years ago.

"Elder of the Divine Pavilion is nameless to meet the Pope!"

Dugu Wuming is an elder of the Divine Pavilion, and his status is similar to that of the Qingyun Sect, so it stands to reason that he does not need to perform this great gift, not to mention that the other party is just a divine sense, but it can be ...... That person is Jiang Chengzi, so it's normal and necessary!

"Well, you're a contemporary Divine Pavilion Elder?"

Jiang Chengzi's tone was very arrogant, he deserved to be arrogant, without him, there would be no current Tianyuan Empire.

A streamer came out of Jiang Chengzi's hand and fell between Dugu Nameless's eyebrows, the streamer was very thin, Dugu Nameless could blow it away with a casual breath, he bowed his head respectfully, and let the streamer enter.

"Elder of the Divine Pavilion ......", Jiang Chengzi frowned and sighed, "Weak!" ”

In the past 10,000 years, it is estimated that Jiang Chengzi is the only one who dares to say the word "weak" to the elders of the Divine Pavilion.

"Hmm...... Fortunately, it is a peaceful and prosperous time! Jiang Chengzi tilted his head, as if thinking about that period of history, "If there is turmoil, the Elder of the Divine Pavilion is so cultivated...... Ay! ”

"The junior is a demon clan, and the realm is limited!" Dugu Nameless is still very respectful.

"By the way, you're a demon! What is the strength of the contemporary pope? ”

"The juniors don't dare to guess, and they don't have the ability to guess, the strength of the juniors, the nine elders of the Divine Pavilion are ranked last......"

"Well, you're at the bottom of the list, right!"

It's hurtful, and only Jiang Chengzi is qualified to say that.

"My divine consciousness has been sleeping for 10,000 years, and I was awakened by my junior about half an hour ago, who is that person?"

"Elder of the Qingyun Sect!"

Half an hour ago, the two of them who had shown their strength, Xu Jingyang and Li Ruoyu, just didn't know who Jiang Chengzi was referring to.

"Well, it's not bad, it's comparable to me back then! Good, good, good! ”

It's as good as he was back then!

What a comment, and, from the mouth of such a proud man, it must be true!

Qingyun Sect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

Just because of Qiu Yuanbai's troubles, the people who had some "exaggerated" feelings about the Qingyun Sect were full of respect for the Qingyun Sect again, and they didn't dare to underestimate it.

"Hey, the strength is the same as mine, but it's still not as good as her!"

Everyone didn't know who "she" he was talking about, but they knew it immediately!

"Oh, why did I forget about business!"

Jiang Chengzi, who had always been arrogant and indifferent, suddenly seemed a little impatient, but more excited.

"Xiaoyou, are you the descendant of the Daoist friend of the dotted lips and the dotted lips?"

I don't know what kind of magic power he relied on, he knew the identity of Qiu Yuanbai at once, and when he said the word "dotted lips", he was still a little nervous, and even a little stuttering, which shows how he was infatuated with Yiren back then, and he can also know that he didn't get Yiren until he died, and he won't miss it so much.

"That's right, Senior Jiang Chengzi, I came here with your promise to the ancestor of Dianjiang Lips to accept the lonely grave of thousands of miles outside the Short Songgang and Baiyun Line, but your juniors don't give it, maybe your words are useless!"