In the Biyou Palace, the Tongtian Sect Master sat on the nine-fold platform and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Since you two are already here, why are you stopping outside the palace?"

Before the Tongtian Sect Master's voice fell, the Qingyun on the top swayed, reflecting the heavens.

When Yun Zhongzi heard this, he carried Duobao Dao people into the hall.

"Disciple to meet uncle."

"Disciple to meet Master."

The Tongtian Sect Master seemed a little sleepy, he propped up his eyelids and looked at the two people in the audience.

"Duobao, why did you lose an arm?"

The master of the Tongtian Sect is the honor of the saints, and the supernatural power is unimaginable, and any wind and grass on Jinao Island cannot hide from him, not to mention that it is a battle with a lot of momentum.

He didn't directly hold him accountable at the moment, but instead asked about the reason for the broken arm that he had already known, which was really a bit strange.

Duobao Dao was cut off an arm, and he was already very angry, and he had to bow his head due to the situation before, but now he was naturally aggrieved when he saw his master.

But he had just sworn not to embarrass Yun Zhongzi because of the matter of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, but he didn't know how to answer.

Yun Zhongzi raised his head and saw that the Tongtian Sect Master was drowsy, and immediately understood the mystery.

Most of the Tongtian Sect Masters knew about Duobao's rebellion, and they were unwilling to put this matter on the bright side at the moment, so they simply dropped the name of the sect.

"Uncle Qi, Brother Duobao has reconciled with his disciple, and the two of us had a very happy conversation, during which we talked about swordsmanship.

Brother Duobao Dao is worthy of being passed on by his uncle, and his kendo attainments are extremely high, and the disciple is happy to see the hunt, so he proposes to discuss the sword.

Brother Duobao Dao saw that my Dao age was short and my cultivation was shallow, so he let his disciple ...... with a sword."

Yun Zhongzi clutched the broken arm, lowered his head and frowned and stopped talking.

Duobao Daoist raised his head and looked at the nine-fold platform.

The Tongtian Sect Master's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to have settled down.

Duobao Daoist seemed to understand something, he gritted his teeth, and then spoke.

The apprentice believed that his realm was profound, and he gave birth to a contemptuous heart, so he gave up a sword.

I don't want Yun Zhongzi's swordsmanship to be extraordinary, just this sword, the apprentice can't parry, so he loses an arm. ”

The Tongtian Sect Master's eyelids moved, and it was not easy to open them again.

"So, you're just missing an arm because your sword went wrong?"

"Exactly."

Duobao Dao people lowered their heads, and their voices were like mosquitoes and flies.

Yun Zhongzi made up his mind when he heard this, and knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion, so he hurriedly raised the broken arm.

"Brother Duobao Dao is damaged, and the disciple has nothing to do, so he can only ask Uncle Shi to help.

After this incident, he was punished by his uncle, and the disciple had no complaints. ”

Only then did the Tongtian Sect Master set his eyes on the severed arm.

He waved his sleeves slightly, and the Duobao Daoist was swept away by the wind, hanging in the air and unable to fall, and the arm also flew over and connected to the broken point.

The Tongtian Sect Master stretched out two fingers and pointed at the void thirty-six times, but wisps of starlight came from the sky and turned into silk threads to sew the severed arm of the Duobao Dao man.

The sage's shot is naturally not trivial.

Once the immortal Dao is damaged, it will be difficult for the cultivation to survive.

The Tongtian Sect Master continued to connect the arms of Duobao, sewed them with starlight, and then filled the loss with the saint's righteous qi, so it was a supreme magic method to return to the original.

No matter how the Duobao Dao people felt, Yun Zhongzi was fascinated by it, and when it came to a critical moment, he even took out a pair of jade slips and recorded them with divine thoughts.

In less than an hour, the Duobao Daoist has already extended his arms, and the Dao body is not leaking.

"This is the case, you must not be fierce again, if you fall into a catastrophe, you will not be able to save your life as a teacher!"

After the Tongtian Sect Master spoke, he immediately waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew Duobao Zhenren back to the cave.

Yun Zhongzi saw that Duobao was taken back like this, so he immediately accepted the jade slip, lowered his chin and frowned, and did not dare to act rashly.

"I thought it would take you three months to understand this sword, but I don't want to underestimate you."

The Tongtian Sect Master's eyes are waveless, like a cold pool for ten thousand years.

"Uncle Shi taught me well."

Yun Zhongzi was concise and to the point, but still didn't dare to raise his head.

Although Yun Zhongzi cut off Duobao's arm for a reason, this place was the dojo of the Tongtian Sect Master, and to hurt his disciple was to damage his face.

Whether the saint is happy or angry, no one can guess the truth.

"If it weren't for the cause and effect of four hundred years ago, you would have entered my sect."

The Tongtian Sect Master's expression softened, and his tone was a little gentle.

Yun Zhongzi still lowered his head, but pricked up his ears and waited for the next step.

"When you were born a thousand years ago, the heavens were chaotic.

It took your ancestor 600 years to re-set the number of days.

If you had come to the Biyou Palace a year earlier, you might have been my closed disciple at this moment. ”

The Tongtian Sect Master suddenly smiled, and then raised his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

Yun Zhongzi was shocked when he heard this, what does it mean that he came into the world to be chaotic, and what does it take six hundred years to reset the number of days?

He remembered that Yuan Shi Tianzun had said that the name of Fu True Immortal was given by Hongjun Ancestor.

How can the poor road be so important?

"Uncle Mo isn't trying to trick me?"

Yun Zhongzi finally raised his head and faced the Tongtian Sect Master.

"You are not the cause of the chaos of the heavens, but the fruit of the chaos of the heavens."

The Tongtian Sect Master lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Yun Zhongzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If he is really the culprit who disturbs the heavens, he is really afraid that Hongjun Ancestor will destroy him one day if he doesn't like him.

"You should have been in the teachings a thousand years ago, so you and I really have no chance."

The Tongtian Sect Master looked at the Su Wen Sword Embryo behind the cloud neutron and shook his head slightly.

"Why did Uncle Shi tell his disciples these secrets?"

Cloud neutrons are a bit puzzling about this.

If this could be said, Yuan Shi Tianzun would have said it a long time ago.

If this matter can't be said, the Tongtian Sect Master has said it again.

"Explaining the way of heaven should be expounded and follow the sky, but intercepting the religion should intercept a glimmer of life for those who are destined.

You are the first of the disciples of the Second Sect to commit the killing ring, and I am afraid that you will not be able to contain it after opening this opening.

Today I reveal these secrets to you, if my Biyou Palace is in danger of destruction, you need to protect the last inheritance of the Interception Sect. ”

The Tongtian Sect Master's expression was solemn, and he didn't seem to be a fake at all.

Yun Zhongzi heard this, but he still couldn't understand it.

Now it seems that in the past, when the days were chaotic, several saints more or less explored a few heavenly opportunities, in this case, why can't they work together?

The poor road only has a mere golden immortal realm, the cultivation is shallow, and there are not a few decent magic weapons, how can you take on this great responsibility.

Besides, if this matter is known to Yuan Shi Tianzun, Yun Zhongzi will be guilty.

"Destiny is hard to disobey."

The Tongtian Sect Master grabbed the Qingping Sword and looked at Yun Zhongzi with a smile.

"Since Uncle Shi has the grace of passing on the sword to me, and he has never cared about today's affairs, the disciple should repay the peach."

Yun Zhongzi thought about it for a long time, and finally agreed to the matter.

Although it doesn't end well to be Erwuzai, it's better than dying under Qingping's sword at this moment, right?

Yun Zhongzi sighed heavily, he had already decided that he must meet the ancestor he had never met in the future.