Sang Ming disliked the Kunwu Sword Sect.

Hearing this, the Northern Elder was directly angry, slapped the table and shouted,

"Your Sang family is poorer than our Kunwu Sword Sect, and you are embarrassed to dislike us?!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Su Changli only felt a headache, and wanted to go back to his snowfall peak.

"The relationship between the two is still as good as it was two hundred years ago, and they keep bickering as soon as they meet, and they are worthy of being the first year-old friend in the fourteen continents."

Sang Ming rolled his eyes when he listened,

"Who has a good relationship with him?"

None of them are of the same generation, that is, they are old guys who rely on the old and sell the old.

Bei Ming also nodded,

"Yes, yes, according to his seniority, he has to call me uncle."

It's really not polite at all!

Sang Luo listened to the question marks on his head, and looked at his father,

"Dad, have you still practiced under the Kunwu Sword Sect?"

Sang Ming snorted softly as he listened,

"That's not called practice, that's called learning, two hundred years ago, there was no one in the Kunwu Sword Sect who could fight."

Sang Luo's eyes widened as he listened,

"Daddy, you're so fierce?"

Sang Ming raised his hand and flicked Sang Luo's head, looking lazy,

"How do you speak? How do you think you got this talent, and it's not inherited from your dad and me? ”

Sangluo: "."

After a few people talked for a while, they dispersed.

Sang Ming had to take the disciples of the Sang family to settle down first.

It is also thanks to the fact that the territory of the Xuanyuan Sect is large enough, and the personal disciples of these seven sects and the eight families have entered the sect one by one to live, which is more than enough.

When everyone was gone, Changli Jianzun asked Sang Luo,

"Why did you lie to Sang Ming that you didn't know Chu Yanshu?"

Sang Luo pursed his lips and said,

"My father urged me to marry Chu Yanshu, I don't want it!"

Su Changli listened to a touch of surprise in his eyes, and then smiled,

"This Sangming really is"

His master's expression was too helpless, Sang Luo looked at Su Changli and asked,

"Master, did my father know you before?"

Su Changli nodded as he listened, and said,

"Xuanyuanzong and the Sang family are world friends, not only your father, but also your grandfather and great-grandfather."

Hearing this, Sang Luo suddenly realized a problem, she looked up at Su Changli,

"Master, my father is also a god, his talent is not low, and it stands to reason that my grandfather is too, but I have never met my grandfather and them, and I have never heard my father mention them."

She never understood before, the Sang family, as a big family, has a lot of talents, but why they are still ridiculously poor.

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and froze slightly.

Su Changli paused slightly, looked at the distance and sighed softly,

"Sang Luo, your Sang family has paid a lot for the Cangwu Realm."

Sang Luo was silent for a moment and said,

"My grandfather, are they all in the Demon Battlefield?"

"Yes."

Su Changli closed his eyes slightly,

"The Sang family has guarded the Boundless Sea Front for generations, resisting the invasion of the demon clan, three years ago, I went to the Sang family to discuss the demon war with your father, but I didn't expect that Feng Lijian would suddenly recognize you as the master."

That's why he brought her back to Xuanyuan Sect.

There is no peace in this world, but there are people who have been guarding this land.

The most enshrined in the Valhalla on the north mountain is the Sang family.

Su Changli looked at Sang Luo, and his mind was crossed by Lin Qinghan and Lu Changsheng's young people.

And they, in the near future, will also appear on that battlefield.

“.”

Sang Luo listened, falling into a long silence.

The first more ~

(End of chapter)