The swordsman said, "Yes, what? ”

Zhi Zhitian pointed at him with a cold iron fist: "I want to challenge you to see how strong the Alchemy Realm master is." ”

The swordsman was very disdainful and "hum": "It's up to you? ”

Zhizhitian asked, "What?" ”

The swordsman said, "You are not worthy." ”

Zhizhitian looked up: "Try it or you will know." ”

Suddenly, Wise Heaven charged a punch and hit it in the air!

The swordsman did not move, but drew his sword, and a gray sword qi flew towards Zhi Zhitian, colliding with the fist strength, the fist force broke, and the sword qi hit Zhi Zhitian's body, he was repulsed, barely holding on to not falling, but he still spit out a mouthful of blood.

If it weren't for the immortality technique cultivated in the Wise Heavenly Body, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand this blow.

Seeing that Ming Zhitian wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth and stood up, the swordsman nodded: "A layer of Qi cultivation can actually take me with a sword and not die, you are very good, what is your name?" ”

"Wise day."

The swordsman said "um": "You are not my opponent yet, you can go." ”

Zhizhitian endured the pain and bowed his hand: "Thank you." ”

"Wait." The swordsman said: "I see that your exercises are unique, unlike the exercises of any sect, you don't use swords, you don't use spells, you are martial cultivators?" ”

Zhizhitian didn't understand: "Sort of." ”

The swordsman said, "Let me ask, who is your master?" ”

Zhizhitian thought about it, and he was going to die anyway, but it didn't hurt to say: "Ran a boat." ”

"Shocked ......"

It's not a swordsman, it's not easy.

As soon as Wise Heaven left, the door of the hut was opened: "Stop! ”

"It's over, it's dead." Xiao Linglong originally wanted the swordsman to let them go, and breathed a sigh of relief, but she never thought that the doctor fairy would be embarrassed.

Wise Heaven turned around: "Something?" ”

It is not easy to wear a white dress, looks good, is very young, but you can't see your age.

She hurriedly came over and grabbed Zhizhitian's hand: "Say, say it again." ”

Zhizhitian was puzzled: "What to say?" ”

It is not easy to say: "Your master... No, who is your teacher?! ”

Wise Heaven said: "Ran a boat." ”

It is not easy to suppress the excitement, and asks: "Which one is the boat?" ”

Wise Heaven said: "Martial Saint Ran a boat." ”

"Boom!" These five words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, deeply slashed in her mind, and she clenched Zhizhitian's hand: "He's not dead?!" Where is he? ”

What Zhizhitian wanted to say, whether he wanted to or not, he pulled him to the small hut, paused, and looked at the swordsman: "You can go, today's matter, don't make noise outside." ”

The swordsman nodded, thinking, "Martial Saint's apprentice? Then he bowed respectfully: "Yes." Then he vanished.

Xiao Linglong wanted to follow, but she glared at her: "I don't want to die, stay away." ”

Xiao Linglong suddenly felt a chill in her back: "Oh." ”

Wise said to Buck, "Buck, wait for me here." ”

It is not easy to pull Wise Heaven into the small hut and close the door.

It looks like a small hut on the outside, but inside it is very spacious, and the most important thing is that there are few furniture and sundries, which looks simple and comfortable.

"You may be seated." It was not easy to let go of his hand and let him sit down.

Zhizhitian nodded, and the two sat down one after another, begging for trouble and not showing him tea, but asked anxiously, incoherently: "You are really a boat... It's his disciple... Junior? ”

Wise Heaven didn't hear clearly: "What? ”

It is not easy to clean up the mood and clear the words: "Is Ran Yizhou still there?" Where are the others? ”

Zhitian shook his head: "Shi Sheng is long gone. ”

It is not easy to say, "When is it?" ”

Zhitian shook his head again: "I don't know, when I saw Shisheng, he seemed to be just a wisp of divine soul, and he wanted me to apprentice, so I worshipped." But I remember that the master said that he had been waiting for my arrival for thousands of years or something. ”

Tears fell in one eye: "Five thousand years...... Yes. ”