Ouyang, who had regained his self-confidence, once again had a hippie smile on his face.

Pointing at the massive Optimus Pillar.

What is not even a pattern?

It looks like it's big, it's not good, it's useless!

It doesn't feel as good as when I wake up every morning!

……

Listening to Ouyang's words, the wind began to deviate again, and the immortals on the side looked confused.

It is recorded in the history books that the patriarch of his family has schizophrenia, which seems to be true.

And Huizhi behind him whispered a Buddha name, and his eyes fell on the green shirt that jumped off, revealing a hint of a smile.

Falling from the sky, Ouyang landed in the city of the Sword Forge Clan, a small city that looked desolate but was full of things inside.

All of them were dressed in white, with swords hanging from their waists, raising their heads slightly, and looking like they were looking at people with their nostrils.

Regardless of men, women and children, they all look like the first in the world of labor and management.

When Ouyang and the others landed, they attracted countless eyes.

Almost at the same time, Ouyang felt as if he was being locked by countless sharp swords.

Outsiders are not welcome here!

As a sword-forging clan that has been guarding the land of the Nine Shadows for countless years, as a living person, he is guarding the place of death here.

Outsiders are all dead monk spirits, and these spirits will eventually be hung on the Optimus Pillar.

So the sudden appearance of strangers made everyone vigilant.

Ouyang looked around and felt slightly surprised as he saw a child appear.

There is no food or water in this Nine Secluded Land, how did this sword-forging clan survive?

"Feeding with the painstaking efforts of my parents, because it is difficult to feed, the sword-forging clan has not increased by many people compared to ancient times." The immortal on the side said at the beginning.

This is the home of the dead, and it is difficult to survive here, let alone raise offspring.

If it weren't for being a monk, the life qi and blood were already long, I am afraid that even if the sword-forging clan survived from the ancient times by luck, it would not last long.

"Why don't you go out? You can go out, right? Ouyang asked suspiciously.

Hearing Ouyang's words, the expression on the immortal's face became solemn, and he said softly: "We are the remnants of the ancients, and we have long been abandoned by the times, and then choosing between heaven and earth will cause unnecessary disasters, and this is the place where my lord rests, we also want the times to stay here!" ”

It sounds pedantic and stubborn, but it is also such pedantic stubbornness that the creatures of ancient times will still create a splendid civilization under the high-pressure management of the immortals.

Ouyang gave up persuasion, because they had been stubbornly living here for tens of thousands of years, and this stubbornness had long been deeply rooted in their bone marrow.

It's not something that others can shake with a few words.

When the nearby clansmen gradually approached a few people with their swords, Xianyi also noticed that something was abnormal, and immediately shouted: "This is the reincarnation of that adult, don't be rude!" ”

"Ah, it's the reincarnation of that adult?"

"It's really that adult!!"

"Huh? Which adult is reincarnated? ”

"Stupid, that's the adult!"

"Who's that?"

"Riddler, get out!"

……

Xianyi's words fell, causing an uproar all around.

Reverence, incomprehension, admiration, doubt......

The various glances made Ouyang feel as popular as his idol in his previous life.

"Ahem, that's good! I'm the one! Ouyang raised his hand, and then shouted loudly.

"Oh hoo!"

An exclamation ensued, interspersed with "Who?" Who is it? Puzzled.

The wave of his hand caused an exclamation, which greatly satisfied Ouyang's vanity.

After all, it's not like asking Jian Feng, waving his hand to cause an exclamation, and he also needs to throw two detonation charms into the toilet.

It's a really cool feeling to be touted!

Just as Ouyang was enjoying the treatment of idols, two figures appeared in mid-air.

It was the second and third immortals who went to the Qingyun Sect with Immortal One.

Immortal Er bowed slightly towards Ouyang and said, "The patriarch has an order, please ask that adult to go to the temple!" ”

Patriarch? The current patriarch of the swordsmithing clan?

Ouyang, who was swaggering and preparing to follow behind Xian Er, was also curious about who the current patriarch was.

Hui Zhi just wanted to follow, but was stopped by Xianyi, they were polite to Ouyang, that was because Ouyang was the adult!

Huizhi is a monk, and he also deserves them to treat each other with courtesy? It's already polite to not use your nostrils to face Huizhi.

"What if the little monk has to follow behind the senior brother?" Huizhi's face was calm, but his tone was very resolute, and his hands that were originally folded slowly lowered.

"Heh, there is no shortage of you on the Optimus Pillar!" Xian Yi looked at Huizhi in front of him and said mercilessly.

The light of the Dao Buddha appeared on Huizhi, and if he didn't let him follow his senior brother, he could only break through!

Seeing that the monk in front of him actually wanted to make a move, all the sword cultivators of the sword-forging clan standing here pressed on the hilt of the sword with one hand.

As long as Huizhi dares to make other moves, they are ready to chop Huizhi into pieces in the next second!

Dealing with disobedient spirits, the sword-forging clan who have lived here for countless years is really too experienced.

There are amazing characters in every era, and they are equally arrogant and uninhibited when they die in the end.

Didn't he end up hanging on the Optimus Pillar as a mummy?

Seeing that both sides did not back down, Ouyang patted Huizhi's arm to signal that Huizhi didn't have to do this.

Huizhi snorted coldly and folded his hands again.

Without mentioning the episode, Ouyang followed Xian Er towards the temple.

The temple of the swordsmiths is located in the middle of the city, and it is a palace shaped like a furnace.

The plank road built up randomly by the boulders on both sides represents that the sword-casting clan now doesn't care about the immortals.

Xian Er stood in front of the stone gate of the temple, bowed to Ouyang and said, "The patriarch is too old to get up, please forgive me!" ”

Ouyang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind, and then pushed open the stone door in front of him.

Directly facing the gate is a stone statue of Li Taibai.

The stone statue is lifelike, and the white light on the surface is flowing, as if it has jumped from the stone steps in the next second.

Ouyang looked at the stone statue in front of him and was amazed.

"My lord, I like it so much, why don't you let the swordsmith carve one for you?" An old voice rang out.

Ouyang looked in the direction of the voice, and there was an old and decrepit old man sitting on top of the soft collapse.

"You're the patriarch of the contemporary swordsmiths?" Ouyang looked at the old man in front of him who seemed to be out of breath in the next second, and asked suspiciously.

"If you really are the adult, then do you remember the code between you and me?" The old man opened his eyes with great difficulty, and asked weakly.

"Cipher? What code? Ouyang looked through his memories suspiciously, and he didn't think of what code he had left in ancient times.

The old man who was about to walk in the rotten wood smiled at Ouyang with difficulty and said, "Young master? ”

This young master made Ouyang's expression pause, and the memory immediately came to his mind, Ouyang smiled and said, "Call me Patriarch!" ”

The old man laughed and lay on his back on the soft collapse, and muttered to himself, "Okay, young master! ”