Half a day later, tens of thousands of miles away in the capital of the Ottoman Empire, in the newly built Imperial Palace of Sword Saint City, the Sword Saint was calmly looking at the mountains of documents in front of the table, his appearance had not changed much compared with eight years ago, he was still so heroic and extraordinary, still so majestic, especially the silver hair, brighter and more elegant than before.

At this moment, between the eyebrows of the Sword Saint, there is an indescribable heroic spirit, although the strength of the whole person is still in place, there is no further breakthrough, to the extent that he can compete with Perrault, but his temperament is no longer the same, because his state of mind has been improved, and for half a year, the Sword Saint has been cultivating his mind.

This is also the mystery he saw from the sword god realm cultivation exercises on the page obtained from the nameless ancient scroll, if you want to break through the holy realm and enter the divine domain, you must first practice your mind, only if the state of mind first surpasses more than the holy realm, the strength can break through, otherwise, it will only be in vain to continue to cultivate without taking any pains.

Therefore, the current Sword Master is more like a seasoned king, rather than just a simple sword cultivator, he has become more restrained than before.

For eight years, in order to improve his state of mind, the Sword Master spent all his time dealing with state affairs, except for the swordsmanship cultivation that he had to insist on every day.

Because, he felt that only by doing this, temporarily forgetting that I am a peak powerhouse of the Holy Domain, can his state of mind gradually improve, and in this way, he can have the opportunity to break through the bottleneck of the peak of the Holy Land.

Although, Juggernaut is not sure that this method will be successful, but he has time, and he needs a lot of care to take care of the reconstruction of the Ottoman Empire, so he will do it.

The facts finally proved that his approach was correct, and the complete transformation of the Sword Saint's temperament at this moment was the best proof of this.

But just like that, it can't let the strength improve with the improvement of the state of mind, so the Sword Saint will continue to cultivate over and over again, so that he is not only cultivating himself, but also cultivating his mind.

Today, it was the most ordinary day in eight years, and it was noon at the moment, and the Sword Master got up after reading the stack of documents in his hand, walked out of the room where he handled state affairs, and walked towards the palace in the kitchen.

In the past, no one dared to disturb him at this time, let alone send a signal to his unique communicator. Because, in the middle of the day, the only time for the Sword Master to rest, and only at this time, the Sword Master will completely relax himself at noon lunchtime, let himself be like an ordinary person, eat, or even take a nap.

Today, naturally, it will not be an exception, after walking out of the room, all the soldiers bowed their heads in unison, respectfully saluted the Sword Saint, and followed.

But at this time, "Dudu Dudu...... ......"A signal that only communicators can emit inexplicably, sounded inexplicably.

Hearing this, Juggernaut's footsteps stopped.

The next moment, his face changed instantly, he was no longer kind, and he no longer smiled, but glanced at the soldiers beside him with some displeasure, and said sternly: "How many times have I said it! During this period of your official duties, you are not allowed to turn on the communicator!"

As soon as these words came out, the Sword Saint didn't give any orders, but just re-emphasized the rules of the palace again, but the cronies who guided him turned pale, revealing a face that was even more ugly than the Sword Saint's master, pointing to a group of soldiers behind him, like the real master, shouting: "Whose communicator rang just now?"

Turn it off! It's your Majesty's lunchtime!Are you still recruits!!? you don't even know the most basic rules!!?

When the soldiers heard this, their faces turned pale, and they stretched out their hands in fright, and hurriedly groped in their thick armor. ...,

A moment later, one communicator after another, like seeds breaking through the ground, emerged from the armor of each soldier and appeared in their hands.

The next moment, all the soldiers carefully checked their communicators to see if the signal was turned off. Five seconds later, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, put the communicator back into their armor, and regained their bowed posture, standing respectfully. Obviously, the communicator that rang just now was not theirs.

Seeing this scene, the Sword Master didn't say anything, just glanced at the cronies around him again, then turned around and continued to walk towards the restaurant. Seeing that the king didn't have any opinions, the cronies didn't say anything more, made a gesture of please to the Sword Master, and continued to smile and lead the way for the Sword Master.

"Your Majesty, we're all ready for lunch. ”

"Hmm. ”

The next moment, the two of them talked in a low voice as usual while walking, but before they could say a few words, "Dudu Dudu...... "The special sound that only communicators can make is actually ringing again......

The Swordmaster's footsteps paused, then stopped again, and turned to look at the soldier who was following him and was responsible for protecting his safety.

Seeing this, the soldiers immediately turned white with fright, and their bodies trembled in unison, and without waiting for the Sword Saint to speak, and without waiting for the Sword Saint's cronies to reprimand, they took the initiative to take out the communicator and show it to the Sword Saint with the screen that had clearly turned off the signal.

When the Sword Master saw this, his brows suddenly furrowed. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart and looked a little unhappy, after seeing that the screens on all the soldiers' communicators were indeed turned off, he let go of his brows, didn't say a word, turned around and continued to walk slowly towards the restaurant.

But at this time, he only took a step, and the "beep" sound that sounded twice in a row just now sounded for the third time.

Hearing this voice again, the Sword Saint took a breath, and finally sank his face and became angry. But when he turned around, he saw that all the soldiers behind him were still in their previous movements, not moving.

Seeing this scene, the Sword Master finally suddenly realized, turned his head suddenly, and locked his eyes on the body of his cronies. The cronies' faces immediately changed, and they hurriedly spread their innocent hands, shook their heads, and explained nervously: "Your Majesty, it's not mine." Today, my subordinates don't have communicators at all. ”

As soon as these words came out, the Sword Master became even more angry, and his face became even more ugly. But at this time, the sound of "beep" rang out for the fourth time.

At the same time, all the soldiers raised their heads in unison and focused their eyes on their waists, and the cronie looked embarrassed as if he had discovered something, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty...... His Majesty's ...... It's your ......"

But as soon as he said this, he didn't dare to say any more, only dared to stretch out his index finger and point towards the sword saint's waist.

"Mine?"

Hearing this, the Sword Master couldn't help but be stunned, his communicator had been useless for many years, how could he suddenly receive a signal today?

With this in mind, he looked down at his waist.

I saw that on my waist, on the screen of the communicator pinned like a decoration, there was really a row of signals requesting communication, and at this moment, the pitch-black screen was still flashing, and golden lights appeared from time to time.

It's really my communicator!

Seeing this scene, the Sword Master couldn't help but be stunned, because he really couldn't think of who would send him a communication at this time, but he didn't hesitate, didn't say a word, just turned on the signal with doubts, and pressed the red button on it.

The next moment, as a "snort" sound slowly sounded, a human face completely covered the screen immediately appeared on the pitch-black screen of the communicator, this person was none other than Charlie Ren, who had just been separated from Wuqi. As soon as he saw that the person who sent the signal to him was Charlie Ren, the Sword Master's brows immediately frowned again, and his expression looked very displeased. ...,

He told the other party this number, and he made the other party the supreme person in charge of the Mentuo Plateau, all because the other party and Wuqi were good friends, and for Wuqi's sake, he took care of each other so generously. But at the beginning, I had clearly told the other party that unless I encountered something particularly important, I should never call myself, because I was very busy.

The implication of this is that he doesn't want to have any more contact with the other party. But today, the other party actually took the initiative to send him a signal requesting communication, and of course the Sword Master was not happy.

However, just as the Sword Master was about to use the excuse to cut off communication and refuse to talk to the other party, he heard a message that made his face change greatly, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared immediately, and the whole person's mental state suddenly changed from displeasure to ecstasy.

"You...... You're telling the truth? Wuqi kid, he's not dead, and he's coming to our border now?"

"Yes. Your Majesty, when he left, he said that he was going south, so I thought he would go to you, so I sent you a message. ”

"Good, good, good, great! Charlie, you've done a great job, and you've done a great job this time. When the time comes, I will definitely reward you well. Well, in that case, let's stop the call, no wonder is coming, I must prepare well, and I must welcome him with the best courtesy!"

After saying this, the Sword Saint didn't even look at the soldiers around him, his body flickered, turned into a fleeting red light, and rushed out of the hall and left the palace alone.

The next moment, all the soldiers who were so frightened because of the anger of the Sword Master just now that they were almost out of breath finally relieved and let out a long breath. But they didn't leave there, but you looked at me, I looked at you, and their eyes lit up and they talked.

"You...... Did you hear that just now? Your Majesty said, Lord Wuqi is not dead! Lord Wuqi is still alive! I can't believe it!"

"That's right, don't talk about you, I can't believe it, I've seen the power of Lord Wuqi with my own eyes. That strength, not to mention, is stronger than His Majesty. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who is Lord Wuqi? Is that a character you can meet? Have you really seen him? Hmph! Tell me, what does Lord Wuqi look like?"

"Needless to say? Of course, he is handsome and extraordinary, and he is magnificent. Moreover, he is tall, with a height of 1.85 meters, and his whole body is extraordinary, masculine, and surrounds his body. How's that? Now you believe it, right?"

"It seems that you have really seen it! I didn't expect that Lord Wuqi's appearance alone is beyond our reach. ”

"Otherwise, how could he save the world, defeat such a powerful enemy, Balk, and become a hero?

"That's just as well. ”

After a long discussion, the soldiers slowly dispersed.

However, they had agreed that when Wuqi came to the palace, they must take a good look at each other to see if the other party is as different as the person who has seen Wuqi said. But after a few days, when they saw Wuqi's true appearance, they finally understood one thing, that guy had lied to them.

Because Wuqi's appearance is really too different from what they think, not only is his appearance as ordinary as his name, but he is also ridiculously short, a seven-foot man is not counted, only one meter six is tall, and he is still the kind that has just reached the standard.

At the thought of this, all the deceived soldiers had an urge to beat the man up.

Sure enough, a few days later, the person who made a big statement appeared in the palace with a pig's face and was teased by everyone.