"Senior Sword Forger, you recognize the wrong person, where am I a grandmaster, in Xialiu Xiaoyi, a person from Sanshan City. ”

Although he didn't know the details of the other party, Liu Xiaoyi hurriedly saluted and kowtowed head to head against each other, and the two looked very funny.

My father has taught me more than once that I should show enough respect for the elderly, regardless of their status, not only for their age, but also for the other party's ups and downs over the years.

Shangguan Baozi first helped the old man up, and then Liu Xiaoyi up, she didn't know what the two were doing, but she saw that the old man's figure was a little dim, so she hurried up and asked: "Senior, what is a grandmaster? You can even refine the spirit soldiers of the weapon spectrum, you must also be a grandmaster!"

Lu Ming stiffened his stiff back, trying his best to face the two of them, the fire of the sword-casting platform was still beating and burning, but all this seemed so unreal.

Whether it is the swordsmith who suddenly manifested in the stone room, or the three swords being forged into one, he was bowed down by the other party and called the grandmaster, in Liu Xiaoyi's opinion, it was a little too absurd.

When Lu Ming heard such a question, he suddenly realized that time had passed, and these poor juniors no longer knew what the Grandmaster meant.

"I'm not a grandmaster, you see this little hammer, it has followed me for hundreds of years, and it hasn't changed," Lu Ming picked up the little hammer and put it down, and said with a somewhat wry smile: "Yan Kendo has been brilliant for a thousand years, lonely for a thousand years, and silent for another thousand years, seeing the grandmaster's assets again, it is inevitable to be a little excited, forgive me, forgive me." ”

Above the Earth Spirit Realm and the Tianyang Realm, there is a higher unknown realm, at least the name of the Grandmaster is very unfamiliar, Lu Ming did not explain, his attention is still on the newly born sword.

Lu Ming's hands trembled, stroking the surface of the sword body, this is his most satisfying work so far, although the sword holder is not a grandmaster, but he already has the qualifications of a grandmaster, and he will definitely become a new grandmaster in time.

Liu Xiaoyi didn't put away the sword, just watched the swordsmith sigh and stumble at the Luhuang Sword, although it was a combination of Yin and Yang dual-strand swords, he could still clearly sense that the feeling of this sword had not changed, it was still the Luhuang Sword.

After a few moments, the swordsmith bowed again, this time to the Green Huang Sword, and when he got up again, his body was so empty that he could faintly see a shadow.

Liu Xiaoyi had many questions to ask, but he couldn't say a word when the words came to his lips, so he could only smile at the old man.

"If you become a grandmaster, please protect my human race for Yan Kendao, and thank you for Yan Kendao first!" The voice of the sword forger lingered in the stone room for a long time, and an inexplicable sadness lingered in the hearts of the two of them.

Shangguan Baozi couldn't help but sobbed twice, and said with some grievances: "I didn't want to cry, I just felt a little sad, woo woo, what's going on." ”

A similar situation also appeared in other stone rooms, but several old-timers thought that this was the tomb owner playing tricks, and except for Xiahou Ming, they all fought hard.

The worst thing is Elder Huawu, his plum blossom sword was destroyed, and his whole beard was stripped naked, and when Liu Xiaoyi walked out of the stone room, he happened to see this bald chicken, squatting in the middle of the sword test hall and crying.

Xiahou Ming had a calm face, he didn't expect to be put on a stand by the owner of the tomb, and it took a lot of sword energy to smash those virtual images and break out of the encirclement, after seeing that Liu Xiaoyi was still safe and sound, he couldn't help but be a little curious,

"It seems that what you have encountered is not much different from me, this cemetery is probably the ruins of a sect called Yankendo, and if you go further, you may encounter some strange things, and it is still too late to quit. ”

The wall leading to the Sword Trial Hall should be where the mountain gate of the Sword Path is located, and once you step inside, it will definitely be even more difficult to go back.

Huawu covered his head and said distressedly: "I'm not going forward, you guys don't go here, let's talk about it another day!"

With his appearance like this, some orcs would inevitably laugh at him if he continued to follow, and Hua Shaoqing had no choice but to say goodbye to Liu Xiaoyi.

Ye Gudeng, who didn't speak much along the way, knocked on the ground with his sword, his ancient pine sword, which looked like a thick wooden cane, was very heavy, and the ground was smashed into a piece by him, and it was obviously deflated in the stone room.

He didn't even enter the mountain gate, so he retreated, and Lei Gongzhen was disdainful of such a style, he tightened his belt, walked to the front and said: "Look at me opening this wall, I will meet these lonely ghosts for a while!"

I saw Lei Gongzhen holding the black stone sword high and slamming it against the wall at the end, and with a bang, the wall was destroyed by the sword blade, and then through the flying rubble, a dazzling sword burst out, and the nearest earth-shaking swordsman did not react at all, and was swallowed by the sword.

Xiahou Ming's eyes were quick, his left hand protected some Liu Xiaoyi, and the Qingfeng Sword slashed out again and again, resisting the rain of swords.

Bell!

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are dogs; the evening road, my generation takes the sword as a place to settle down, the fine person practices the sword for a lifetime, the qi and the sword have the same root and origin, the god is one with the sword spirit, the sword holder needs to remember, the world is protected by me, the heart is strong, and the death is resting. ”

There was the sound of Hongzhong Dadao, with the sliding of the broken stone of the wall, it came into everyone's ears, poor Lei Gongzhen, before he could react to anything, it turned into flying ash, and the black stone sword was broken into four pieces, lying alone on the ground.

The other two juniors also spilled their blood, were pierced by the sword, and fell to the ground.

Zhu Changqing took the first step along the bamboo sword and rushed in against the sword, "Harm my juniors, where did the demon come from!"

When the light in front of him dissipated, the bamboo sword was blocked by another iron sword, Zhu Changqing was a little stunned, it was not a living person blocking him, it was a stone figurine.

The stone figurines held an iron sword, and their limbs were flexible to fight with Zhu Zhuqing one after another, and the two of them were inseparable for a while, and what made everyone feel the most chilling was that there were thousands of such stone figurines in the field in front of them!

In the circular non dojo, there are stone futons on the ground, these stone figurines are sitting on the futon and listening to the preacher on the high platform, the wall that everyone breaks is the edge of the non dojo, and the stone figurines that fight with Zhu Changqing are sitting at the end.

"Who are you!, dare to break into my sword path, and suffer death!"

Hearing the stone figurine's words, Xiahou Ming was excited, and hurriedly took action to separate the two, "Misunderstanding!

Because when the preacher on the high platform opened his closed eyes and set his gaze here, Xia Houming felt his hairs stand on end and shivered.

Tianyang Realm! It's higher than Tianyang Realm!

Xiahou Ming's heart was pounding, for fear that this person would take his life like a bag. He had also seen it in the Tianyang Realm, but it was by no means comparable to the preacher.

"We are swordsmen from the Great Wilderness, we visited this place by chance, but we didn't find a way, so we recklessly broke into this place, please forgive me!" Xia Houming spoke, and wanted to retreat, but found that the sword test hall that he came from had disappeared into the night, and there was a hard stone wall behind him.

Even though it is the free and easy habit of the Qingfeng swordsman, there is also some nervous sweat on his forehead, and he has fallen into a desperate situation for the first time in decades!

This is a cemetery, how can there be a stone figurine that can speak, the preacher heard this, and said with a calm smile: "Li Yi, Li Shan, give a few futons to the guests, you wait to open a road, let the guests come closer." ”

To everyone's surprise, the other party was not angry, those eyes were full of wisdom, and when he looked at Liu Xiaoyi, the preacher sighed, took out the booklet from his arms, and looked for it carefully.

"Yes, yes, when Yan Kendo encounters a catastrophe in the future, he will meet a young knight, and it must be you. ”

Liu Xiaoyi was puzzled, but Xiahou Ming gave his eyes hard, so he had to ask stiffly: "Senior, we are a casual cultivator from a poor and remote country, and I don't know what kind of sect Yan Kendo is, so I am really ashamed to offend it." ”

The preacher smiled even more, and replied with a pleasant face: "Yan Jian Dao to this day, in the past three thousand years, although there is still some twilight, it can deter a little, but after all, it is not a matter of talking about it, but your cultivation is so poor, but your understanding of the sword is very pure, it really surprises me." ”

Hearing this, everyone's faces were full of bitterness, Zhu Changqing shrank his neck even more, not daring to look up at him, and the one who fought with him was the weakest among the thousands of stone figurines, just following the path they had dodged away, and he could clearly feel that the closer he got to the preacher, the stronger the sword intent became.

"Have you met Lu Ming?" the preacher suddenly asked, "Only his hands can create a sword ...... comparable to that of a grandmaster."

Before the words fell, Liu Xiaoyi honestly took out the brand-new Green Huang Sword and pushed it in front of the preacher.

The preacher was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly took it with both hands and took it carefully: "It's not comparable, it's the Grandmaster Sword, could it be that my Yan Sword Dao has suffered a great calamity? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The booklet in his arms was turned over by True Qi, and he turned to the last page, which said that two thousand years after the Yanjian Dao suffered a catastrophe and closed the mountain gate, a grandmaster would come and reopen the mountain gate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how many years has it been since you were the First Ancestor?"

"One hundred and three thousand five hundred and twenty-eight years. ”

The last date of the booklet was exactly two thousand years from the time it was stated, and the preacher looked lonely, and he saw his gray-white face through the reflection of the blade.

The preacher returned the sword to Liu Xiaoyi, holding the booklet in both hands and crying, and with his crying, the surrounding stone figurines also wept.

"Stronger than me! There is also today! I regret that I should not listen to people's advice and close the mountain gate!

This sentence shook the entire cemetery, and the gravel kept falling from the top of their heads, and Liu Xiaoyi and the others felt that there were insects in their ears, and the words alone made them dizzy.

"All the disciples listen to the order, gather my sword intent, hold the sword in his hand, and then open the mountain gate!"

The preacher clasped his hands together, forming a sword-shaped mark, and there was a peerless sword intent to break through the top hole and merge into the air, thousands of stone figurines followed his movements, and bright light was stimulated from the top of the hole, allowing Liu Xiaoyi to see the situation above his head clearly: a large rectangular lock pattern, more than 100 zhang long, lay across the top of the tomb, locking the entire tomb.