After the gray-clothed old man reluctantly left, the mysterious young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion finally revealed his true body.

Zhong Lidao and his party were surprised to find that this young master not only looked like a young man, but his cultivation realm was just a knot.

A young man in the Dan period is actually the owner of this Hidden Sword Pavilion, and according to the old man in gray, the swords in this house are all refined by him.

With just the realm of the Jiedan, you can refine a magic weapon with the highest grade of the first grade of the ground level?

Probably this is a genius, Zhang Songwen suddenly felt a little envious.

When he was in Wangsheng Valley before, there was always a senior brother pressing on his head, and after following Zhong Lidao out of the valley, he found that people who were stronger than him were a lot of them, and now the team has joined Wei Guya, an old-timer who has been reborn.

In this team, he is like an insignificant character, what is the point of Zhong Lidao keeping him?

Zhang Songwen was a little confused.

Just when Zhang Song was confused, Wei Guya on the side suddenly pointed at the young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion and shouted: "Why are you still alive!"

"What, this ......" The young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion saw Wei Guya's appearance clearly, as if he had seen a beautiful sword, a look of admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said gently, "This sister has seen me before?"

"No, it can't be!" Wei Guya shook his head again and again, his long silky hair swayed left and right, scattered, "How can someone keep their appearance unchanged and survive for thousands of years in the realm of Jiedan!"

Hearing Wei Guya say this, the young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion's face changed, and hurriedly denied it: "Of course it can't be, it must be Your Excellency who admitted your mistake, maybe it's because of the bloodline, and the appearance is similar, so Your Excellency mistook me for an ancestor." ”

"So, are you a descendant of Yang Ziyi?" Wei Guya said the name in his memory.

Yang Ziyi was the master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion at that time when Wei Guya came to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to learn the art of refining weapons thousands of years ago.

The masters of the Hidden Sword Pavilion in the past dynasties were extremely mysterious and rarely showed up, and Wei Guya only happened to meet Yang Ziyi to reveal his true face by chance.

At that time, Yang Ziyi was also in the Dan period, and the sword casters in the Hidden Sword Pavilion also called him the young master, so Wei Guya was deeply impressed by the young master of this Dan period.

Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, Wei Guya came to this Hidden Sword Pavilion again, and actually bumped into a descendant who was exactly the same as Yang Ziyi's appearance and cultivation.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

But if it's not a coincidence, it's too exaggerated to be able to live for a thousand years as a teenager during the Dan period!

No, there is another possibility!

Wei Guya suddenly stared at the young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and said coldly: "Are you supposed to be an evil cultivator?"

If Yang Ziyi is an evil cultivator, all this will be explained.

There are all kinds of methods of cultivating, and it is not completely impossible to survive for a thousand years through a certain method.

"No, he's not an evil cultivator. Zhong Lidao suddenly spoke, "These sword weapons in the house are all made by his hands, but I don't perceive evil nature on these swords, so he is not an evil cultivator, it's just-"

"It's just what?" Wei Guya's face was anxious, "At this time, don't sell the old bell, hurry up." ”

Zhong Lidao glanced at the young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion before continuing: "It's just that he has indeed lived for thousands of years, and he has also cultivated the spiritual roots of the five attributes at the same time. ”

The secret that had been hidden for thousands of years was suddenly revealed, and the young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion raised his hand and blasted out a string of blazing fireballs, and then took advantage of the fire light to cover it, and his body retreated violently, intending to escape.

However, he only took a step back, and his back came to a sudden stop as if it had hit a thick wall.

Zhong Lidao seemed to have expected that the young master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion would escape, and as soon as he spoke, he instantly walked behind the other party and successfully stopped him.

"Why did you run away, did you do something unseemly?" Zhong Lidao looked at the "young man" who was a head taller than him, and said lightly.

The Lord of the Hidden Sword Pavilion is different from Wei Guya, he has really survived a thousand years, although his cultivation has limited the level of his combat object, but in terms of the number of battles, he is far more than Wei Guya.

The Lord of the Hidden Sword Pavilion judged that he was far from Zhong Lidao's opponent the moment he fought.

"Why don't you run away? Do you stay and be tortured by you?" Even though he knew that his current situation was in danger, not much different from those animals that were left to be slaughtered, the young man still had a proud face when he spoke.

"Rest assured, we're not interested in your secrets. Zhong Lidao said, trying his best to show a smile that he thought was quite kind, "I'm just curious, that gray-clothed old man obviously has the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage, if he stays by your side, he can save your life in a critical moment, but why do you deliberately drive him away?"

When the young man saw Zhong Lidao's smile, he felt a chill: "If you can't laugh, don't laugh, it's even more crazy when you laugh." As for why I drove Fauber away, that's my private business, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

Zhong Lidao nodded: "Okay, since you don't want to say it, then I won't ask." As our companion, I will treat you with the respect you deserve. ”

"Wait, wait—" the boy wondered, "when did I become your companion?"

"I think we need a swordsmith on our team, and you're just the right fit. Zhong Lidao said, turned his head to look at Zhang, Li, and Wei, "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, no—" Li Quan and Wei Guya shook their heads again and again, eager to raise their hands in agreement with Zhong Lidao's decision to join the gang, but Zhang Songwen did not speak.

Zhong Lidao sensed that Zhang Songwen's emotions seemed to be wrong, so he said seriously: "Each of you is a unique existence, and it is also my indispensable help. Put away those unnecessary distractions and follow me with peace of mind. I assure you that everyone can show their worth in the team. ”

"Slap, slap, slap-" The Lord of the Hidden Sword Pavilion clapped his hands twice expressionlessly, "Your words sound like a good leader, but it's a pity that I'm not interested in being your junior brother." So, can you let me go?"

Zhong Lidao shrugged: "I wanted to let you go, but you can't go." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud "pop", and a figure smashed through the courtyard door and fell in.

Everyone found out that this person was actually the old man in gray who had just left.

The gray-clothed old man was covered in blood and shouted at the young man, "Young master, run!"

"Fauber?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask him what was going on, when suddenly a huge pair of scissors poked out from under the shadow of the old man in gray!

The next moment, the blades of the scissors closed, and the young man watched as the old man in gray was broken in two!