Ning Baifeng was momentarily stunned.

It's not that he saw the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master let him do this, but the Pavilion Master's last title.

Senior Brother Ning.

The name itself is not very strange, but if it comes out of the mouth of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion, it is a wonder in the world.

From beginning to end, Ning Baifeng was only a third-generation Sword Pool disciple, while the pavilion master was the oldest generation in the sect, and the difference between the two was not a little bit of a generation.

At this time, he was actually called a junior brother by the pavilion master, if this was spread out, the degree of shock would definitely be no less than the fact that Zuo Ci was a spy in the sword forest.

Ning Baifeng's expression was shocked, and he turned his head to look around.

The pavilion master seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled: "Don't worry, they can't hear or see clearly." ”

When Ning Baifeng heard this, he looked back at the pavilion master, knowing that the other party must have used some unknowable means.

The gimbal was shrouded in a layer of water mirrors, and no one noticed anything unusual.

The pavilion master continued: "You are the second disciple of Uncle Liu, and now you are the master of the sword pool, you and I are naturally brothers, don't be too surprised." It's just that it's not convenient to show your identity at the moment, and I hope my junior brother will forgive me. ”

As soon as this explanation came out, Ning Baifeng knew where this Senior Brother Ning came from.

Based on this sentence, many things are implicit in it, such as the moon fall, such as Su Lao, such as the chief edict.

It is not only to explain the reason, but also to indicate the intention of identity.

At the same time, Ning Baifeng calmed down, "Pavilion Master...... Don't mind, I don't really want people to know about it. ”

The word senior brother, Ning Baifeng really couldn't say it, maybe the contrast was too great, maybe it was because something happened suddenly, he always felt that something was wrong.

The pavilion master looked at the white-clothed young man who was gradually fading into greenness, and his face showed a look of relief.

Although he is the same in generation, his eyes are like looking at a promising junior, and he is very relieved in his heart.

Although Ning Baifeng had long been accustomed to being watched, he was still a little unnatural at the moment.

The pavilion master grinned happily and said with a smile: "Okay, it's important to get down to business, today is a big day." ”

Ning Baifeng's expression immediately straightened.

Today is indeed a big day, the Yuntai on the sword, the mountain gate everything, are extraordinary.

The pavilion master turned to look at the left side of the other place.

At this moment, the water mirror disappeared silently, as if it had never been.

Everyone in the cloud platform looked at this ordinary-looking man, even though they had different thoughts, but no one spoke.

The disciples and teachers of Hui Yuanshan were surprised, and there was a trace of excitement in their eyes.

The pavilion master, who had never stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, actually came out.

Zuo Ci looked at the pavilion master, his expression was very calm, and said, "If I remember correctly, the last time we met, it seems that it was when I succeeded the Zhenyue Peak Lord. ”

The Pavilion Master nodded and said softly: "That's true, your Peak Lord's edict was still issued by me." ”

Speaking of this, there was a hint of remembrance on his face, "What happened hundreds of years ago seems to be just yesterday." ”

For them, great practitioners, hundreds of years are just a retreat.

And for the people below, it is often a lifetime.

It is rumored in the world that the pavilion master never appeared, not that the pavilion master did not appear, but that they lived too short to see the moment when the pavilion master came out.

It's brutal, but it's also very real.

Zuo Ci chuckled softly.

At that time, he was also high-spirited, but the precipitation of hundreds of years made him gradually become the master of Zhenyue Peak who never smiled.

When his cultivation was low, he couldn't pry the Sword Pavilion, and his mood was naturally very relaxed, but when his cultivation gradually increased, the pressure in his heart became more and more intense, until now he had to make a desperate bet.

Zuo Ci took a deep breath and said, "Do it, I don't need mercy!"

The look of remembrance on the pavilion master's face faded, and he looked at him and said, "Your life shouldn't be ended by me, you haven't hated them all these years?"

Zuo Ci was silent,

He knew that when the pavilion master said about them, he was referring to the Sword Forest. And the meaning of hatred refers to treating him as a pawn, leading step by step to today's point of disrepute

"Perhaps, but it doesn't make sense anymore. Zuo Ci sighed lightly.

To this day, if it weren't for Zuo's resignation, with his current identity and strength, Jian Lin would not be able to help him.

Zuo Ci sighed in his heart, in the final analysis, it was actually just the desire in his heart that was trending.

The Pavilion Master said: "How about carrying the Sword Forest for so many years, and also making a move for the Sword Pavilion? ”

Zuo Ci's eyebrows drooped slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I only want to die!"

The voice is resolute and cannot be refused.

The pavilion master sighed: "But it is also worth dying, I can give you a chance to vent the hatred in your heart." ”

Zuo Ci was slightly stunned, and then his face changed, "You ......"

The pavilion master smiled softly, but did not speak.

......

......

Since the appearance of the pavilion master, everyone outside the cloud platform has all looked at him curiously.

Some gray-haired elders who have lived for hundreds of years have a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world.

The pavilion master rarely personally inquired about the affairs of the mountain gate, and even many times the Yuntai sword debate, he only used the glazed tiles to assist in the lottery, and finally announced the results. Seldom appears in front of everyone.

Since the last time they appeared in the mountain, they were just ordinary disciples who had just started, Zuo Ci had just taken over Zhenyue Peak, Zhuo Xinyuan's eyebrows and hair were still black, and Huan Jun and Gu Hanying had just become Taoist couples.

I don't know how many years ago.

Cultivation has no time, and it is vividly reflected in this moment.

Many people from a sect who came here to watch the ceremony never only asked the name of the pavilion master, but they had never seen the true face of the pavilion master.

On the contrary, the younger generation of disciples felt that they lacked something while being excited.

As for what it is, I can't describe it.

"The Pavilion Master looks good...... No momentum. ”

Ruan Manman stood beside Lang Ping and muttered softly.

Wu Zi next to him thought for a moment and said softly: "Do you think that you should be dressed in a majestic sword robe, with white eyebrows and hair, and a long beard hanging down your chest, which is in line with the image of the pavilion master?"

Ruan Manman was stunned for a moment, and then nodded thoughtfully.

Lang Ping heard the conversation between the two, and his eyes looked slightly at the man in the other place, who was wearing a crane and his eyebrows were white.

Zhuo Xinyuan, the lord of Shangyang Peak, is very in line with this image.

The two of them spoke in a very small voice, and the others did not hear it, but the conversation on the gimbal spread to all directions.

Everyone didn't understand what the pavilion master and Zuo Ci meant, but the pavilion master had already turned to look at the periphery of the cloud platform.

This gaze was very calm, even very bland, but it swept over everyone, and everyone was shocked.

This feeling, like the newborn morning sun, although it can be seen every day, but when it breaks through the clouds and mist on the horizon, the light falls on the field, it is still refreshing.

The subtle chatter between the gimbal instantly subsided.

The pavilion master's gaze finally fell on the corpse lying in the sword boat.

Many people also looked somewhere, and then looked at the young man in white on the gimbal.

The pavilion master sighed regretfully and waved his sleeves slightly.

Pei Qianshan's corpse immediately flew up and went to the Sword Pavilion that was high in the sky.

When Pei Qianshan's body was about to approach the Sword Pavilion, a gust of wind blew, and his body was like smoke and dust, blown away by the wind and drifted into the distance.

After the body dissipated, a dark cyan long sword appeared and flew into the Sword Pavilion.

Ning Baifeng looked at this scene, and there was no wave in his heart.

No matter how many people outside the gimbal looked at him with strange eyes at this moment, he would not waver.

This sword that flew into the Sword Pavilion was one of the original ** Sole Sword Array, if it could be used as evidence, he would not hesitate to tell the identity of Pei Qianshan's sword servant.

Even at some point, he wanted to tell Jiang Feng the news of Fushanhe, and then let Jiang Feng tell the pavilion master and let him kill Fushanhe directly.

But after thinking about it, he chose to forbear.

The reason is that Liu Jian was at the beginning

Those earth-shattering old-timers can't kill him completely, so telling them is not necessarily the right choice.

What's more, there is an irreconcilable battle between them, so in his personal opinion, the best thing to do is to kill the enemy with his own hands.

This is the most correct way to do the battle of avenues.

After seeing the sword disappear, the pavilion master looked at the people outside the cloud platform.

"Since then, there have been many kendo talents, especially today. ”

The pavilion master said in a calm voice: "Although some unpleasant things have happened, the flaws are not hidden. The younger generations should not be overshadowed by us old people. ”

"If there is no objection, the final victory of the five people in the Yuntai Sword Debate this time will be decided, and from now on, you can go to the pavilion to practice the Supreme Sword Intent. ”

The voice spread throughout the sea of clouds, and no one said much.

The five people of Yuntai Sword Discussion have been recognized in the previous generation.

Among them, Ning Baifeng was the strongest, so no one had any objections.

The pavilion master stretched out his hand and beckoned to the Sword Pavilion.

Everyone was puzzled, but they saw four beautiful sword rays flying out of the Sword Pavilion, hovering on the gimbal.

Four Creation-grade swords.

Everyone's eyes fell on these four simple and elegant swords, and their eyes were bright.

As a sword cultivator, it is extremely normal to be obsessed with swords, not to mention the four immortal-level swords, how can you not be moved by your neighbors.

However, the treasure was in front of him, but no one dared to stretch out his hand.

The Pavilion Master's gaze swept over the four victorious people on the sword boat, and said with a smile: "Why, you all don't either? ”

Only then did the four people outside the gimbal wake up and fly forward one after another.

One person, one handle, just right.

It was only soon discovered that of the five people who won, only Yue Hanyi and the four who won first were rewarded, but Ning Baifeng got nothing.

Some people thought to themselves, could this be the punishment for him to kill Pei Qianshan?

Others remembered that Ning Baifeng had said that he didn't look down on the winning reward, was it because he was willing?

The four people who got the sword all glanced at Ning Baifeng, with different expressions.

Ning Baifeng still looked calm.

Then Yue Hanyi bowed to the pavilion master.

The other three followed.

Although Nan Qiuye and Qi Yu were not disciples of Hui Yuanshan, they still saluted seriously.

To a certain extent, Taibai Sword Mansion and Qinglian Jianping are the ancestors of His Excellency the Ding Sword of Huiyuan Mountain, and saluting is also the proper meaning.

After the sword was awarded, the pavilion master nodded with a smile, turned to look at Ning Baifeng, and stretched out his right hand.

Ning Baifeng was immediately stunned, not understanding what this meant.

Yue Hanyi and the other four were also confused.

The people who were saluting outside the gimbal felt even more inexplicable, but they faintly felt that this seemed to have another meaning.

Ning Baifeng glanced at the palm of his hand and felt that this was to shake hands with him?

His gaze moved up the palm of his hand, a gentle gaze at the Pavilion Lord. After being slightly stunned, Ning Baifeng stretched out his right hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

The Pavilion Master's voice instantly remembered in his heart.

"Senior brother, please borrow a sword. ”

Ning Baifeng was shocked.

On the palms of the two holding each other, a brilliant sword light suddenly burst out.

In an instant.

The pavilion master let go of his hand and held a nine-foot-long purple jade sword, pointing at the sky.

All eyes fell on the sword, and then looked at the sky.

"The sky is above, and the way of the sword is supreme. Today, in the name of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion, I will bring it back to the Yuanshan Ding Sword Pavilion and claim the Sect to the heavens!"

"It's called Sword Sect!"

The voice of the pavilion master was deafening and resounded throughout the world.

A sword light rushed up from the purple jade sword and crashed into the high Sword Pavilion, and the entire Sword Pavilion immediately burst into brilliant light, and the top of the Sword Pavilion was even more sword light that rushed straight to the sky.

Subsequently, the sky shone brightly.

Above the endless sea of clouds, countless sword lights rushed up from the ground, reflecting the glow of the sky in the distance.

At this moment, the sect is called to the sky, and the heaven and the earth congratulate together.