This sentence woke up the angry sword Lao Huai: Who sent the secret letter? The sword spirit is raging, how could his apprentice, who is the number one disciple on the eccentric spirit, put himself in danger? The Han family has been in the world for thousands of years, how could he not know that the anger of a Jindan peak sword cultivator cannot be provoked?

Seeing that the sword Lao Huai put down the wood ghost sword in his hand, the cute instrument spirit boy also looked at his master with a little disdain, and went back to the sword to continue to sleep.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the sword Lao Huai, who was thousands of miles away, finally softened his face a little. He stepped forward with his sleeves and bowed to Jian Laohuai: "Congratulations on your promotion to the peak of Jindan." ”

Jian Laohuai looked up and down at the old man in front of him, who was seven or eight points like his old friend, and just snorted coldly: "It's really yin and yang weird for you to say this." ”

Han Jun, the younger brother of the previous head of the Han family, is now also one of the few Jindan peak sword cultivators in the spirit vein, and he is absolutely at the top of his combat power. If it was this Jin Dan who rushed to support in the first battle of Jizhong, it would probably be the loss of two demon emperors in the eclipse.

Of course, Han Jun should have retreated into the background a long time ago, and would not go out of the ancestral land again, be a guardian of the Han family, and secretly protect the incense of the Han family. Compared to Jian Laohuai, there is not so much freedom.

Even if Han Jun is old, he can vaguely see the sword eyebrows and starry eyes of his youth when the smile appears on his face. At this time, he didn't have a sword in his hand, and he obviously wanted to negotiate with Jian Laohuai.

"Why don't you go into the house and talk about it in detail?" Han Jun tentatively said.

Jian Laohuai's face was still not good-looking: "It's right here! Where is my apprentice now, is there any danger? If you can't let my apprentice come back safely, I will dismantle your Hidden Sword Pavilion." ”

Han Jun smiled bitterly: "We have already dissuaded Bai Muyou, the sword spirit in the Hidden Sword Pavilion is turbulent, even if the monks of the Imperial Weapon Realm enter it, there is some danger, let alone go in to concentrate on reading the classics, it is even more fool's dream." ”

Jian Lao Huai was silent. Waiting for Han Jun's next step.

"But you, this apprentice, listened to the sword spirit raging, but his eyes lit up as if he had just met a supermarket sale when he was just getting paid......," Han Jun looked at Jian Laohuai's reaction while watching it, "Why else, as a member of the spirit vein, you must help the Han family share their worries, and try to help calm down the turmoil." If you don't believe me, I've got a scroll here to record the scene of the curtain......"

Jian Lao Huai silently raised his right hand: "No need, it's him." ”

Not to mention Han Jun's wonderful metaphor, just "help the Han family share their worries", you can be sure that your baby apprentice didn't run away!

In this way, Bai Mu actually had the certainty of self-preservation to pursue the opportunity. But Jian Lao Huai was not stupid, he took out his hand and asked Han Jun to read a secret letter on it. After Han Jun glanced at it, his expression instantly became solemn.

"The sword mound of the Hidden Sword Pavilion is in turmoil, and Bai Mu is in trouble. ”

The sword spirit is turbulent, the sword mound is turbulent, and the difference between the words is very different. The news of the turmoil in the Sword Shrine had just been known even to Han Chengxiong, the current patriarch, how could it be conveyed to Jian Laohuai so quickly?

Even if Jian Laohuai knew that someone was planning this farce behind his back, he was still a little angry: "Don't tell me that you don't know that it's the Sword Shrine Turmoil! If there are really those sword weapons that get out of the Sword Shrine, don't be Bai Mu, even you and I have to weigh it." ”

Jian Lao Huai pulled Han Wen, the culprit who was already dying, and asked, "Who borrowed your courage to trick Bai Mu into the Hidden Sword Pavilion?!"

Han Jun, who was at the level of the elder of the Han family next to him, was better than Han Chengxiong at this time, although he was a little uncomfortable with Jian Laohuai's behavior, but he also looked at this junior elder with disgust: Betraying the family for small profits, this kind of person just cut off an arm, and the punishment is a little rash.

That Han Wen's eyes were frightened, and he opened his mouth several times but there was no sound, and by the time Jian Laohuai noticed that something was wrong, a black blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Hanwen is dead. Destroy all the forms and gods.

Everyone present was silent, in front of many Jin Dan, in the Han family's ancestral land, a Jin Dan elder of the Han family was completely killed like this!

Jian Lao Huai's face was pale, if it weren't for Han Jun seeing all the details clearly on his side, I am afraid that everyone would think that it was the angry Jian Lao Huai who personally killed the elder of the Han family guarding the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and even if the Han family had a discerning eye to see that someone was behind the layout, a dispute would be inevitable, otherwise wouldn't it be cold to the upper and lower clans?

This behind-the-scenes rao is vicious, far beyond the imagination of Jian Laohuai!

Han Jun watched Han Wen wilt and turn into pus like a withered flower under the poison, and his eyes became more and more terrifying.

He exchanged glances with Jian Laohuai, now tracking down the mastermind behind the scenes is a secondary matter, the first thing to do is to find Bai Mu and rescue him from danger.

"Cheng Xiong! Open the Hidden Sword Pavilion. ”

Han Chengxiong had not yet woken up from the shock brought by the poison that could poison the Jindan Realm, and when he heard Han Jun's call, he looked at his uncle, who was usually taciturn, but saw that Han Jun, who had not held a sword for a long time, had an extra six-grade long sword in his hand.

"Brother Huai and I went to the sword mound to find out, and now the clue can only be found on that guy!"

The door of the Hidden Sword Pavilion opened, and the two Jindan peak sword cultivators, Sword Lao Huai and Han Jun, both entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion Zheng Those sword spirits who were still wandering on the first floor were involved in their sword domain, and instantly became the rations of two complete six-grade sword weapon spirits.

......

On the wasteland of the sword mound, Bai Mu threw aside the sword spirit that he had beaten up, and the sword spirit with a single name of "deer" shrank and didn't dare to move, I don't know why this sword cultivator was suddenly so irritable.

Bai Mu looked up at the sky and said silently: the only way he could get relief from the deer was that there was no way.

The deer also woke up a few years ago, and he was still in a state of madness, but at night, he was able to regain his memory, instead of wandering in the wasteland like an unconscious float before.

In his words, it seems that someone tore the barrier in a unique way a few days ago and took something from the sword mound.

"Lower String Sword ......" Bai Mu knew that it was that black shadow who used a unique method to open the seal of the sword mound and take the sleeping upper and lower string swords away from the sword mound. Maybe it was the sword that awakened consciousness, or maybe the black shadow did it on purpose. The seal of the sword mound that missed the upper and lower quarters moon is loosened, and perhaps more and more sword spirits will awaken from the cycle of madness and amnesia that has been going on day after day.

But now Bai Mu has to do something else. The deer, who thought he had escaped again, struggled to get away from Bai Mu, but he heard the ancient sword under him break in response, and the spirit body that he should have dissipated ten thousand years ago was finally like smoke in the wind.

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