(Not changed) except for a handful of people, even the Xuanhuang Pavilion, which is rumored by the world to be "rich Bing", has not really been dug up, the true origin of the old antiques in the Taoist Qinglian Sword Peak and the Old Bamboo Peak.

can be called an old antique, how many 100,000 years did the old man of Lao Zhufeng live?

Yin Burang, who has extremely high talent but a very shallow background, is not clear, of course, he will not care,

But more than once he was forced by the old antique to tell him about the "iron blood" in the past.

If the old antique picks up the pipe and smashes it, it is nothing more than what, "You kid don't know, how powerful the old man is......" If the old antique picks up the wine bottle, he will definitely be red after three sips, and he will be drunk and grab his neck, and then clasp it tightly, and it will be, "Don't look at the old man is still like this jade tree in the wind, you don't know how the old man ...... back then"

If it was really some deeds of the eventful years, it would have been enough to increase his knowledge, and the result would be ...... It's all a little about old millet and rotten sesame seeds. Of course Yin Burang didn't want to hear it, with this spare time, how many times could he condense his sword qi?

What can it be? If you can't beat it, you can't say it, and the old antique can't wait for him to speak, you say a word, and he can pay you back a hundred words—now, two or three hundred years later, he can't remember how many times he has sat under the bamboo forest of the old antique and had an epiphany retreat.

The old antique boasted more than once, "Thanks to the old man, you have practiced this skill without distractions!"

But he turned his head and looked indignant, "You kid, you don't know how to respect your elders at all, the old man told you a lot of blood, how much did you listen?" All in all, there was no trace of majesty as he said.

As for why he gave up the path of 'Xuanhuang Pavilion', and instead devoted himself to the Dao Sect, and then to Qinglian Sword Peak, it was a long story, in the words of the old antique - it was something that could not be explained clearly for three days and three nights.

After a thousand turns, the sword monarch named Yin Burang glanced at the towering mountains that were almost submerged by the sea of clouds, glanced at the girl in the hat, and said indifferently: "The old antique wants to see you." ”

'It's not shocking...... Ning Wuxin sighed, presumably just before, Qinglian Sword Monarch had already talked to the so-called 'old antique' of Jianfeng, and the two of them had probably pondered the strangeness on her body.

Can you not see this side? Naturally, you can, but you can't hide from the first day of the new year, but you can't hide from the fifteenth.

"See me?" Yin Bulet look at it, the girl in the hat suddenly frowned slightly, and then suddenly raised her head and glanced back at the elegant sword cultivator, her gaze was not unkind, after all, the other party was a first-vein sword monarch, but she hesitated in a complicated way, "Can you not see?"

The elegant sword cultivator didn't feel that the girl's words were inappropriate, but for the sake of the old antique, he still had to show the patience of the usual kendo cultivation and said, "But, I only suggest that before leaving the Dao Sect and going to the Dao Academy, it is better to meet each other!"

The elegant sword cultivator still did not have the intention of overwhelming people, and the eyes of the girl were extremely clear.

Later, this old antique almost didn't care about the world, just because she was interested in worshipping the sword edge, and it was definitely not to force the girl's self-humility 'half of the inheritance that seems to be powerful but can't see the future'.

"Then there will be Lao Jianjun to lead the way. The girl arched her hand slightly, and then her fingers tapped between her fingers, and the next mountain wind suddenly rolled, and the girl around her was gone, and on the top of her head, a black feather the size of more than one zhang had fluttered towards the sea of clouds.

"Five hundred miles to the northeast, the aura is the thinnest, but the land of green bamboo. After speaking, Ruya Jian Xiu stopped holding his sword, looked up at the sky, and suddenly muttered, as if talking to himself, and as if telling the old man who was far away in the depths of Jian Feng's vein, 'Ning Wuxin is willing to meet the old ancestor, and today Yin Qian will not go to the old bamboo peak to disturb the old ancestor and talk to this little girl's wit." ’

Potential, the real name of the elegant sword cultivator, but it is the road number given by the old antiques of Jianfeng.

After that, as if thinking of something important, the elegant sword cultivator suddenly showed a sudden look of return, and said in the tone of a passerby: "But ah, the ancestor should not talk to the little girl of the other family."

The little girl is not my Yin Qian, before she entered the Taoist Sect, she was smashed into the head by the great 'opportunity' of Jianfeng, there is no way back, if the ancestor still shows off to the little girl how powerful he was to meet gods and kill gods and ghosts.

How Yushu admires the ancestors in the wind, there are countless fairies and witches...... As a result, I can't even leave Lao Zhufeng's one-third of an acre of land, and I can't hold grievances for my disciples, but I take pleasure in bullying the disciples of the vein system, I don't dare to guarantee that when this little girl comes out of Lao Zhufeng, will she dare to go to the Internal Affairs Hall and light the natal spiritual lamp of the core disciples of Qinglian Sword Peak......

After speaking, Ruya Jian Xiu's mood was suddenly not good, and he looked strange.

Five hundred miles away.

The sea of clouds is at the top, the green mud under the feet, the bamboo leaves rustle behind him, the aura is thin and the bamboo fragrance surrounds the mountain, which is called the place of the 'old bamboo peak', an old man with a Taoist bun and a clear appearance looks at the sea of clouds and the void, cloudy and uncertain!

The cigarette stick that had just been filled with smoke in his left hand struck viciously in front of him, and then grabbed it out of thin air with the other hand - the elegant sword cultivator who was far away on the edge of the teleportation mountain peak was suddenly caught in front of the old man, this time, it was not a knock on the void, but a real cigarette stick knocked on the head.

The old antique's hand trembled, and after extinguishing the cigarette stick, he became angry, "You won't be on the house for three days?

After that, he seemed to vent his anger, and then he looked complacent, and hummed a few times:

"You kid is cheap and good, you know, if the ancestor opens the door, this old Zhufeng can be blocked, I don't know how many heroes and heroes want to cry and beg the old man to tell them about 'thinking about the year'!"

The elegant sword cultivator who was beaten hard and carried back to Lao Zhufeng with one hand still looked calm, and he didn't feel ashamed of it - in the past three hundred years, he had been trained by this old antique who taught kendo in various strange ways, and he had long been accustomed to it.

And as the first seat of the Qinglian Sword Peak, can you avoid the general trend left by this vein by controlling the general trend of this vein?

At the end of the day, this old ancestor is the only one left in this world who is willing to make him respect from the bottom of his heart, and he is naturally not the so-called true ignorance of the world, but he is lazy and he is unwilling.

Gently wiping away the spittle on the old man's face, the elegant sword cultivator looked helpless, and made amends: "My old antiques of Jianfeng are well hidden, and the younger generations admire and admire!" The old man who listened to it looked disdainful and disgusted - this sycophant shoot has no gold content at all!

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