In fact, this is still Sang Xiaoman's hand, and at the moment when the cloud character was shattered, she lifted the mountain character, otherwise this Gu You would have been splashed with blood on the spot.

"Do you still think that a woman can't inherit the position of the head of the Sang family?"

Sang Xiaoman smiled at the few people in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"What if you can draw a seven-rank cloud urn?"

Qu Ping picked up Gu You, who was coughing up blood on the ground, and pointed at Sang Xiaoman angrily:

"If you insist on going your own way, you will only let the Sang family fall into fire and water, and let all the branches oppose your Tianzi vein!"

Although Sang Xiaoman's strength surprised him a little, he did not change his opinion, and still felt that Sang Xiaoman was not suitable for the position of the head of the family.

"So what?"

Sang Xiaoman's face also sank.

"It's nothing, it's just that you have one vein, just wait for the seven veins to jointly crusade!

Tang He said coldly.

"Seven Veins Crusade?"

Sang Xiaoman sneered.

"Have you forgotten that the Sang family originally only had one line, but our ancestors remembered your merits to your own clan, gave you the surname of the Sang family, and let you practice the Sang family exercises, which is why you have seven veins. How dare you say such a high-sounding thing today, you ungrateful locusts, trying to take their place?

She didn't back down.

"There's not much more to say. ”

Sang Wuyun, who had not spoken much on the side, suddenly spoke, and he patted the armrest of the seat and stood up.

"Xiaoman's niece has such strength, and my uncle is also very pleased, and if he fights in the future, he will have no scruples. ”

He smiled, then stretched out a hand and slapped it on Sang Xiaoman's shoulder.

Sang Xiaoman instinctively wanted to hide, but found that his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and couldn't move, so he could only watch Sang Wuyun's hand slap on his shoulder.

"Smack"

Although it was only a light pat, Sang Xiaoman felt that his internal organs were about to be smashed.

Seeing that Sang Wuyun's hand was about to be slapped down again, although Zhai Rong on the side seemed to have found something abnormal, but in Sang Xiaoman's eyes, his figure became extremely sluggish, and he couldn't lift a hand for a long time.

"This must be some spiritual treasure that I missed......"

Sang Xiaoman's heart sank, she had already investigated Sang Wuyun before, and investigated his cultivation level, talisman and even spirit treasure clearly, but it was obvious that she still missed a lot of things.

Just as she was thinking about whether to use her hole cards as well, a crisp sword groan suddenly came from outside the house.

Immediately, with a "ding", a rusty ancient sword was inserted into the floor of the room, making a buzzing tremor sound.

And the aura emanating from this ancient sword was like a clear spring, washing away all the "mud" around Sang Xiaoman's body, making her body free again.

"Sang Wuyun, are you a little anxious?"

A tall, lanky man walked into the guest room with a large sword case on his back.

The man's face was vicissitudes of life, with a stubble on his face, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

However, Sang Xiaoman still recognized him at a sight.

"Cousin Xuanjun!"

She shouted with some excitement, even forgetting that she had just guessed that she was out of danger.

The man who suddenly appeared was none other than Zhao Xuanjun, who had practiced with Li Yunsheng in Qiushui, Sang Xiaoman's cousin.

It's just that the best boy in the young generation of Qiushui has become a sloppy sword cultivator at this time.

"I'm sorry girl, I'm late, I just received your letter not long ago, and I haven't even seen my uncle for the last time. ”

When talking about his uncle, Zhao Xuanjun's eyes became a little dim.

"The Zhao family also wants to wade into this troubled water?"

Sang Wuyun sneered on the side.

"If you insist on thinking so, it's up to you. ”

Zhao Xuanjun pulled out the ancient sword on the ground, and then glanced at Sang Wuyun coldly.

"You already have an inextricable relationship with that Qiushui, and now you want to get involved in this matter, I'm afraid that the road in Shizhou will not be easy to walk in the future, I admire your courage, but it's a pity that you have no talent in ten thousand. ”

Sang Wuyun shook his head with a look of pity.

"I, Zhao Xuanjun, have always been Qiushui disciples, and whoever asks me can tell him so loudly, there is no need to shy away from it. ”

Zhao Xuanjun raised the ancient sword in his hand, took out a piece of silk cloth and wiped it carefully.

"However, in terms of talent and courage, I can't match my junior brother's chances. ”

Speaking of this, he gripped his hand the hilt of the ancient sword, and with a buzzing sword sound, a surging sword intent surged out from the ancient sword.

Even Sang Wuyun was a little frightened.

"This kid is stronger!"

He sighed in his heart.

"Elder Qu, Elder Tang, since we are not welcome here, let's go, there are still many things to discuss when we go back. ”

Sang Wuyun smiled a little helplessly.

"That's right. ”

But just when a few people were about to go out, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at Sang Xiaoman:

"Niece Xiaoman, my brother's funeral is not a few days away, don't forget to inform me then, I'll prepare a copy for you...... Great gift!"

After saying this, he followed several clan elders and walked out of the guest room laughing.

No matter how calm Sang Xiaoman was, his face was blue at this time.

"Don't worry, we'll settle this account with them one by one. ”

Zhao Xuanjun patted Sang Xiaoman's shoulder and comforted.

"I'm fine. ”

Sang Xiaoman shook his head, then asked with a smile:

"It's you, cousin, you've been on this trip for almost three years, haven't you? How far have you traveled this time? How many swords have you found?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xuanjun suddenly became excited.

"This time, I traveled north from Zuzhou all the way through Yuanzhou, Liuzhou, and Shengzhou, and traveled all over the six state capitals, and found a total of 161 famous swords left behind by my Qiushui, and this reverse water is one of them. ”

He lowered the huge sword box on his back and gushed as he spoke.

At the end, he opened the sword case, and a rusty ancient sword flew out of the sword box, floating in the guest room.

"Are these all the swords that flew out of our autumn water in the first place?"

Looking at this long sword with ancient meaning, Sang Xiaoman's eyes suddenly became a little hot.

"That's right, I've got a name for each of them. ”

Zhao Xuanjun nodded.

Since the fall of the autumn water, he has been like an ascetic, ten years like a day, looking for the sword that flew out of the autumn water in every corner of the ten states.

"When I find all the swords, I'm going to build Qiushui again. ”

Zhao Xuanjun said with a determined face.

"There will be a day. ”

Sang Xiaoman also nodded vigorously.

"Just, cousin, have you heard of him?"

She suddenly said with a gloomy expression.

"Cousin is talking about Senior Brother Yunsheng?"

Zhao Xuanjun asked.

"Hmm. ”

Sang Xiaoman nodded lightly.

"No, in the early years, I could often hear some news about the pursuit of Qiushui's remnants, but in recent years, the Immortal League has suddenly blocked all these news. ”

Zhao Xuanjun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"But I'm sure he's still alive, and the 100,000 jailers in the Twilight Drum Forest haven't trapped him, and those who are out of the Twilight Drum Forest can't do anything about him. ”

He was incredibly convinced.

"May he be safe. ”

Sang Xiaoman said with a gloomy expression:

"Over the years, when I thought that he was alone and faced the pursuit of the Immortal League and Yan Prison, I would hate myself, why did I leave Qiushui at that time. ”

"I'm not like that. ”

Zhao Xuanjun took a deep breath and said with a sharp gaze.

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