The capital of the Eastern Antarctic Empire.

Inside the Imperial Palace's Imperial Study!

A middle-aged man wearing a golden Nine Dragons and nine-clawed dragon robe and golden silk dragon boots is writing a poem. Behind him was an old man from Qin Tianjian, who was standing and reporting on the situation in the human world in the past few days.

The eunuch of the Qin Heavenly Prison could face the emperor without kneeling, which was a rule set by the previous emperor. According to normal times, the report of the Qin Heavenly Eunuch would often be handed over to the eunuchs in the palace to report. However, the situation discovered by Qin Tianjian in the past few days is a bit special, and the Lord Prison will personally report to the saint.

"Oh, there is a natural sword embryo that has appeared in our East Pole Empire? And that Murong Zhenren of that Dao Palace has stepped into the supreme nine-rank realm in Los Angeles? And then there is another master who is suspected to be also a nine-rank realm?" The man whose identity was already the ultimate in the world put down the pen in his hand at this time, his face was like water, and he was extremely calm.

"Yes. The warden bowed his head and replied.

"Jiupin realm, when will our empire have a man of our own!" the dragon-robed man sighed slightly, and then his face returned to calm, and he asked Lord Jianzheng to step down.

As the king of a country, he has become accustomed to moody behavior, and this is also the case at this time, his face has not changed, but his heart is surging.

The first empire in the Eastern Regions does not have a nine-rank master of its own, which is really a helplessness of a secular dynasty and a super empire.

Because like the Nine Rank World's Strongest, they have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and all the glory and wealth, worldly changes, and vicissitudes of life in the world cannot make these very few characters feel too much.

No matter how you are, you are an emperor, a general, a wealthy family, and a master who can only look up to the realm of nine products.

"100,000 soldiers can work together to kill the eighth-rank peak grandmaster, so how many people do you need to kill the nine-rank world-class master? The most important thing is how to leave the nine-rank world-class master? Those people can all resist the wind. In this capital, it is good to say that you can use a country's qi luck to suppress cultivators, even if it is Jiupin. But what if there is a nine-rank master on the battlefield? Tsk, it's a headache to think about. The man in the dragon robe had a headache when he thought of this, and then he didn't want to at all, so he sat directly on the chair carved from the purple gold sandalwood and started the flute.

In another part of the capital of the Eastern Antarctic Empire, several young wealthy sons were drinking and gossiping.

"Situ Baitwen, today's wine ...... Isn't it very good! We have a turn to treat guests, how come we come to you, and every time we choose some cheap drinks? Is it that you can't change the pot at home? Anyway, it's also the son of a waiter!" A boy in blue was born a graceful man, with big eyes and a high nose, and his skin was as delicate and fair as a woman, which made people fascinated, and at this time he quipped in a mocking tone.

"Hmph! Bai Ranxuan, it's good to drink some! Don't get an inch, be careful that I expose to your father the fact that you are privately supporting the forces in the rivers and lakes! When the time comes, Uncle Bai will have to skin you! I heard that Shangshu of the Criminal Department will not cover up for personal gain. Situ Yuwen threatened viciously.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you. Bai Zhanxuan raised his glass and drank it all, pretending to be scared and said.

"Brother Fan, I wonder if there is any new news about the rivers and lakes recently?" Bai Ranxuan asked a burly but taciturn young man.

"Listen to my dad. Recently, there have been two nine-rank masters on the rivers and lakes of our empire. One has already confirmed his identity, an old bull nose of the East Pole Dao Palace, and he is already 100 years old. The other one is a young man who looks to be in his twenties, but in fact he is no longer young, and he is suspected to be a master of the Nine Grades. There is also a natural sword embryo on the rivers and lakes, where it is and who it is, I don't know yet. This was deduced by Qin Tianjian. The burly young man said slowly.

"Jiupin Masterpiece Master?!My mother, I didn't even know such a big news!" Situ Bawen opened his mouth and widened his eyes, looking incredulous, "And there are still two?!"

Even the precocious Bai Dye Xuan was also dizzy at this time, although he has never had a good impression of the rivers and lakes, and he does not revere the rivers and lakes like his friend Situ Baitwen, but for the master of the Nine Grades of the world, he still sighs and admires from the heart.

"This news, it shouldn't be fake, right?" said a young man who had been drinking, putting down his glass.

"Are you drinking stupidly or what, Brother Fan and his father are the left squire of the military department. How could the news be fake?" Situ Yuwen rolled his eyes and mocked.

Ma Tengchang laughed dryly, stopped talking, and continued to drink.

At this time, Situ Yuwen thought in his heart how he could be lucky enough to meet any of the two nine-rank masters who appeared on one side, and he had seen enough to brag about it for a lifetime. Bai Ranxuan was infected by this news, thinking that from tomorrow onwards, he would let the forces he secretly support collect more geniuses, there is no problem with fewer people, but he must be a genius of cultivation, and he does not expect any nine-grade masters, he only hopes that a few third-grade masters can come out in the future and use them for him is enough. The burly young man surnamed Fan took a sip of wine, thinking about the recent frequent movements of troops and horses and the words that his father had said to him very seriously the other night, which made his blood boil. Ma Tengchang didn't want anything, he had heard all the news, so what did he have to do with it? As long as he had good food and wine, he felt that life was very good.

In this luxury restaurant famous in Beijing, four people have four ideas for four futures.

The Zhongzhou of Middle-earth Shenzhou, the Sword Gate of Fairy!

There is a huge sword-shaped mountain in the center of the Immortal Sword Gate, where millions of sword blades are erected, which is where the ancestral hall of the Immortal Sword Gate is located.

There was an old man with a purple sword suspended on the ground three feet above, his eyes were closed, the purple sword on his back was warm, and the purple sword with the glow of the sun was sonorous, bathing in the baptism of the old man's internal strength.

After a moment, the old man regained his strength, got up and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Ancestor. At this time, a young man in his twenties with a sword walked in from the outside, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes and heroic spirit should be the first feeling when people see this man for the first time.

"Xing'er, are you coming?" said the old man kindly.

"Hmm. Ancestor, get the latest news. There seem to be two nine-rank masters in the Eastern Regions. One is a real person from the East Pole Dao Palace, and the other is suspected to be an idle sword immortal. When Jian Aoxing said that idle sword immortal, his tone changed significantly.

As the largest sword cultivation sect in the world, and the ten top sects such as the East Pole Dao Palace, the Zhongzhou Confucian Mansion, and the West Pole Buddhism, there is no nine-grade sword immortal at home, and an outsider who doesn't know the name has it, which makes Jian Aoxing's heart not very comfortable.

"Xing'er. Don't worry, with your qualifications, you may not be able to enter the realm of nine products. Now that you have only been crowned for a few years, you are already a sword cultivator of the six-rank realm, which is already very good! ”

"It's been three hundred years since a nine-rank sword cultivator appeared on our Immortal Sword Sect, and now, seeing you, I feel hopeful again!hahaha!" the old man laughed heartily.

"Ancestor, you are now a sword cultivator at the peak of the Eighth Rank realm, and there are still decades before the limit, and you still have a chance to enter the Ninth Rank Realm. Jian Aoxing said sincerely.

"Hmm. Do you know why I have so many disciples and grandchildren, and why I only like you and Lotus Root? Because when you see me, you never make sycophants, and even if you pat me, you are very sincere. The old man said with a smile.

"When will I be able to drink the wedding wine of you and Lotus Root?" the old man coldly changed the topic, making Jian Aoxing stunned, and then his face turned red.

"Ancestor, you know everything. Jian Aoxing said a little shyly.

"Hahaha! You young people are so careful, Ancestor I don't know? Ancestor, I was also a suave swordsman and swordsman back then! At that time, I was not a bullshit sword immortal, and I didn't have such a boring cultivation experience now. At that time, it was a beautiful wine, a good horse and a good sword! And at that time, I was also Yushu Linfeng, very handsome, the goddess of the Ice God Gate, one of the top ten super sects in Kyushu from the Northern Wilderness, of course, admired me very much!"

"Ancestor, I heard that you learned to drink with a great sword immortal back then?" Jian Aoxing remembered that some of the sword masters of his junior generation seemed to be smiling when they talked about this matter, and he wanted to ask, but now he can just take the opportunity to change the topic.

"Yes. The old man stopped joking, just nodded, and then there was no more follow-up.

Although Jian Aoxing was puzzled, he didn't ask anything more. Since the ancestor didn't want to say it, then he didn't ask anymore.

Then there was the old man's guidance to Jian Aoxing, and in the end, it was night, and Jian Aoxing resigned.

After Jian Aoxing left, the old man walked out of the thatched house on the top of this thousand-zhang high peak, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and remembered that when he was young, the great sword fairy persuaded him to drink, making himself a swordsman who drank alcohol.

He still remembered the words of his predecessor Great Sword Immortal, "A swordsman who doesn't drink alcohol is not a real swordsman!"

I still remember the first time I got drunk...... And then...... I even peed my pants!

This incident made him linger, thinking about when to get that sword immortal senior drunk too, and then let that great sword immortal also be a little ugly, who knew that the great sword immortal was really a thousand cups...... Every time, he drank and fell to the ground.

Except for those few years, when that Great Sword Immortal senior was discussing swords with his master, that is, the head of the Immortal Sword Sect back then, he was often able to see that Great Sword Immortal senior. Later, he was never seen again, and it is said that he traveled to the West Pole.

When I was young, I still thought that one day I would be strong, and when I reached the Seventh Rank Realm, I would follow the predecessor of the Great Sword Immortal and travel around the world together.

After maturing, because he was busy with too many things, that matter was delayed again and again, until he had the opportunity later, but he lost the news of the Great Sword Immortal senior, and the Great Sword Immortal senior seemed to retire overnight.

"That unknown sword immortal in the Eastern Regions, could it be you?" the old man muttered as he looked at the bright moon that looked like a jade wine cup.