"Someone!"

With a soft snort from the overlord, the treacherous old man soon came in.

"Lord Wang!" the treacherous old man touched the slightly upturned mustache and smiled.

"You felt it just now, didn't you?"

"Yes, my lord! It was delicious!"

The treacherous old man raised his hand again, and a flattering smile was very happy.

"Well, yes, it's delicious!"

The overlord touched his rough beard, and with a flick of his big hand, a table of flesh and blood instantly exploded and turned into a blood mist and floated in the air.

"I feel that delicious, I am disgusted when I look at this defective product!"

The treacherous old man on the side looked indifferent, and his eyes rolled after a long silence.

"Lord Wang, why don't you send a message to the Sword Gate and the Heavenly Dome Twelve Sword Alliance?"

"Oh?"

"Isn't it the prince's three hundred and eighty birthday soon?

This kind of big thing needs them to be prepared for!"

The treacherous old man smiled sinisterly, his eyes squinting and laughing into a slit.

...

At the same time, the Badaomen—

Badaomen is located in Luoxia Mountain.

On the top of Luoxia Mountain, there are dense buildings with a rough style.

And in the main hall of the Badao Gate, Cao Shouxin, the master of the Badao Gate, frowned and looked at the scenery outside the hall.

The clouds were shrouded in mist, and he stood in the main hall as if he wanted to look through the clouds and mist.

"Such an amazing blood... Could it be..."

He paced back and forth in the hall with a frown, his expression solemn.

"Door master, this blood... Could it be..."

There was a middle-aged man standing next to him, he looked out of the hall with a suspicious face at this time, and then looked at his own door master full of doubts.

"Someone took that step!"

Cao Shouxin frowned and said in a deep voice, he rubbed his chin with one hand, his eyes were deep, and his face was a little bad.

"Master, since someone has set foot on that road... Isn't this a good thing for us martial artists?"

The person who stood up followed Cao Shouxin, the master of the Badao Sect, and seemed to know a lot of secrets. Because of this, he was even more puzzled.

"Huh!

Cao Shouxin glanced at the middle-aged man and scolded directly.

"Uh... It's..."

The middle-aged man who was scolded was a little embarrassed, but more of a puzzled.

"It's a big trouble!" Cao Shouxin's face was gloomy, looking out of the hall, his face was cloudy.

"Trouble?"

"Brainless thing! You and I can feel the power of this qi and blood, is the one in your mansion blind or not?"

Cao Shouxin was even more displeased, frowning absent-mindedly, and didn't even have time to talk to the middle-aged man next to him.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was also a little dignified.

The two of them were not worried about the person who burst out of qi and blood, but worried about themselves and this tyrant.

At the same time, the Twelve Swords Alliance of the Sky Dome—

Dome Peak!

The Twelve Sword Alliance Sects of the Heavenly Dome are located, which is different from the Tyrant Sword Sect and ordinary Jianghu forces.

The Heavenly Dome Twelve Sword Alliance does not have vassal forces, and is itself composed of the Twelve Sword Dao sects.

Because after Lu Yixin of the Twelve Sword Alliance stepped into the realm of the Grandmaster, the Twelve Sword Alliances of the Heavenly Dome, which were originally somewhat scattered, were completely unified.

"Sect Master!

At this time, it was in a relatively secluded courtyard in the Twelve Sword Alliance sects on the top of the mountain.

The sun shone on the side face of an elegant middle-aged man in the courtyard.

The middle-aged man sat on the stone pier next to him at this time, facing a piece of rice paper spread on the stone table, holding a pen in one hand and grinding ink in the other, very immersed in it.

He ignored the white-robed old man next to him.

Seeing that the elegant middle-aged man didn't pay attention to himself, the white-robed and white-bearded old man was a little embarrassed and spoke softly again: "Sect Master... This... There was just that..."

"Don't speak!"

didn't even look back, the elegant middle-aged man was dressed in a simple gray robe, holding a pen on rice paper and walking around the dragon.

What is painted is not the scene outside the mountain outside the courtyard, let alone the thing next to it, but a sword!

A very mediocre sword, this sword resembles the blade of an ordinary blacksmith, without any splendor or ornamentation.

After three incense sticks, the elegant gray-robed middle-aged man put down the pen and ink in his hand, and he blew on the slightly wet drawing paper.

Only then did he turn around leisurely, with a calm look in his eyes.

"The blood is sharp in the sky, this is a good thing and a curse!"

Plain words, it seems that there is no emotion, the elegant gray-robed middle-aged man looks mediocre, just like the ordinary sword he painted.

But he's the kind of genre that gets more and more intriguing the more you look at it, and the same goes for his paintings.

The sword on the picture scroll is also very strange, and the white robe and white beard next to him looked at the sword.

At first glance, it looks mediocre and doesn't have any outstanding color.

But when I looked closely, I only felt that my eyes were stinging, and I couldn't help but look away.

"Sect Master, I'm afraid that in this way, our Bazhou will have to make waves again. ”

"yes!"

The gray-robed and elegant middle-aged man is none other than the Sect Master of the Heavenly Dome Twelve Sword Alliance, One Sword Sect Master Lu Yixin!

The reason why he has a title is only because he has only made one sword since his debut.

This matter is only known to some old rivers and lakes in Bazhou now.

That's because fifty years ago, the Heavenly Dome Twelve Sword Alliance had just been established.

Lu Yixin used a sword in the Refining Pulse Realm to block the old master Jiang He of the Canglang Gang back then.

Lu Yixin doesn't look like he's middle-aged, but he's actually nearly 100 years old.

At the age of thirty, he began to practice swords, at the age of forty he stepped into the realm of refining the veins, and at the age of fifty, he was six grades.

It is a very obvious late bloomer.

And in fact, what many people don't know is that Lu Yixin has already stepped into the realm of grandmasters only a year after blocking Fu Jianghe's sword.

Insert a sentence, it's really good, it's worth pretending, after all, there are many sources, all books, and fast updates!

It wasn't until Cao Shouxin, the master of the Badao Sect, stepped into the Grandmaster and prepared to suppress the Twelve Sword Alliances of the Heavenly Dome in a domineering manner, that Lu Yixin had no choice but to break the news that he had stepped into the realm of the Grandmaster.

"Sect Master, but you have to prepare for it, there may be some moves on the palace side. ”

The white-robed and white-bearded old man looked at his own grandmaster, his face full of respect and reverence.

He had never seen his own sect master sword after stepping into the realm of a grandmaster.

I've never even seen my own sect master's sword.

It's just that I saw my own sect master drawing an ordinary sword every day.

It seems that the sword in the painting is the sword that the sect master has never shown to outsiders.

But even so, he felt that his sect master's strength was unfathomable!

"Sect Master can't already be in the Great Grandmaster realm, right?"

The white-robed and white-bearded old man looked at his sect master and secretly speculated in his heart.

"No hurry!"

Lu Yixin looked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm.

"Not in a hurry?"

The white-bearded and white-robed old man was puzzled in his heart and wanted to ask what he meant.

At this time, Lu Yixin spoke leisurely again.

"My sword is still almost... I won't use my sword until I kill that person!"

This inexplicable sentence once again confused the old man.

Kill the man?

Kill whom?

Badaomen master Cao Shouxin?

The old man didn't know what his own sect master was thinking, and he didn't even know what his own sect master was thinking every day.

I only know that my sect master is a very patient and calm person.