Nangong Yubing asked cautiously: "Ancestor, you just said that my grandfather is not a good person?" Nangong Wuxin paused on the bluestone with a cane, nodded and said: "Your grandfather is indeed not a good person, what kind of cauldron is that?

He got the secret method of dual cultivation from Murong Xiaoyan, but Nangong Qifeng accidentally got it, which caused all the bad things that happened later! By the way, you will be the head of the Nangong family from now on!"

Nangong Yubing looked horrified and declined: "Ancestor, my meridians are now bursting and my martial arts are useless. I will no longer be able to practice martial arts in the future. If you hadn't personally come to save me today, I would have died! I am alone.

How can a person without any martial arts be the head of the Nangong family? People in the world will laugh out loud if word spreads!"

Nangong Wuxin blew his beard and said angrily: "Fart! Who the hell said that the head of the Nangong family must know martial arts? The head of the Nangong family is not a martial arts leader, he must be a martial arts master! The head of the Nangong family, as long as he is from the Nangong family

Children and grandchildren, the Nangong family can choose whoever they like! As for whether they can do martial arts and do other people's things? We don't eat other people's food! Damn yes!"

Tang Jiusheng and others laughed secretly at the side. This old man must be one or two hundred years old, and he still has such a violent temper. He doesn't know how to cultivate this great immortality of heaven. It's rare that this old man doesn't rush out to kill people when he is not in seclusion.

The old man Nangong Wuxin waved his hands angrily, pointed at everyone in the Nangong family and said angrily: "No one in the family can worry!"

The fat man had rested for a long time and his health was no longer serious. The fat man stood up from the ground and said with a smile: "Old man, you are almost two hundred years old, and you are still so angry. Isn't it bad?"

Nangong Wuxin glanced at the fat man sideways, "You little fat man is born with pretty good bones. If you work hard, you should be able to achieve certain achievements in the future! Today you came over to help, and you happened to meet me. It was also the fate between us in our previous lives.

Well, let's do this. I have a book here for you. If you practice it, it will be good for you in the future!" As he spoke, Nangong Wuxin took out a yellowed book from his arms and threw it to the fat man.

The fat man took the book with a playful smile and hurried to Nangong Wuxin's side, pretending to be warm and said: "Oh, then, fat man, I'd like to thank you! By the way, old man,

This book seems to be a bit short. There is a saying that good things come in pairs! Do you have any other treasures? You are about to become an immortal, so there is nothing wrong with keeping the treasures in the mortal world.

If you want to use it, why not give it to me as well, Fatty!"

Nangong Wuxin was so angry that she turned around, reached out and grabbed the fat man's ears, and scolded him with a smile: "You little fat man, you are greedy and glib! You should be beaten!"

The fat man turned back and pointed at Tang Jiusheng, and said with a smile: "Old man, look at my brother Tang Jiusheng. He was seriously injured this time because of the Nangong family. He almost died. You don't have any treasures to give him."

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Nangong Wuxin shook his head, stretched out his hand to touch the fat man's head, and said with a satisfied look: "You little fat man, you are quite loyal. You got something good for yourself, but you still don't forget your brother! But the things in my arms are not his.

Maybe he doesn't think that there is any martial arts book in this world that is better than the Tianxuan Jue he is practicing now? Besides, he will have greater opportunities in the future, so I don't need to worry about it at all!"

Nangong Wuxin frowned again, smacked his lips, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Nangong Qifeng is not dead yet. He uses Taiping Mountain as a cauldron and himself as an elixir, so there are still his in this mountain."

One soul and one soul are still there, I have to find a way to collect his soul, otherwise his soul will remain as a demon and harm people in the future!"

Nangong Wuxin turned around again, facing the descendants and disciples of the Nangong family, and said loudly: "I'm leaving, you all are well. If anyone dares to bring the Nangong family into chaos, I will come and take him in immediately.

!" After saying that, he suddenly disappeared.

Nangong Yubing and everyone present from the Nangong family bowed together and said: "The unfilial descendants respectfully send farewell to our ancestors!"

Seeing Nangong Wuxin leaving, the fat man smiled and asked: "Second brother Nangong, which generation of your ancestors is this ancestor of your family?"

Nangong Yubing replied: "His name is Nangong Wuxin. He should be my grandfather's grandfather. He is indeed my ancestor!"

After Tang Jiusheng adjusted his breath for a long time, he felt that his body was much better, and then he stood up. Tiedun, who had followed Shui Ruyue up the mountain for reinforcements, walked over silently, brought the broken Minglong Sword and the scabbard to Tang Jiusheng, and presented them to Tang Jiusheng with both hands.

With a look of regret on his face, he said: "Boss, your knife..."

Tang Jiusheng took the Minglong Sword that was broken into three parts, and felt a little sad in his heart. This knife had only been with him for a few months, and it had saved him many times, including Shui Ruyue once, and this time it killed the old devil again. Only

It's a pity that there is no more Dragon-Crying Sword in the world. Tang Jiusheng was filled with emotion. He really didn't expect that he would be the last Master of the Dragon-Crying Sword.

Shui Ruyue was also very sad. She reached out and took the Minglong Scabbard from Tiedun's hand. Unexpectedly, when the Minglong Scabbard got into Shui Ruyue's hand, it turned into ashes with the wind. The knife was gone and the scabbard also destroyed itself. Shui Ruyue screamed.

Sighing, "The sword never leaves the scabbard, and the sheath never leaves the sword. How can a man be embarrassed if the sword is like this!" Shui Ruyue was sighing, but Tang Jiusheng let out a sigh. It turned out that after the Minglong scabbard turned into ashes, a golden leaf fell from the ashes.

fell down.

Tang Jiusheng picked up the gold leaf and saw ten seal characters on it: The Minglong is not really dead, and the proud sword will come out again. Tang Jiusheng took the gold leaf and turned it over and over for a long time. Only these ten characters made Tang Jiusheng puzzled.

Tang Jiusheng was wondering, when suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through the air, and a four-foot-long sword with red light fell in front of Tang Jiusheng. It was stuck on the bluestone ground of the Immortal Platform, standing without falling. Tang Jiusheng was surprised to mention the sword in front of him.

He picked up the sword and said softly: "Seven Emotions Sword? Aren't you hiding it in the carriage?" Tang Jiusheng spent most of his trip hiding the Seven Emotions Sword in the secret slot of the carriage.

The Minglong Sword that was broken into three parts flashed with a burst of golden light. The golden light separated from the Minglong Sword and circled around the Seven Emotions Sword in Tang Jiusheng's hand for several times. It actually disappeared quietly inside the Seven Emotions Sword. The body of the Seven Emotions Sword immediately changed from red to red.

It turned orange, and the sword body suddenly glowed with orange light. Everyone watching was amazed, and Tang Jiusheng was also extremely surprised.

The fat man suddenly remembered something and asked Brother Nangong Yubing and Tang Jiusheng, "Oh, I remembered something. That Niubi who was riding a six-wheeled bicycle took Nangong Qifeng's body away. When he left, he said,

'Finally the first material has been collected!' This Niubi used a corpse as material, what does he want to do?"

Nangong Xuehong said with a smile: "The old thief has been making some kind of cauldron, isn't it? That Taoist priest is probably an alchemy practitioner, so he must have used his corpse to make alchemy?"

Nangong Yubing said: "Hey, why do you think so much? Since he can take out the elixir and save Brother Tang, he is probably a friend rather than an enemy. Besides, it is a blessing, not a curse. It is a curse that cannot be avoided, so why bother with so much?
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