How strong is the Jackdaw Sword Lord’s ability to attract hatred when he was young?

Roger couldn't help but complain.

Dozens of disciples were unable to calm down the hatred of everyone towards him. How many people did he kill on the road to rise?

Roger didn't say anything, and glanced at the other party calmly.

He looked old man in his fifties and sixties, with gray temples and deep wrinkles on his face. He was wearing a brown warrior uniform. His style was somewhat different from that of the children of Funiu Jianlu.

A trace of clarity flashed in his eyes. Roger knew that this was a force that was attached to Funiu Jianlu.

It seems that it was heard by others during the notification.

Roger did not answer, and the old man opposite had a murderous intent on his face.

"Why don't you answer?"

"Are you not a student of the Lord of the Crown Sword?"

Roger nodded.

"I am."

"Clam!"

"Then draw the sword!" The old man on the opposite side roared and pulled out the weapon in his hand.

"Even after so many years, I still remember how my father died before me. Now, it's time to make that person pay the price!"

Facing the murderous aura that was coming to his face, Roger did not have any defensive measures. He just stood there with a relaxed expression and glanced at him calmly.

"Why don't you do it, I'll let you go?"

The old man grinned.

Seeing the expression on his face, Roger's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

"The teacher killed your father, why didn't you go to Hanchuan to seek revenge on him in person?"

"You are afraid of death, but you are unwilling to admit this fact, so you plan to use my life to prove your filial piety. Is that true?"

Roger spoke.

After hearing his words, the old man opposite him first swelled, then turned ashen.

Crack!

He gritted his teeth.

"I will go to Hanchuan, but not now, wait for me..."

"Wait until you accumulate enough strength?"

Roger sneered.

"Are you dreaming? Will you have the chance to reach the level of the Sword Lord for another 300 years?"

"Sorry, I forgot one thing. Even if you become the Sword Lord, you won't have any chance."

"There are many sword masters, but there is only one sword master in the Crown."

The old man's face turned pale, and he held the weapon in his hand and seemed to launch a brazen attack in the next second.

Roger did not intend to understand the past experiences and grievances of the Jackdaw Sword Lord. In this process, many right and wrong are no longer distinguished.

In fact, after being exposed to the extraordinary world, Roger knew that the true right and wrong were not that important.

It is natural to kill people and pay for their lives.

He can transfer hatred and graft it onto his so-called disciple...

He didn't want to consider whether he should or did not want to bear inexplicable hatred, but if he was unprepared to him, the other party still chose to take action...

"This is Qinglu Mountain!"

A voice came, and Roger looked up and saw a young man in blue clothes strode towards him.

The young man is burly and has a deep appearance, so others may not feel it, but Roger can see a bit of a mixed-race feeling from the other person's facial features.

It's true that it's not groundless. Some rumors still have some factual basis. Of course, it's too arbitrary to make a judgment based on just a little appearance.

"We belong to Jianlu, but I don't think any force can stop a warrior from revenge."

The old man spoke, although his tone was tough, his right hand holding the sword relaxed a little.

"I don't care about any grudges between you, but on this mountain, the rules of Jianlu are the law, and now he is our guest."

The young man replied coldly.

"Okay, very good!"

"I will wait, wait for him to go down the mountain!"

The old man put away his weapon, glanced at Roger viciously, and then turned and left.

"Come with me from Hanchuan's guests."

The young man said, "Teacher and the others are waiting for you."

"Call me Roger."

Roger and Rimu Qianxia followed the young man's footsteps.

"Keichuan Sheng."

The young man replied.

Roger nodded, and the message of the young man in front of him flashed through his mind.

According to Morita Daohiro, Funiu has four powerful sword masters at the level of the sword master, but according to the rules, there is only one master.

There are other peaks surrounding Qinglu Mountain.

In addition to the Funiu Sword Master Nobuhiko Kitagawa, three other people are in charge of the big and small things inside the sword hut.

These three people are called the Master of Three Peaks.

They are Miyazawa Chiyoko, Saito Takashi and Ishida Minamiichiro.

Each of them has many disciples. After entering Jianlu, Roger saw more than several times more Jianlu warriors than in Hanchuan.

This is just the main peak. If you add the other three peaks, the number may be even more amazing.

The current Funiu Sword Master is named Kitagawa Nobuhiko. He himself has no offspring, but has adopted a few children as his students.

The Kitakawasaki in front of him is one of them.

"This is Qinglu Mountain. Everything must abide by the rules of Funiu Jianlu. The person who provoked you just now was named Honda Ao. Decades ago, his father was killed by the Lord of the Crown Sword in a battle."

Katsuki Kitagawa, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke.

“Is it a fair duel?”

Roger asked.

"That's right, there was a little accident during the duel..."

Kitagawa Katsura sighed.

"The Lord of the Jackdaw Sword at that time was already famous. Although he did not receive such great honors and recognition as he is now, he is almost considered a leader among the younger generation."

"How many battles between warriors are for honor?"

Kitagawa Katsu sneered.

"The winner was decided at that time, but when Honda Aki's father failed, he launched a sneak attack while the Jackdaw Sword Master returned to the sheath."

"It goes without saying the result."

"He was cut off by the Crown Sword Lord and died tragically on the spot."

"Because of this incident, Honda Aki himself has also been affected by some. He has always wanted to clear his father's reputation as a sneak attacker."

Speaking of this, Kitagawa Katsura slowed down slightly.

"If I were you, I would agree to his duel request. The battles recognized by both sides would be fair by Funiu Jianlu."

"Otherwise, when you leave Qinglu Mountain, he will definitely seek revenge on you. By then, he will no longer be alone."

Roger didn't say anything. Kitagawa Katsu thought he was scared, so he shook his head gently.

"I know you must have heard something. To be honest, no one knows why the Lord of the Crown Sword is so happy to accept disciples, but since he has reached this point, just look forward."

"Good luck!" After saying that, he stopped and pointed to the hall in the distance, "We're here!"

Rimu Qianxia naturally could not enter with Roger. She was taken to the side hall next to her, and Roger walked into the hall alone.

As her name suggests, Takuen Saito's hair is dark in color and sitting there like a crazy lion. Chiyoko Miyazawa is the only woman among the four. The clothes she wears are similar to the Tang suits that Roger saw in his previous life.

But the style is simpler.

It's also cooler.

Roger couldn't help but take a few more glances.
To be continued...