The sweeper came to meet the disciples, and the palace master came to sweep the floor?
What is this?
Bai Ye was confused.
The old man took a step and appeared under the statue as if teleporting.
"Okay, Palace Master, people are here, go quickly!" the old man said impatiently as he took the broom over.
"Oh? Someone is here?"
The figure was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked towards Bai Ye.
He was a very plainly dressed guy, with a goatee, messy hair, and a very ordinary appearance. He seemed to be younger than the old man, and he was also unremarkable. He didn't have the slightest demeanor of the leader of a sect at all, but it made people feel
What is extremely concerning is that there is a brown scabbard hanging on his waist, but there is no sword.
"Greetings to the Palace Master!" Bai Ye clasped his fists in salute.
"Hey, you don't have to be so polite. Come on, let's sit down."
The palace owner grinned and said casually.
"Palace Master, you don't have any airs!" Bai Ye smiled faintly.
"Arm? Didn't you let the elders finish pretending?" The palace master took out an apple from nowhere, sat under the statue, crossed his legs and gnawed: "You disciples are also working hard. You usually see those
The elders who are above me must be respectful. If you see me as the palace master again, you should be scared to death? So I am a very casual person. You don’t have to be polite when you see me. Say whatever you want, you know? Just treat me as your elder brother.
It’s done!”
"Okay..." Bai Ye forced out a smile, which was a bit unaccustomed to her.
However, the palace master obviously didn't know that this disciple didn't know what it meant to be cautious when meeting the elder.
"I wonder why the palace master called me here?" Seeing that the palace master had finished eating an apple in just a short while, Bai Ye couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing, just talking about your cultivation!" The Palace Master chewed the apple: "You have good talents and very good qualifications. I plan to focus on training you, Yinghua Sword and Gongsun Mujiao. I have already talked with them two
We’ve talked about it, and now it’s you.”
"nourish?"
"From tomorrow onwards, the three of you can come in and out of my main palace at will. There is a reading room at the back, which contains the supreme sword art of our sect. You can read it at will. In addition, I will teach you some magic formations.
The world also has the art of mechanism, and I will teach you all the skills." The palace master smiled.
The art of mechanism? Bai Ye's eyes lit up.
This is good stuff!
"Thank you, Palace Master!"
"Why are you so polite? You are a disciple of my Yi Jian Tiangong, one of my own! I don't treat my own people in vain. As long as it is good for you, I will give it to you! However, I also hope that you will be prosperous in the future.
, don’t forget the sect!”
"Uh... developed?"
"It means to achieve the great road!"
"This is no problem."
"That's good!" The palace master chuckled, flipped his palms, and pulled out two wine gourds from nowhere, and handed one over: "Drink, this is soul-warming wine, drinking it is good for Tianhun, you
These heavenly souls in your body are quite interesting, especially the last one... actually still has a little breath of the Death Dragon Sword, how did you get this heavenly soul?"
When Bai Ye heard the sound, he was stunned for a moment. Xuan'er smiled bitterly: "It seems that the palace master has seen through my secret?"
"Hahaha, weapons like the Death Dragon Sword are also very powerful in Li Shengzhou. How many people are coveting them, so I naturally know about them." The Palace Master laughed.
Bai Ye opened the gourd, took a sip of wine, and casually explained the process of generating the soul of the dead dragon.
"So that's it, you are the one who came from Jiuhun? That's amazing!" the palace master nodded.
"sharp?"
"Of course it's awesome! It's not easy for people from the Nine Soul Continent to become saints. Most of the people in the Holy State are local soul practitioners, either from the Shenwu Continent or from several other continents..."
"How many other continents?" Bai Ye's pupils shrank: "Could it be that besides Shenwu Continent and Nine Souls Continent, there are other planes?"
"This world is huge. Of course it is not just Shenwu and Nine Souls, but there is not much to say about other places. You can slowly understand it yourself when you have time. You can understand it by yourself by reading the classics of Li Shengzhou." Gong
The Lord took a swig of wine, and Xuan'er let out a long belch.
Bai Ye felt a little ashamed.
He really doesn't look like a palace master at all.
"By the way, since your boy got the opportunity of the Death Dragon Sword, why don't you have the Death Dragon Sword?" the palace master asked casually.
"Taken away!" Bai Ye shook his head, a ray of ferocious light flashed in his eyes: "It's the elder Wumen who won't leave!"
"No way? No separation?" The palace owner was obviously stunned.
"Palace Master knows this person?" Bai Ye asked hurriedly.
When the palace master heard this, he smiled bitterly: "Why did he let him take it? That would be terrible! Wumen is also the leading sect. If the Death Dragon Sword is handed over to the master of Wumen, then I, the Yi Jian Tiangong, can only
Avoid the edge!"
"I will find a way to get this sword back. After all, I still have a debt to settle!" Bai Ye said calmly, taking a sip of wine.
The palace master said nothing.
There was a brief silence in the palace.
"By the way, Palace Master, what is this statue? Is he making a set of sword skills?" Bai Ye drank the wine and felt the warmth of Tianhun. He rolled his eyes randomly, as if chatting, asking about the huge statue behind him.
.
"It was a sword technique left to future generations by the ancestor of my palace when he passed away. With this sword technique, he sealed a peerless evil creature. So my master's master's master's master...according to his appearance when he died, carved
This statue was made. Each hand represents a posture of the sword technique. In fact, there are far more swords around here. Because we couldn't carve more, we made fewer. My master's master's master's master...
I want to understand this set of sword tactics left by our ancestors, but I have never been able to understand them. We have been in the Yi Jian Heavenly Palace for so many years, but no one has understood what the sword tactics are. It can only be said to be a big regret."
The palace master sighed again and again, his face full of regret.
Bai Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, and there were some ripples in his mind.
The two chatted for a while, the palace master gave him a bottle of elixir, and Bai Ye said goodbye.
The palace owner continued to sit there and drink, looking very comfortable.
It wasn't until Bai Ye left that the old man sweeping the floor came over.
"The sword on his waist...why does it feel so familiar?" the old man asked suspiciously.
"Yeah... it's a bit like the sword in the cemetery... He was sitting next to me just now, and I felt a little throbbing. If I didn't know that the sword couldn't be used by anyone, I really thought
He took out the sword!" The palace owner took a sip of wine and laughed.
"How is this boy?"
"Very good! When you die, I will arrange for him to take your place here!" the palace master said with a smile.
"If he had such ability, he could come now. Old man, I don't want to do it yet!" The old man sweeping the floor snorted, threw away his broom, and walked inside.
.....
After leaving the Palace Lord's Palace, Bai Ye went to the duel field.
Late at night, the duel arena was empty. Deacon Mo was still hungover in the sword repair room. Bai Ye swallowed the elixir given by the palace master and sat cross-legged.
After a while, the man stood up, moved his fingers slightly, and thought about the statue he saw in the hall.
Wow...
In an instant, a large amount of transparent sword energy appeared all over the body, and thousands of them were born in the blink of an eye, which was very cautious.
Each sword is extremely translucent, with pure holy power surging inside, enough to completely penetrate a saint.
Bai Ye secretly took a breath and moved his fingers closer to the sword technique held in the previous statue's hand.
But when he changed his first sword posture...
Bang!
All the sword energy exploded instantly.
Whoosh!
Bai Ye was blasted out and fell to the ground with a disgraced face...
He quickly stood up, patted the dust on his head, and frowned.