At this moment, Ge Ming fell down again, and said with a bad expression: "Old man, you have no reason..."
"Shut up!"
Yuan Zhengyang glanced at him, "I'll tell you something about it and settle the score with you later!"
boom!
The words fell.
The broad sword in his hand fell instantly, and it was inserted diagonally on a huge rock not far away. The majestic sword intent instantly enveloped the field!
"Bully Master Chicken!"
"Everyone has to die! If you dare to leave, you might as well give it a try!"
moment.
Ge Ming stopped talking.
The others were so scared that they didn't even dare to let out a breath.
After becoming famous.
Yuan Zhengyang was keen on seclusion and broke the state of state, and he rarely took action, but everyone was afraid of him at all!
Sword Cultivator!
The peak of the free realm!
It represents a great deterrent!
What does Jing Feng want to say?
However, it was stopped by the two Taoist protectors behind him with their eyes.
"The Master of the Sect."
On the contrary, Jian Wuchen thought he had a good position in Yuan Zhengyang's heart and smiled lightly: "Actually, what happened today..."
"Are you deaf?"
Facing Jian Wuchen, Yuan Zhengyang naturally regained the demeanor of the Xuanjian Sect Master and said unhappily: "Did I let you speak?"
“…”
Hearing words.
The smile on Jian Wuchen's face froze instantly.
In my impression.
This was the first time Yuan Zhengyang talked to him in this tone.
"Just Mr. Chicken."
Yuan Zhengyang no longer paid attention to the others and hesitated: "Why are you here? Sword Head... Is he okay?"
Alliance of Seven Realms.
It's just a remote small domain.
It was almost endless to the prosperous Xuantian Realm. Not to mention the Freedom Realm, even the Freedom Realm could not reach it. When he went to Xuantian Realm, it was only a coincidence that he stayed there by less than a hundred years.
The people from the Tianjian Sect sent back here, and now it has been thousands of years since then.
Therefore.
He didn't know anything about the Xuantian Sword Sect's incident.
“…”
Upon hearing this, Chongming's eyes dimmed and he suddenly fell silent.
A clang.
Yuan Zhengyang's heart suddenly jumped.
"Not..."
After a while, in his nervous gaze, Chongming sighed softly, "The Xuantian Sword Sect... is gone, everyone is gone, Xiaoyun... is gone."
"What!"
Yuan Zhengyang felt like he was struck by lightning!
"impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
He lost his composure in an instant, walked in quickly, and said incoherently: "Jiji... Are you lying to me? This joke is not good! I don't believe it! Senior's sword... how could he... who is in this world?
His opponent?"
“…”
Chongming didn't say anything anymore and glanced at Gu Han.
“…”
Gu Han's heart was slightly sank, and he didn't say anything, and took out half of the Red Dust Sword with cracks.
He already understood.
Yuan Zhengyang.
It is the person who was guided by Yun Jiansheng in Chongming and has very poor sword skills.
"Red Dust..."
Yuan Zhengyang's face was ashes and murmured to himself, "It's really the world... it's broken... how could it be broken..."
The Sword of the Red Dust.
Of course, people from the Seven Realms Alliance don’t know them, but no one doesn’t know about the sword cultivators in the Xuantian Realm!
His face was ashamed and his hands were trembling. He wanted to touch the body of Hongchen sword, but he didn't dare.
well……
Gu Han sighed secretly and sent the Hongchen Sword to him.
The sword body is snow-white.
Cracks are densely covered.
Looking at the Red Dust Sword.
In a trance, Yuan Zhengyang seemed to recall the scene back then.
Thousands of years ago.
He died for a lifetime, and after a chance, he arrived at the Xuantian Realm. He also knew that there was such a place in the world, with so many geniuses and so many sword cultivators. Under the influence, he naturally determined to become a sword cultivator, without asking for more
Excellent, just someone can appreciate it.
only.
Due to his qualifications, although he saw the sword monument, his income was extremely limited. He was ridiculed as a delusion and was not worthy of becoming a sword cultivator at all. He was discouraged and thought of the various sufferings he had encountered, so he couldn't help but feel sad and found it.
Crying secretly in a corner.
I cried sadly.
"What are you crying?"
Just as I was so sad that I couldn't help myself, a gentle voice suddenly rang beside me.
He subconsciously turned around.
But I saw a young man in white with sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at him with a smile!
"Sword Head!"
He was shocked and quickly saluted, "Worship the sword head!"
Even though he had only seen it once, he remembered it very clearly that the young man in front of him was the most amazing nine-generation sword head in the history of Xuantian Sword Sect, Yun Jiansheng!
An existence that countless sword cultivators look up to!
An existence that makes countless geniuses fade!
"I disturbed the sword head, I...I'll leave now..."
He thought that Yun Jiansheng was displeased and was frightened, so he wanted to leave.
"not busy."
Who knows.
Yun Jian's body had no airs of sword head, and there was no intention of looking down on him at all. Instead, he sat down next to him and smiled and said, "A man with a grand seven-foot man cried so sadly, he must have encountered a difficult situation."
, It's all right today. If you don't mind, why not... talk to me?"
"I……"
He had been depressed for a long time, and when he saw Yun Jiansheng, he naturally expressed everything.
"I wasted such a precious opportunity to observe the sword monument."
"Sword Head..."
"Am I stupid?"
Finally.
He looked at Yun Jiansheng with hope, as if he wanted to find some comfort from him. Even if Yun Jiansheng said something like "You are not that bad" in person, he could regain his confidence.
"It's really stupid."
Yun Jiansheng admitted, "You have an ordinary talent and an ordinary understanding. Even if you spend ten times the time, you may not have half of their gains. If you take other ways, you may have gained something. Is it just a path of kendo?
The suggestion...you give up as soon as possible."
then.
This sentence almost completely wiped out the last trace of flame in his heart.
"I understand."
His eyes were dim and his thoughts were gone. He bowed to Yun Jiansheng, "Thank you for your guidance..."
“Is it important?”
Seeing him leaving in a daze, Yun Jiansheng asked with a smile.
"ah?"
He turned around blankly.
Yun Jiansheng smiled and said, "My opinions and other opinions are important to you?"
“Don’t it matter?”
“It depends on you.”
Yun Jiansheng laughed and said, "Do you want to become a sword cultivator?"
"I……"
His face turned red, but he couldn't say anything about giving up when he reached his mouth, "I want to!"
"I didn't test you just now."
Yun Jiansheng shook his head, "Your qualifications are really not very good. You may have spent countless time, but in the end it is just a waste of time."
"Then... want to!"
"If you want to do it, then do it."
“…”
"I'll ask you."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yun Jiansheng slowly stood up, his voice was sonorous and powerful, "What is a sword cultivator? Or... what is important to a sword cultivator?"
"talent?"
"wrong."
"Insight?"
"Not right."
"Root bone?"
"It's even more wrong."
Yun Jiansheng looked into the distance and smiled, "Talent, understanding, roots and bones... It's just a sword in his hand, and as a sword cultivator, the most important thing is the sword in his heart. You just need to remember that the sword cultivator will move forward.
, to die, that's all! The rest are external and not worth mentioning!"