Looking at the magic sword embedded in the stone pillar, a line of clear tears slid down Wu Xueer's cheek.
"elder brother..."
The magic sword seemed to feel Wu Xue'er's arrival. The sword kept trembling, and the red light lit up on the magic sword, as if to welcome Wu Xue'er's arrival.
Looking at the joyful Demon Sword, Jian Lao had a smile on his face: "Zhan'er, Master is here to see you."
With that said, the two walked into the fourth and last secret room.
Mo Tian followed the two of them and looked at the magic sword. He was very curious. This magic sword was actually psychic!
"Huh?" Mo Tian was stunned, not knowing why the master asked him to kneel down.
"Kneel down! Meet your senior brother! My eldest disciple, Wu Zhan!" Jian Lao shouted again.
"Mo Tian, pay homage to senior brother!" Mo Tian did not kneel down, but still bowed.
"Why don't you kneel down?" Jian Lao asked.
"In his whole life, Mo Tian will kneel to his parents, his master, and no one else." Mo Tian said in a deep voice.
Jian Lao nodded: "Well, I brought you here today to warn you! If you don't suppress your hatred, the consequences of your senior brother will be your consequences!"
Mo Tian looked at the magic sword and asked doubtfully: "Master, what happened to my brother?"
"He is my brother." Wu Xue'er said before Jian Lao could answer.
"Yes, your senior brother is also Xue'er's brother, Wu Zhan, I'm the most proud disciple." Jian Lao said.
"Master, what happened?" Mo Tian frowned, not knowing what to say.
"Xue'er, do you say it or should I?" Jian Lao looked at Wu Xue'er.
"I'll do it." Wu Xueer said softly.
A few years ago, a first-order warrior named Wu Zhan came to Tianjian Sect with his sister Wu Xueer.
The two of them were orphans. After Wu Xueer was born, her mother died of childbirth, and her father also owed numerous debts. In the end, he was hunted down and died tragically.
As an older brother, Wu Zhan didn't want his sister to endure pain, so he brought his sister to Tianjian Sect.
At that time, Tianjian Sect happened to be recruiting disciples, and Wu Zhan relied on his strength as a first-level warrior to directly enter the inner sect.
After entering the inner sect, Wu Zhan quickly showed his talent. In both cultivation and physical aspects, he was much stronger than those inner sect disciples.
At that time, Wu Xueer was just an ignorant little girl who only followed her brother.
One year after entering the inner sect, Wu Zhan relied on his talent to advance to the third level of warrior.
Moreover, Jian Lao, the most mysterious person in the inner sect, took a fancy to Wu Zhan and took him back to his house to practice. He also accepted Wu Zhan as his disciple, which was also Jian Lao's first disciple.
With the guidance of Jian Lao, Wu Zhan's cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds. Another year has passed, and Wu Zhan has broken through to a fifth-level warrior!
No one in the inner sect can compete with Wu Zhan.
Of course, Wu Zhan's rapid advancement in practice has also made many inner disciples feel oppressed or threatened.
Finally, during the competition between the inner disciples, all the dissatisfaction broke out.
The disciples Wu Zhan faced were all trying their best, even if they were seriously injured, they would leave some wounds on Wu Zhan.
However, compared with those low-level warriors and Wu Zhan, a disciple with excellent talent and physique, they are really not good enough.
Even if those disciples tried their best, they still could not pose the slightest threat to Wu Zhan.
In the last battle, the original number one in the inner sect directly used the secret method to directly upgrade his cultivation level to a seventh-level warrior.
But Wu Zhan is no better than Mo Tian. Even if his talent and physique are excellent, he does not have the terrifying assistance of the Shura Demon Body that transcends this world's physique.
Even if the martial arts cultivator has far surpassed those inner sect disciples in dance battles and swordsmanship, all this becomes futile in the face of absolute strength.
The final result can be imagined, Wu Zhan was defeated.
Falling in a pool of blood, Wu Zhan didn't feel anything. He knew that what these disciples did was due to jealousy.
They are jealous of his resources and his talent. This is human nature, and it is also obvious in dance battles.
Can--
What really changed him was...
Dancing Snow.
When the young Wu Xue'er saw her brother being beaten and bleeding, she naturally couldn't stand by and jumped onto the competition stage to stop the No. 1 inner sect who had entered the enhanced stage.
It was actually nothing, but Wu Xueer thought that the inner sect No. 1 was going to do something to Wu Zhan, so she went up and bit the inner sect No. 1's hand.
Although Wu Xue'er is still young, her biting power is quite strong.
Wu Xueer was thrown away by the inner door number one and fell next to Wu Zhan.
At that time, Wu Zhan was actually exhausted and had too much blood, so he was already in a coma.
However, Wu Xueer was bullied, Wu Zhan rose up and stood in front of Wu Xueer.
Just like Mo Tian blocked Wu Xueer before, he said the same words.
"Get away! Whoever hurts my sister steps on my body first!"
Afterwards, the dance battle stimulated his potential, but he became obsessed...
Wu Xueer will never forget that battle. It was Wu Xueer's inner demon and the one she least wanted to face.
The dance war went crazy and slaughtered the disciples of the inner sect crazily. Corpses were everywhere in the competition arena, and blood flowed all over the ground.
Only, there was no trace of blood on that small area on the competition stage, where Wu Xueer huddled up and cried.
The possessed Wu Zhan's cultivation soared, directly breaking through his fighting spirit. Even the elders of the inner sect were defeated one after another by Wu Zhan's men.
Because Wu Zhan's soldiers are human-level middle-grade soldiers donated by Jian Lao, even better than those inner sect elders!
That day and that battle was the Tianjian Sect’s nightmare.
In the end, Old Sect Leader Jian took action to suppress the possessed Wu Zhan.
The result is what it is now. Wu Zhan relied on his last consciousness to entrust Wu Xueer to Jian Lao.
Also, he used his possessed body to help Jian Lao complete the sword he had been forging for several years.
A magic sword, a seventh-level warrior, or, in other words, a low-level earth-level warrior.
The pinnacle of earth-level low-level warriors, the work of the sword master who has stepped into the seventh-level swordsmith...
If possible, Jian Lao would rather not become a seventh-level swordsmith. Dance fighting would be a pain for Jian Lao in his life.
Because of this, Jian Lao promised the sect master not to accept any more disciples. The sect master did not want a second dance battle in the Tianjian Sect!
Wu Zhan's devotion to making swords and becoming possessed by demons puzzled the young Wu Xue'er. As she grew up, Wu Xue'er understood her brother's love for her.
For her, he could die as a demon; for her, he could become a sword.
The remnant soul of Wu Zhan has been sealed in the magic sword, but the brother and sister can never see each other again.
After saying that, Wu Xueer's tears had wet her cheeks, and even the magic sword made a low sound, as if she was crying.
Jian Lao stood aside, bowing his head and saying nothing. He was deeply sorry for Wu Zhan. If he had appeared earlier, none of this would have happened.
Mo Tian gritted his teeth, looked at Wu Xue'er who was crying in pain, raised his hand and gently patted Wu Xue'er's shoulder.
"Put down your hatred and practice hard." Jian Lao said...