Eternal First Immortal Sect

In a gorge in the Northern Wilderness, it is inaccessible, and there are bones and sword marks everywhere, as if silently announcing something.

A man with a long sword on his back fell straight from the sky, with an extremely powerful sword intent on his body, but his face was extremely sad, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

The man walked towards the depths of the gorge step by step. He passed through the barriers of layers of formation, and finally stopped in one place.

"Master, my disciple is back." The young man untied the long sword on his back, holding the sword in his hands, and then said respectfully.

An old man with a vicissitudes of face suddenly appeared in front of the young man. He frowned slightly and looked at the man up and down.

"Are you injured?" The old man's voice was a little cold, and he asked directly.

"Master, the disciple lost to the Icefield Sword Saint, and finally defeated, please master to punish him." Fang Ping took a deep breath, then said with a dim face, his expression a bit low.

It can be seen that the defeat to the Icefield Swordmaster did bring a very serious blow to Fang Ping, and made him appear a little sluggish.

"I know it for my teacher." The old man said indifferently, his expression unchanged, as if he had expected this result a long time ago.

"The disciple is not doing well, please be punished by the master!" Fang Ping took a deep breath, and then said aloud again, his expression very dim.

"What is there to punish? You weren't his opponent in the first place. Now that you can come back alive by chance, it's already very good." After the old man heard Fang Ping's words, he slowly shook his head, and then his tone was calm. Said something.

"Master, did you know that I was not his opponent?" Fang Ping was completely stunned after hearing his own words, his face full of doubts, and his heart was full of puzzlement and confusion.

"If you only talk about kendo attainments, even being a teacher is not necessarily his opponent, let alone you stinky kid." The old man's mouth had a faint smile, and then said in a leisurely tone.

"..." After Fang Ping heard the old man's words, he was stunned there, speechless in his heart.

Now that he knew that he was not the opponent of Icefield Sword Saint, did he send himself to death?

"Ping'er, after all, you are the most proud disciple of the teacher, don't you even understand the purpose of being a teacher?" The old man saw the doubt in Fang Ping's eyes, he sighed deeply, and then he was helpless. Said aloud.

"The disciple doesn't know what you mean, Master, please help the disciple!" Fang Ping took a deep breath, and then said solemnly, his eyes full of doubts and incomprehension.

"Swordsman together, it has never been a smooth journey, how can you see the rainbow without wind and rain?" With a faint smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he said in a leisurely tone.

"So, does the master want to educate his disciples through the hands of the Icefield Sword Saint?" Fang Ping took a deep breath, and then asked his master aloud.

"Bao Jianfeng came out of sharpening. I hope you can remember these words as a teacher." The old man nodded lightly, then said in a leisurely tone, with a smile on his mouth.

"Thank you for your advice, my disciple has been taught." Although Fang Ping felt very helpless, he nodded heavily, and then said in a deep voice.

"Okay, now that you have returned to the sect, let's practice for a while, and when you have the confidence to break through to the realm of the emperor, let you go out as a teacher." The old man nodded gently. Then he said in a leisurely tone, with a smile on his lips.

"Master, the disciple came back this time to say goodbye to you." After Fang Ping hesitated for a while, he bit his head and said aloud.

"What did you say?" When the old man heard Fang Ping's words, he was taken aback for a while, and then subconsciously asked aloud, feeling very dazed.

What nonsense is this kid talking about, what does it mean to say goodbye, does he still want to leave the Great Desolate Sword Sect?

"Master, the disciple has decided to go outside for a while, I am afraid that there will be no chance to accompany Master again in the future." After Fang Ping hesitated for a while, he still said what was in his heart.

This is a decision he made after thinking for a long time, not on an impulse.

Since his friendship with the Icefield Sword Saint, he has realized his shortcomings in the sword, and at this moment, he urgently wants to break through his bottleneck.

For their sword repairmen, working behind closed doors is often not the best choice.

He needs to fight, one battle after another, so that he can find his weakness, finally return to the peak, and then go further!

"Have you really thought about it?" The old man had seen the firmness in Fang Ping's eyes, he sighed softly, and then said helplessly.

"The disciple has made all preparations. If he doesn't break the emperor, he will never return to the sect!" Fang Ping nodded heavily after hearing the old man's words, and then said without hesitation, his expression was very firm. He also brought a very powerful aura.

"Where do you want to sharpen your sword?" After the old man hesitated for a while, he asked aloud with concern, a little worried in his heart.

Fang Ping is the most outstanding genius of the Great Desolate Sword Sect, and the youngest sword immortal, with a boundless future.

Not only that, Fang Ping is also the closed disciple of this old man. If something happens to him, not only him, but the entire Great Desolate Sword Sect cannot accept it.

"The disciple plans to go to the Zhenjian Tower." After Fang Ping pondered for a while, he said aloud to the old man.

"You..." The old man seemed to be annoyed by Fang Ping's words, his body trembled slightly, and he directly extended a finger to Fang Ping.

"Master, if there is no return from the disciple, please forget the disciple, and then choose another disciple to inherit your mantle!" Fang Ping suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, and then spoke to the old man. .

At this moment, Fang Ping had obviously made up his mind. No matter who persuaded him, he would not change his decision.

"You rebel, do you know where the Zhenjian Tower is? Not to mention that you are already in a state of decline. Even if you are a teacher at the peak, you can't guarantee that you can retreat from there." The old man's chest was fierce. Ups and downs, he said angrily, looking like he hates iron but not steel.

"Master, please agree to the disciple's request!" Fang Ping's forehead was pressed tightly to the ground, and he respectfully said aloud, the firmness in his eyes did not waver.