He Has a Dragon

History is woven from bloody dramas that subvert three concepts.

At least in the eyes of Young Master Wang, history is so bloody, which always leaves him speechless.

After a speechless silence, Wang Lewei sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that the strongest leader in the history of Nanhua Temple would be Xie Xuan."

At the same time, Wang Le thought of Han Ruoshui and Qingyangzi, who had both mentioned that the strongest inheritance of Nanhua Temple was kendo.

"It seems that the strongest inheritance of Nanhua Temple was not created by Zhuangzi, but left by Xie Xuan, a famous commander in history." Wang Lemo speculated secretly in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Le still had to sigh with emotion that Xie Xuan's other identity was actually the head of Nanhua Temple, and he was also regarded as the supreme swordsman by the martial arts community.

What is Sword Supreme?

Although Wang Le is a rookie in the martial arts world, he also understands that to be crowned with the title of Supreme, his strength must be the supreme first.

At least in the martial arts world of Xie Xuan's time, he was the number one person with the highest achievements in swordsmanship!

At this time, Wang Le couldn't help but think that the murals engraved in the Palace of Lost Dreams did indeed show the unparalleled grace of warriors wielding swords to conquer. If nothing unexpected happened, it was Xie Xuan, the strongest master in the history of Nanhua Temple.

There is no doubt that Xie Xuan is one of the few peak warriors of the Guantian level in Nanhua who has won the divine battle.

Just like that, thoughts about Xie Xuan, the master of swordsmanship, flashed through Wang Le's mind instantly.

Wang Le then put aside his somewhat cluttered thoughts, looked at Grandpa Jiyang, and tentatively asked for confirmation: "My grandson heard from the great uncle that the strongest inheritance of Nanhua Temple is the sword. Is it possible that Xie Xuan left it?"

Jiyang's face straightened, he nodded and said solemnly: "That's right, among the disciples of Nanhua Temple in Grandpa's generation, only the senior brother has received the strongest inheritance."

After a pause, there was a look of pain in Ji Yang's eyes, and with a complicated tone, he changed the subject and said: "And because of practicing the sword inheritance left by Xie Xuan, the senior brother went crazy and turned people into inhumans and ghosts. He killed too many people." The person who shouldn't be killed spent ten years in seclusion for this reason, wasting the most precious years of his life before he could get out of his obsessive state."

Although Wang Le already knew a lot about these experiences of Nanhua Blood Sword Cold Water, now that he heard his grandfather sigh again, he was still filled with emotion deep in his heart.

Because in Wang Le's eyes, if he had not retired from the mysterious army, he might have been the second Han Ruoshui.

Just when Wang Le was deeply touched, Ji Yang, as a witness, obviously did not want to continue on this topic, so he took the initiative to change the topic and seriously warned: "You can't bite off more than you can chew, and now you can obtain the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm." , don’t think about Nanhua Temple’s sword inheritance.”

After a pause, Ji Yang smiled again and said: "As long as your performance continues to be outstanding, grandson, the inheritance of swordsmanship in Nanhua Temple will be yours sooner or later."

Wang Le touched his nose, suddenly gave a wry smile, and said sadly: "When I was in Sijiu City, my uncle once suggested that the best weapon for me to refine is a flying sword. In this case, I will be more comfortable practicing swordsmanship in the future. .”

"I originally planned to refine my natal magic weapon after entering Nanhua Temple, but I didn't expect that the world is unpredictable. I had to leave again after a few days. There was no time to seriously consider the natal magic weapon."

Ji Yang was also speechless. This was the first time in his life that he encountered a Xuan-level warrior who did not have his own magical weapon.

Besides, this Xuan-level warrior is none other than his Ji Yang grandson.

It’s really a strange flower.

After thinking about it, Ji Yang said to Wang Le solemnly: "The magical weapon of destiny is closely related to the warrior's life and will accompany him throughout his life. Its importance is self-evident. It must be carefully considered before refining it."

Of course Wang Le understood this, that's why he seemed so helpless. After all, there wasn't much time left for him.

It is obviously unrealistic to get your own natal magic weapon in such a short time.

Besides, Wang Le didn't want to refine the natal magic weapon in such a hurry. Anyway, he doesn't use his natal magical weapon, but his combat power is still extremely powerful.

Thinking of this, Wang Le shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said, "We can only wait until the border experience is over and return to Nanhua Temple before considering refining the natal magic weapon."

Ji Yang nodded and said: "During the next period of time, grandpa will try his best to collect the materials for refining the natal magic weapon. By the time you come back, if nothing unexpected happens, we should be almost ready."

In this way, Wang Le and Ji Yang stayed in the study room, focusing on matters related to refining the natal magic weapon and joining the alliance trial team to go to the border to experience.

Although Jiyang is very aware of his grandson's abilities and methods, he has the power and calculations that ordinary young people don't have.

But during the chat, Ji Yang couldn't help but repeatedly nagging the other party to be more cautious during the boundary training process, and there were some things that needed to be paid attention to.

Although Wang Le, who was extremely experienced, already knew what his grandfather repeatedly told him, he still kept smiling and listened silently.

Because this is the care between relatives, for Wang Le, he enjoys this kind of time, which is warm and practical.

But the happy time is often short-lived. The setting sun sets the last ray of light and the night slowly opens.

It's finally dark.

In the study, the old man and the young man also gradually fell silent. They each closed their eyes and leaned in the large Taishi chair, waiting quietly for the arrival of Ji Yinzi...

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"It's a deal. Please take care of me on the way."

Ji Yinzi, surrounded by the two deacons surnamed Zhao and Tian from the alliance, walked out of the attic slowly, and said with a smile and a greeting.

"It's easy to talk about."

"Master, don't worry."

The two deacons surnamed Zhao and Tian returned the favor and said to Ji Yinzi with a smile.

Ji Yinzi cupped his hands and said goodbye, "Then I'll go back and get ready. You two should rest early."

The two deacons politely bowed their hands in return, and Ji Yinzi turned around and left with a smile.

But the moment Ji Yinzi turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, revealing a look of deep physical pain, and the speed of his feet became extremely fast.

Deacon Zhao looked at Ji Yinzi's figure disappearing into the darkness and said happily: "Brother Tian, ​​this time we are guests at Nanhua Temple, we really feel at home!"

Deacon Tian pinched the gray three-goat beard under his chin, his eyes turned into slits with smiles, and he nodded and replied: "We can count ourselves as lucky if we can get so many benefits from Nanhua Temple."

At this time, Deacon Zhao showed a look of confusion unconsciously and asked softly: "What kind of style does Nanhua Guan have, and why do you suddenly want to join the trial team? This was not like this before!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Deacon Tian gave Deacon Zhao a big roll of his eyes, laughed and scolded: "Brother, you are really a dog meddling in other people's business."

After finishing speaking, Deacon Tian turned around and returned to the attic, leaving Deacon Zhao standing there thoughtfully...