Martial God Sovereign

Han Yu looked at the direction Wu Mozi was leaving and sneered to himself.

The purpose of his trip was to take away Taoist Crow, but he did not expect that Wu Mozi had been watching Taoist Crow secretly, and simply temporarily changed his attention to help Taoist Crow.

Han Yu didn't stay long and left quickly.

Because of Liu Yi's affairs, the Six Dao Sects are now extremely cautious about recruiting disciples. It is very difficult for Han Yu to mix into the Six Dao Sects again.

As for impersonating others, almost no need to think about it.

Everyone has their own unique habits, even if Han Yu's disguise skills are good, it is impossible to stay in Liudaozong for a long time.

Now I can only wait for a while to see if the old fellow Crow Taoist has any conscience before making plans.

This time Han Yu pretending to be Xu Huahui, I am afraid Wu Mozi will suspect Xu Huahui, but Han Yu doesn't care about this chess piece.

As expected by Han Yu, the special connection between him and Xu Huahui disappeared two days later, and the **** was eliminated without thinking.

Han Yu didn't care and returned to Wan Jianzong.

What Han Yu didn't expect was that when he returned to Wan Jianzong, he happened to meet his funeral.

It should be said that it was Xiao Ping's funeral.

Wan Jianzong organized the funeral very grandly, and the whole family was wailing.

"Nine girls understand more and more tricks!"

Standing far away from Wan Jianzong, Han Yu smiled faintly.

Today's Xiao Ping, in the eyes of the people of the world, fell on the God Ancestor Mountain Range, and the funeral was just right.

At least in the future, no one will think about how to get rid of Xiao Ping.

The funeral was underway, and Han Yu went directly to the Sword Spirit Palace without returning to Wan Jianzong.

At night, Jian Jiuling hurried over and saw Han Yu with a charming smile on his face.

"You are really not authentic as a master, the disciple's funeral came back so soon?" Han Yu teased.

"Aren't you still alive?" Jian Jiuling glanced at Han Yu, and said angrily.

Han Yu gave a wry smile and said nothing.

Jian Jiuling stared at Han Yu with straight eyes, and asked, "Why did you come back so long?"

Han Yu said: "Why, miss me?"

Han Yu reached Jian Jiuling's body as soon as he moved, holding her small waist with both hands.

"Bah..." Jian Jiuling broke free from Han Yu's embrace and said, "Don't be serious, I still have important things to discuss with you."

Han Yu sat back to his original position without a trace, and said, "Is it the box given by Shendaozi?"

Jian Jiuling nodded and said, "What should we do now?"

Han Yu said, "Open it and see what it is."

Jian Jiuling said: "Now that Senior Brother Sanhua is sitting, who knows if what Shendaozi said is true."

Han Yu said: "Don't worry, as long as the people of the world are still uncertain about the whereabouts of the Ten Thousand Sword God, no matter whether Jian Sanjue sits or sits, no one dares to move Ten Thousand Sword Sect easily, not to mention that we have one more one and a half step now. The supreme powerhouse can be regarded as filling the vacancy of the three swords."

Jian Jiuling thought for a while and said: "What you said is correct, because it has been concealed, it is better to openly announce to the world. As long as they are not sure of the whereabouts of the master, my Wan Jianzong can still sit back and relax." Han Yu said: "Yes, the only thing that is troublesome right now is that the sword sanjue sitting is a major event in the entire cultivation world. Should the funeral be done. If it is done, the heroes of the world will definitely come to mourn. If the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords does not appear, I am afraid it will There is a big problem; but if the funeral is not done, the reputation of Wan Jianzong might be

It will be compromised. "

Jian Jiuling said decisively: "Nowadays, in extraordinary times, the funeral will not be done."

Han Yu smiled slightly. Jian Jiuling has always regarded Wan Jianzong's reputation very seriously. Han Yu is very pleased and happy that she can choose this way.

Han Yu said, "Open the box and have a look."

Jian Jiuling took out the box and opened it. Inside, there was a parchment scroll with dense divine texts written on it.

"This is an ancient pill. The refined pill can extend the life of a half-step supreme powerhouse by a hundred years. It is just incomplete. It may really be something that the third senior brother asked Shendaozi to help find." Jian Jiu Ling was a little sad.

"Whether it is or not, burn it to Jian Sanjue, and then spread the news of Jian Sanjue's sitting down!" Han Yu said.

Jian Jiuling nodded.

"Senior Sister, are you there?" Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside, it was Jian Shiqi.

Jian Jiuling couldn't help frowning, wondering what she was doing now?

Han Yu looked relieved.

"You hide, I'll see her." Before Han Yu could speak, Jian Jiuling said very domineeringly.

After speaking, one person walked out.

Outside the big formation, Jian Shiyi was dressed in plain clothes, and his face was rather bleak. Seeing Jian Jiuling, he didn't face each other as usual, and he still felt pity and pity.

"Are you looking for something to do with me?" Jian Jiuling asked, very kind.

"Senior Sister, today is Xiao Ping's funeral, why did you come back so soon?" Jian Shiqi asked with some suspicion, with a touch of sadness in his tone, which made Jian Jiuling suspicious.

"Uncomfortable, I want to be alone." Jian Jiuling replied absent-mindedly, but his eyes stayed with Jian Seventeen.

"Senior Sister, are you hiding something from us?" Jian Shiqi did not avoid Jian Jiuling's eyes, but stared at Jian Jiuling and asked.

"What's the answer to this?" Jian Jiuling asked.

Jian Seventeen stared at Jian Jiuling for a moment, then suddenly shook his head, retracted his gaze, and said, "Nothing."

Jian Jiuling said coldly: "Since there is nothing, Junior Sister, please come back."

After Jian Jiuling finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Senior Sister." Jian Shiqi called suddenly.

Jian Jiuling turned his head to look at Jian Seventeen in confusion.

Jian Seventeen hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister, let me accompany you tonight."

Jian Jiuling showed a strange look on his face and said, "No need."

After speaking, Jian Jiuling unceremoniously returned to the Sword Spirit Palace.

Sword Seventeen stood outside the Sword Spirit Palace, the whole person became a little confused, and he secretly sighed: "Senior Sister, he is a disciple, but mine... Hey, let this matter go with the wind, he is gone Exist, you are still my senior sister..."

Jian Seventeen finally glanced at Jian Ling Palace, and turned away a little lonely.

Although Jian Jiuling came back, he had been standing behind the formation and observing the sword seventeen, until the sword seventeen was far away, his expression became uncertain.

"Since that day, she seems to be a different person. She no longer confronts me every time, as if she still owes me something? She is also very respectful to me... polite..."

Jian Jiuling pondered for a long time, and suddenly his complexion became extremely ugly, and the whole person instantly felt like an explosion, and returned to the bedroom angrily. "Han Yu, you went to Seventeen that day, what happened to you?"