Sister's training method is not scientific

Wan Dao and the other two took a deep breath, and then, together with Yun Jin, entered the teleportation array.

There was no dizziness that would normally occur during teleportation, it was just a blink of an eye.

Wan Dao's ears were filled with the sound of noisy voices.

The sun was high in the sky, and the breeze was blowing.

Have they left the volcanic chamber and come to the blue world?

Wan Dao was a little dazed for a moment.

But he didn't have time to be dazed for too long.

Suddenly.

With a roar!

A hard object suddenly hit him.

Wan Dao didn't hide, he stretched out his hand, naturally stretched out his hand.

The Tianpo Sword was tightly held in his hand.

"Master!"

The Tianpo Sword howled, and tears like a waterfall rolled down from the sword body in an instant.

The Tianpo Sword could no longer control his emotions.

Yun Jin had previously issued an order through the sect panel that Wan Dao and his companions would return.

After the Tianpo Sword was informed of this order, the entire sword was in a trance.

His master...

His master is still alive?

And, is he really coming back?

Since receiving the news, Tianpo Sword has been crying!

He has been guarding and waiting for a thousand years in the blue world.

He thought. He could meet the young master, watch the young master establish the Wushuang Sect, and watch the Wushuang Sect rise again, which is the happiest thing.

It turns out.

There are things happier than happiness.

His master is back.

He can still hold him.

They can still fight side by side.

His thousand years of waiting can still have such a result.

An Tong cried and rushed over.

Wan Dao picked him up, and then he said helplessly: "An Tong, why are you still not wearing pants!"

This familiar voice...

This familiar tone...

An Tong cried even harder.

Wan Dao could only keep coaxing this and that, and was very busy.

In the square.

Yun Jin gave instructions in advance. At this moment, all the existing Wushuang Sect disciples gathered here.

In addition.

Qin Ping, Hongye and others also personally visited the four holy places.

According to Yun Jin's instructions, they had a secret talk with the top leaders of the four holy places.

Now.

The top leaders of the four holy places, as well as the top talents in the holy places, have also gathered here.

Ji Wusi came naturally.

He looked at Wan Dao, who was a little flustered after coaxing this and that, and his eyes became a little moist.

But.

He is Ji Wusi.

He is not that useless sword.

He is not that baby who has not been weaned.

Ji Wusi took out the wine gourd and drank slowly.

Qingyun said jokingly: "Master Ji, how come you drink this wine from your mouth and it sprays out from your eyes."

Ji Wusi glared at him: "Slander! You are completely slandering!"

"I don't know if it is slander or not. But I took a picture in advance, and we will take a closer look at that time." Liuli said with a smile.

Ji Wusi: "..."

What's wrong with these people!

Just waiting to see him laugh, right!

But, forget it.

He was in a good mood today and didn't bother with this group of people.

Wan Dao was still alive, which was a great joy.

However, after the joy, Ji Wusi was a little depressed.

If he had known that this guy was still alive, wouldn't all the wine he sent to him on the anniversary of the death for thousands of years have been wasted?

Those were all good wines that even he himself couldn't bear to drink!

"Master Ji, long time no see." Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Ji Wusi's back suddenly stiffened.

He looked up.

Wan Dao Saint had already coaxed the two, and was looking at him with a smile.

Ji Wusi's eyes softened, and thousands of words turned into only four words: "Long time no see."

It's true.

Long time no see.

So, this meeting is also particularly precious.

"Xiao Jin, these... these people..." Liuyun looked at the disciples in neat clothes on the square, and a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"These are all disciples of our Wushuang Sect." Yun Jin said with a smile.

The next moment.

Yun Jin walked to the middle of the disciples.

A uniform voice rang out in the square.

Yun Jin also shouted with them.

"There are a total of 723 people from Wushuang Sect, all present."

"Welcome to Saint Wan Dao."

"Welcome to Taoist Shadow."

"Welcome to Fairy Liuyun."

Wan Dao and his companions stood in place, with a myriad of feelings in their hearts.

They have been practicing Taoism for so long, and their minds have reached the highest level of being indifferent to praise or criticism.

But now, they still can't control their surging emotions, and even have the urge to cry bitterly.

Ji Wu Si smiled and suddenly said.

"Master of Kunlun Sword Sect, Ji Wu Si. Leading the disciples of Sword Sect, thank you for your righteousness!"

Ji Wu Si bent down and bowed seriously.

"Thank you for your righteousness, senior." Several disciples of Kunlun Sword Sect who were accompanying him also saluted.

"The head of Xuan Dan Sect, Xuan Feng, leads the disciples to thank you for your generosity."

Xuan Feng also bowed.

"Thank you, seniors, for your generosity." The disciples of Xuan Dan Sect followed suit.

"The head of the Beast Taming Sect, Sang Fan."

"The head of Qing Xiao Pavilion, Lu Sen."

Sang Fan and Lu Sen also followed suit.

They all bowed earnestly.

The elders of Wushuang Sect deserved their respect with any etiquette.

Wan Dao and his men were somewhat at a loss.

At the beginning.

When they made the decision, they did not want to get any reward, but just followed their heart.

So many people sacrificed, and they never showed a trace of weakness.

They were just practicing their way, and they had no regrets even if they died a hundred times.

But now.

Looking at the people in the square.

The hardship and sadness of these years finally came up.

Wan Dao was still barely holding back.

Shadow and Ling Yun could no longer control themselves and sobbed softly.

A thousand years.

There were only three of them left in the entire Wushuang Sect.

They could no longer tell how many battles they had experienced and how many farewells they had faced.

The companions who fought side by side left them one by one.

They also had weak thoughts in their hearts.

But they still suppressed all their emotions and continued to move forward in the darkness.

At that time, they never dreamed that they would come back one day.

There was silence in the square.

Everyone's face was full of sadness.

Of the hundreds of seniors in Wushuang Sect, only three have returned. They did not ask where the rest had gone.

There was no need to ask.

They had never witnessed the bloody battles, but from the number of people who returned, they could get a glimpse of it.

Just when Wan Dao couldn't help shedding tears.

Yun Jin smiled and waved the photo stone in his hand: "Master Wan Dao also cried, and all the tears have been collected. I have taken photos of them all, and everyone will have one when the time comes."

Yun Jin said with a smile.

Wan Dao and the other two immediately looked at Yun Jin.

Then, the three of them rushed towards Yun Jin tacitly.

Yun Jin quickly put away the photo stone, and then hugged her head: "Don't hit me in the face! Don't try to steal my photo stone!"

Wan Dao looked at Yun Jin with some amusement, then gently patted her shoulder and said in a gentle voice: "Xiao Jin. You have worked hard these years."

Yun Jin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look up.

An Ying and Ling Yun also looked at her with a smile. (End of this chapter)