Sword Master Ling Tian

The words surprised everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, never expected that Ling Tian was still beating the two pavilions of sword pill now?

Why does this make Jiandan and the two pavilions so uncomfortable?

"Ling Tian, ​​you are too presumptuous!"

The muscles on Wen Luohan's face were twitching.

As Senior Brother Jiange, he had no place to show himself.

But now Ling Tian's words like this, doesn't he want to step on the sword pavilion directly?

"Ling Tian, ​​you are just a named disciple, too rampant, right?"

Lin Zhi from Dan Pavilion has also arrived, and now he is shocked when he hears this.

"Ling Tian, ​​do you really think that if you are in the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion, no one can cure you?"

"You are a disciple of Qige, even if you have a sword formation? Do you have the resources to practice?"

"You are just a registered disciple, you just strike us!"

Yu Sen flushed and pointed directly at Ling Tian.

Behind him, the disciples of the sword pill and the two pavilions also clamored.

If they don't get 10% back today, then they really can't hold their heads up.

The disciples of the two pavilions add up to occupy half of the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion, how can Ling Tian be insulted?

"Hehe, the ironman?"

But Yu Sen's words made Ling Tian amused.

What a respected profession is a crafting master?

He has practiced swords and swords all his life, and no one is allowed to insult the refiner!

The next moment, Ling Tian drew out Yu Sen's wood-colored quasi-immortal sword with a sound.

"Ling, Ling Tian, ​​what are you going to do? Still want to hurt me in front of all the disciples? Tell you, this is not above the ring!"

"Ling Tian, ​​if you are persuaded, return the sword to me!"

Yu Sen was shocked and frightened suddenly, and retired with the surrounding disciples.

"I just want you to know."

Ling Tian held the quasi-immortal sword tightly in his hand, his vitality continued to flow through it, and the sword shadow shook the entire sword body.

"My cabinet is not for you to strike iron!"

"A quasi-immortal sword like this, I Ling Tian, ​​never put it in my eyes!"

"Except for refining tools, my pleasure in Ling Tian is to destroy rubbish!"

Bang!

Having said that, Ling Tian suddenly used force in his hands, and directly shattered the wood-colored quasi-immortal sword!

The soul of the sword within it was the slightest, but it still couldn't escape Ling Tian's big hand, and it was squeezed exploded.

The fragments of the quasi-immortal soldiers scattered and flew on the faces of the disciples of the sword pavilion, and Yu Sen and others were directly dumbfounded.

This sword is a family heirloom of his Yu family, and it is the saber of the young descendants of the descendants of the past dynasties.

Now, just like this, Ling Tian is like rubbish, crushed to pieces?

Did Ling Tian really look down on this sword, or did it deliberately show it to Jiange?

They also laughed at Ling Tian for making iron, but which iron is so atmospheric?

"you you!"

But the disciples of Jiange could only grit their teeth at Ling Tian, ​​there was no other way.

Ling Tian alone was enough to suppress all of them.

"Huh, let's go!"

Ling Tian sneered, took Zhang Jing and the others, turned and left.

"Haha, is a small Xiaoqige named disciple so arrogant?"

"I want to see, why don't you put my sword pill and two pavilions in your eyes like this."

But at this moment, from the direction of Jiange Island, a cold voice suddenly sounded, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed, and it blasted in people's hearts, making people feel tight, like a sword hanging from the neck.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Jiange disciple, welcome the pavilion master!"

When Wen Luohan and the others heard this voice, their faces were overjoyed, and they bowed and saluted where the voice came from.

The expressions of the other disciples became extremely respectful.

"Jiange Pavilion Master?"

Ling Tian also stopped abruptly, and from the voice just now, he felt an extremely powerful aura and kendo will.

Although the cultivation base is not as terrifying as the old beggar, it is only slightly worse than Feng Xuan of the vast battle hall.

And when this sound fell, from the direction of the island of the sword pavilion, a sword intent soaring to the sky also violently violently swept through the high sky and white clouds, like a tsunami, whizzing.

Below the Sacred Sword Mountain, the disciples of the pavilions were terrified. They had never seen the pavilion master of the sword pavilion like this. It seemed that they were obviously angry!

However, when the horror sword intent came to Holy Sword Mountain, it suddenly faded.

The control of the sword intent has reached the point of extraordinary.

Hum!

In the air, there was a long roar of swords, and after a scream, a figure tore through the space, suddenly appeared in front of Ling Tian and others.

Ling Tian frowned and looked at the figure in front of him.

This person is dressed in a gray-white gown, his gray hair and long beard move slowly with the wind, and his thin face has the cold color of the blade of a sword, standing there like a sword that lasts for a long time. , People look at it, but they are discouraged.

This person looks just like a middle-aged person, and moreover, is a man.

Is this person the master of the sword pavilion?

"Hahaha, Pavilion Master Chen, you left the customs so soon? It seems that you have progressed to the late stage of Sanxian as you wished?"

Without waiting for Ling Tian to speak, Lin Xiao squeezed out from nowhere, dragged Ling Tian behind her, and bowed to the sword pavilion master with a very respectful attitude.

"Ling Tian, ​​this is Chen Jianxiao, the lord of the sword pavilion. Why don't you come up and see him?"

Lin Xiao turned sideways, pretending to be angry.

Although he didn't want it in his heart, Ling Tian stepped forward and slightly arched his hands, "I Pavilion disciple Ling Tian, ​​I have seen Pavilion Master Chen."

"Hehe, are you the disciple who just broke through the Ninth Floor and got the Qianchen Sword Formation?"

Chen Jianxiao glanced at Ling Tian, ​​a look of surprise flashed deep in his eyes, but before Ling Tian could answer, he shook his head.

"Fine, that's nothing."

"But Lin Xiao, your disciple's tone is amazing. It doesn't look like your Lin Xiao's style at all?"

Lin Xiao's eyes turned wildly, but she still smiled and said: "Pavilion Master Chen, forgive me, Ling Tian just entered my pavilion, it is inevitable that he is arrogant, and I hope that Jiange should not be concerned.

"Hehe, no, this son is not arrogant."

However, Chen Jianxiao shook his head, "I think this person is quite temperamental. In the future, you might not be able to become a figure in your pavilion aspiring to the heavens!"

After Chen Jianxiao said, the deputy heads of the surrounding pavilions were all startled.

The words of the master of the sword pavilion sounded like boasting Lingtian, but in reality, they were punishing the heart every word, and they were killing them!

"However, this son also reminds me that, as the Six Paths of the Nine Heavens, should you contribute to the refining skills of the sect, so that all the disciples in the sect have weapons to use as their own duties?"

"Pavilion Master Lin, am I right?"

Before Lin Xiao could speak, Chen Jianxiao chased after him.

Suddenly, Lin Xiao's expression changed.

"Yes..."

But he still nodded, but his heart has gradually become uneasy.

"Haha, but after so many years, have my fifth pavilion received the weapons refined by your tool pavilion?"

"Never!" Lin Xiao's face was already sweaty.

"If this is the case, your disciple of the Pavilion is so arrogant now, why not let you make up for the weapons that you have owed to the Pavilion for so many years!"

After Chen Jianxiao said, he looked at Ling Tian, ​​whose expression was tense, and his eyes were full of coldness, and said, "Otherwise, others really thought that I was owed the Qige!"

"You say, don't you?"