The Sword Dynasty

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Almost all the practitioners of Xian Fuzong were deeply impressed when they saw the face of the old man who had walked down the mountain road.

Everyone seems to be short at this time. Only Zhang Yi stood in the local area and seemed to stand out.

The sun fell on the old man and looked at the figure and face that the old man was very familiar with. Zhang Yi’s mind flashed countless pictures in a flash.

This old man is very familiar and unfamiliar.

He still stood still, but finally began to understand why &&&& novels can enter Xian Fuzong in the very bad situation, becoming a disciple of Xian Fuzong.

It was just too short for him to think about it. He still couldn't understand why the old man had to spend so much effort and go from Qin to Yan.

The old man in the sun looked at Zhang Yi, who was still in his eyes, and his eyes were more harmonious than the sun.

Through the respectful crowd, he walked over to Zhang Yi and Le Yi.

Le Yi looked at the gentle old man and could not connect him with the strongest practitioner of the entire Yandi at the moment.

Mysterious... The adjectives of the powerful machine, the powerful, etc., seem to have nothing to do with the old man at this time.

"Nothing lost?"

When the old man stayed in front of Zhang Yi for a few moments, he recovered from the loss and asked, "What do you mean?"

Murong Xiaoyi suddenly worried.

Somehow, what she was worried about at this time was not the issue of the ancestral ownership of Xian Fuzong, but the concern of Le Yi and Zhang Yi.

The old man looked at Le Yi gently and kindly, and said with emotion: "You can understand it by taking a look at the kit."

Le Yi grabbed it again.

"You know when you open it." The old man looked at him and said seriously: "You will understand the true relationship between Huang Tiandao and Xian Fuzong. You will also understand your grandfather and my master. relationship."

Le Yi’s breathing suddenly increased.

Almost all the practitioners of Xian Fuzong's breathing also rushed. They couldn't understand the old man's words at the moment, but they all felt that the old man's sentence seemed to contain a great secret. The answer was on Leyi. The sacred ancestor left by the ancestors of Huang Tiandao.

Le Yi looked up and glanced at the old man.

Then he took a deep breath and resolutely opened the kit.

There is a small scroll of sheepskin that has been yellowed in the kit.

At a glance, he determined that the writing on the scroll of the sheepskin was indeed from his grandfather.

When the small scroll of sheepskin was unfolded and he began to read the above handwriting, he began to understand why the ancestor left so many notes.

"This is what it is?"

His hands quickly began to tremble slightly, and some of them sounded aloud.

His eyes are also very stunned, just like a lost child does not know how to go.

"In a strict sense, this is a scam."

The old man looked at him apologetically and slowly said: "It's just a good scam, a scam that can avoid the fascination of Xian Fu Zong. So please don't blame your ancestors."

All the disciples of Xian Fuzong looked at the old man and Le Yi.

They want to get an answer, and the atmosphere is too quiet and suffocating.

Fortunately, the elderly did not let them wait too much.

He spoke and made a clear voice, so that every disciple of Xian Fuzong could hear it clearly: "Luo Ping came out and founded Huang Tiandao Gate, not because of the dispute of arrogance, but because of deliberate arrangement. The reason is that Xian Fuzong is the most powerful Zongmen of Yandi... In the eyes of the Zongzhu at that time, when anything is in full swing, it is easier to begin to decline, just as the invincible foreign dynasty is more prone to decay."

"There is progress in external pressure."

After the meal, the old man's eyes swept over the face of Zhang Yi and all the other disciples of Xian Fuzong. Then he slowly said: "Huang Tian Dao Men is Xian Fu Zong, and Xian Fu Zong is still a fairy, so no matter where it is. A generation, whether it is Huang Tiandao's victory over Xian Fuzong, or Xian Fuzong wins the Huangtian Daomen, is the victory of Xian Fuzong."

"So this is a deliberate establishment of a hostile sect?" Someone finally reacted completely and couldn't help but make a sound.

"If you don't care, you will be true."

The old man looked up faintly and looked up at the sky. "Hai Na Bai Chuan is big, no matter what origin, as long as you are a true disciple, your achievements can make Xian Fu Zong."

When I heard the old man's words, many of the teachers of Xian Fuzong were full of shame in their eyes, especially after the eyes of the eyes swept to Zhang Yi.

They did not understand until then that Xian Fuzong could accept the Qin people like Zhang Yi.

"There are thousands of ways to get there. If you are stuck in the dead, it is a real pool of stagnant water. After all, it is just the way to follow the path of the predecessors, and how many achievements can be made." The old man turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yi, and he appreciated it. Said slowly.

Zhang Yi was moved inexplicably. Looking at the old man, he thought about the cause and effect. He knew that the old man had a lot of calculations along the way. All of them were just tests for him. He opened his mouth and couldn’t say anything.

"If you come here, then you are safe. Since you have already understood the deep meaning of your founder and my teacher, you should understand that it is for this fairy Fuzong. You will stay and practice in Xian Fuzong."

The old man looked at the same speechless Le Yi and smiled. He said, "I will give you the hill of Xian Fuzong."

"I will give you the hill of Xian Fuzong..."

The sound is dull, but the sound is constantly echoing in the mountains, but it is full of people who are sincerely admired.

If Le Yi’s body is struck by lightning, it trembles fiercely, and then subconsciously squats, saying: “The Sovereign.”

"You two come with me."

The old man smiled faintly and began to turn up the mountain along the mountain road, but at the same time he followed Zhang Yi and Le Yi.

"This hill is handed over to you, but it is not to say."

When I went to the top of the mountain, the old man did not turn around, but slowly said softly: "Be able to practice hard because of some life, and challenge one of the sects alone, and hand over the mountain to you, I am also assured."

"Just hand it over to any of you. When I close my eyes, I can safely let go of the burden of Xian Fuzong. Now there are two of you, and you respect each other and naturally help each other."

"Yellow Heaven is a self-cultivation, but it is also the eye of this mountain."

The old man stayed in front of a haystack, just glanced at the door of the grassy door. The ordinary stone of the stone stone lit up, giving off a yellow brilliance, and the color of the character used by Le Yi was completely Consistent.

Le Yi’s body slammed again.

It was only the breath on the threshold that he understood that the old man gave him the image of Fushan and gave him the mountain.

"If someone keeps it, someone will attack."

The old man turned to look at Zhang Yi and smiled a little. He said: "Your true Yuan Xiu is not yet a big success, but the sword is already great. In the future, you should rely more on your sword."

Zhang Yi opened his mouth, "I..."

The old man shook his head and interrupted him directly. "Don't be arrogant."

Zhang Yi and Le Yi looked at each other.

"If you don't rain, you have to be careful."

The old man smiled with satisfaction and looked at the rain clouds in the distance. He said: "It is my luck to have two students like you so quickly."

At this time, Zhang Yi inexplicably thought of Huang Tiandaomen and Xian Fuzong, and thought of Su Qin.

He couldn't help but look up at the old man's face and ask, "Then my brother..."

"Some people help, and naturally there must be people."

The old man laughed and said: "Su Qin is not weak. He will accomplish his role very well. As for the future victory and defeat, you have two people. He has only one person, so I am very at ease."

Zhang Yi and Le Yi are speechless again.

They looked at the old man who looked at Yan Shangdu. At this time, he just thought that the figure of this old man was extremely tall.