Soon, I entered the hall and saw the old man Bashan.

This old man seems to have not lost his cultivation over the years, his magic power has become a little thicker, and the spirit in his eyes is even more unfathomable, as if he can see through the creation of heaven and earth with a casual glance.

"You kid are practicing quickly, and you have good treasures hidden in your hands."

The old man Bashan looked at Fang Jun's eyebrows a few times and said as if he was joking.

Fang Junmei laughed at him.

"What? Now that I have reached the realm of the Ancestor, have you found me to show off my power first?"

The old man Bashan was always humorous and joked again, but he poured a cup of tea for him in his hand, which shows that he still recognized him very much.

Fang Junmei laughed again when she heard this, saying that she didn't dare.

After saying a few greetings to this old man, I drank a drink before I could tell my intention.

After hearing this, the old man Bashan finally became a little serious.

"You have just advanced to the Ancestor. Where did you get the confidence that you can win the boy Bengshan in the life-and-death duel?"

After a few breaths of silence, the old man Bashan asked.

Fang Junmei smiled and said with a righteous expression: "The result of the battle, senior, don't worry, I won't do anything I want to die, but Venerable Bengshan bullied me and even killed my disciple. I will never let him leave this revenge."

When the old man Bashan heard this, he stared at him deeply.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Since you said so, this kid Benshan will definitely not be too careless. He may indeed call a few monks to ambush you at a critical moment."

"So did you agree?"

Fang Junmei said.

The old man Bashan wrinkled his old face, thought for a while, and said, "Although Bengshan will definitely bring in a few people, it certainly does not include three days. Now, I have already taken two and a half steps. If I don't go out for three days, I will shock them a few monks one step or two steps... It's very cheap."

Fang Junmei smiled again after hearing this.

He stood up and bowed, saying, "Senior, please don't take care of it, just think it's because of the old friendship with the two seniors, Sword Kings."

The old man Bashan pondered for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

Fang Junmei thanked her and added a cup of tea to the old man Bashan, then sat down.

The two started chatting.

"Senior, as far as you know, what was the best innate spiritual treasure that Sword Emperor used back then? Whose hands has it now fallen into?"

Fang Junmei remembered something and asked suddenly.

"Isn't it in your hands?"

The old man Bashan asked immediately.

Fang Junmei shook her head.

The old man Bashan nodded slightly, with a remembrance in his eyes and said, "Brother Jian used a pair of swords to cut out the body of the immortal god. This pair of swords was called the Qingbai Double Sword by him. The Qingbai is the Qinglian Sword, and the Bailou Immortal Sword."

As he finished speaking, his fingertips pointed, and a pair of swords appeared in the void, sparkling and shimmering.

One blue and one white.

The green ones are green, like a green jade forged, with a bit of transparency and about four feet five years long. If you look closely, it seems that green lotus leaves are transformed into, with lotus leaves texture hidden, with unique shapes at the end, and it seems that there is a fragrance coming.

The white one is yellow and white, as if it was made of a piece of immortal lotus root. It is also about four feet five long. Its shape is not as slender as an ordinary long sword, but full and wide, with a curve like a knife, shrouded in frost and mist.

Needless to say, the green one must be the Qinglian sword, and the white one is the White lotus immortal sword.

Fang Junmei remembers it in his heart.

"Where is Senior Sword Emperor?"

Asked again.

When the old man Bashan heard this question, his smile suddenly rose in his eyes and thought of something joyful.

"Brother Dao uses a sword and a spear. His temperament has always been unruly and humorous. The names he gave him were also interesting."

The old man Bashan said, "The name of that knife is called "The uncle here, and the name of that spear is called "The uncle is here!"

Hearing these two names, Fang Junmei also laughed.

Whoosh-

Another stroke of his fingertips showed two treasures.

The knife was purple all over, and the lightning flashed, it was the one in the hand of the Dao Lang in the chaotic world.

As for the spear, its shape is also unique, as if it is made of dark gold, with a dark luster, but instead, it has a deep sense of danger of storm and thunder silently.

Fang Junmei also wrote down.

"Senior, please give me some advice on the place where the ancestor of the man fell."

Fang Junmei asked about another important thing.

The old man Bashan glanced at him, his expression became slightly complicated, and he said, "Why? Have you been thinking about it so quickly?"

"It's okay to know first."

Fang Junmei said lightly.

“…The time has not come.”

The old man Bashan thought for a moment and said four words.

"Where is there a quota limit for entering and leaving? How to allocate it?"

Fang Junmei didn't give up.

The old man Bashan gave him a blank look and said helplessly: "I will only give you a tip. Brother Feng Yao has the final say in our place. If you want to enter, remember to flatter him!"

Fang Junmei smiled and thanked her.

"I have heard that Senior Feng Yao seems to be a monk from the Northern Saint Alliance. Even the super formations under these stars were arranged by him. Senior is here now?"

"Not here."

The old man Bashan answered very simply and said, "I don't know where he has gone. He has always acted like a dragon but never a tail."

Fang Junmei nodded.

There are more than 900 years left before that life-and-death battle. I guess no one dared to fight Taixi Mountain. Fang Junmei simply refused to go back and just stayed at Yunding Mountain.

I'm here to ask the old man Bashan for advice.

On the other side, after several decades, the letter was finally delivered to Venerable Bengshan.

The supreme monks from the Lesan Tribe received the news and came to see Venerable Bengshan together.

"Old ancestor, this kid must have conspiracy and plans to issue this war letter. From the perspective of his younger generation, it doesn't have to be as good as him."

A mature and polite monk said.

“That’s right!”

After the words came to an end, many monks nodded and agreed.

Venerable Benshan held the jade slip, his eyes were gloomy and gloomy. He swept everyone around and said, "Are you worried that I will lose?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became embarrassed.

"... The ancestor was joking... I'm naturally confident about you... I'm afraid that the boy will call other people to come and plot against you."

Someone said tremblingly, feeling the heavy pressure coming.

"snort!"

Venerable Benshan snorted coldly.

Snap!

With the hand in hand, the jade slip was crushed.

"That boy has a new level of the ancestor. If he doesn't have a conspiracy and goes crazy, he will dare to fight me. Besides, what you said is not right, why should I have a good experience with him? I won't accept this shitty life and death battle!"

Venerable Benshan said coldly and shamelessly.
Chapter completed!