The sweeper came to meet his disciples, and the palace master ran to sweep the floor?

What is this doing?

Bai Ye was confused.

The old man stepped forward and appeared under the statue like teleportation.

"Okay, Palace Master, I'm here, go quickly!" The old man grabbed the broom and said a little impatiently.

"Oh? Is the person here?"

The figure was stunned for a moment, turned around and walked towards Bai Ye.

He was a guy dressed in a simple manner, with a goatee, a little messy hair, and a very ordinary appearance. He seemed to be younger than the old man, and was also inconspicuous, without any appearance as a leader of the sect. However, what makes people care about is that he had a brown scabbard hanging around his waist without a sword.

"Greetings to the palace master!" Bai Ye clasped his fists and bowed.

"Oh, don't be so polite. Come on, let's sit down."

The palace master grinned and said casually.

"The Palace Master doesn't have any airs!" Bai Ye smiled faintly.

"Are you letting the elders pretend to be done?" The palace master took out an apple from somewhere, sat under the statue, crossed his legs and gnawed, "You disciples are also working hard. You always have to respect the elders who are tall and above. If you see me, the palace master, you will be scared to death? So I am very casual. You don't have to be polite when you see me. You know what you say, do you know? Just think I am your elder brother!"

"Okay..." Bai Ye squeezed out a smile, but he was a little uncomfortable.

However, this palace master obviously didn't know what restraint was when this disciple saw the elder.

"I wonder why the Palace Master asked me to come?" Seeing that the Palace Master had finished gnawing an apple in a short while, Bai Ye couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I just talk about your cultivation!" The palace master chewed the apple: "You have good talent and good qualifications. I plan to focus on cultivating you, Yinghua Sword and Gongsun Mujiao. I have already talked to them, and you will be the next one."

"nourish?"

"From tomorrow, you three can enter and exit the palace master's hall at will. There is a reading room behind it, which contains the highest sword technique of this sect. You can read it at will. In addition, I will teach you some magic circles, and also the art of mechanisms in the barriers, which will teach you all your strengths." The palace master smiled.

The art of mechanism? Bai Ye's eyes lit up.

This is a good thing!

"Thank you, the Palace Master!"

"Why are you polite? You are a disciple of my Yijian Tiangong, you are your own people! When dealing with your own people, I will not play with those false things. As long as it is something that is good for you, I will give it to you! However, I also hope that you will become prosperous in the future and don't forget the sect!"

“Uh…developed?”

"It means to become a great way!"

“This is OK.”

"That's good!" The palace master smiled, flipped his palm, and found two wine gourds from somewhere, and handed over: "Drink, this is the warm soul wine. Drinking it is good for the heavenly soul. These heavenly souls in your body are interesting and tight, especially the last heavenly soul... there is actually a little bit of the aura of the Dead Dragon Sword. How did your heavenly soul come from?"

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, Xuan'er smiled bitterly: "It seems that the lord of the uterus has seen through the secrets in me?"

"Hahaha, weapons like the Death Dragon Sword are also very powerful in Li Shengzhou. How many people are coveting it, so I naturally know it." The palace master laughed.

Bai Ye opened the gourd, drank a sip of wine, and explained the process of the generation of the Dead Dragon Heavenly Soul.

"So that's it. Are you the one who came from Jiuhun? It's amazing!" the palace master nodded.

"sharp?"

"Of course it's amazing! It's not easy for people from the Nine Soul Continent to become saints. Most of the people in the Holy State are native souls, either from the Shenwu Continent, or from several other continents..."

"Several other continents?" Bai Ye's pupils shrank: "Does there be other planes besides the Shenwu Continent and the Nine Soul Continent?"

"This world is so big. Of course, there is not only Shenwu and Jiuhun, but there is nothing else to say. If you have time, you can slowly understand the classics of the Shengzhou province. You can understand it yourself." The palace master drank a big mouthful of wine, and Xuan'er burped a long time.

Bai Ye was a little ashamed.

He really doesn't look like a palace master.

"By the way, since you have the opportunity to get the Dead Dragon Sword, why don't you have the Dead Dragon Sword?" the palace master asked casually.

"It's taken away!" Bai Ye shook his head, and a ray of scary light flashed in his eyes: "It's the elder without a door that will not disperse!"

"No door? Don't let go?" The palace master was obviously stunned.

"The Palace Master knows this person?" Bai Ye asked hurriedly.

When the palace master heard this, he smiled bitterly: "Why did he let him take it? That would be awful! Wumen is also the leading sect. If the Death Dragon Sword is handed over to the Lord of Wumen, then I Yijian Tiangong can only avoid the edge of the sharpness!"

"I will find a way to retake this sword. After all, I still have a debt to settle!" Bai Ye said with a deep mouthful of wine.

The palace master did not speak.

The palace fell into a brief silence.

"By the way, Palace Master, what is this statue? Is he holding a sword technique?" Bai Ye drank all the wine, feeling the sky soul was warm, his eyes were scattered, as if he was chatting, asking about the huge statue behind him.

"It was a sword technique left to descendants when my ancestor of the palace passed away. With this sword technique, he sealed a peerless and fierce object. So my master's master's master's master... according to his death, he carved this statue. Each hand represents a posture of the sword technique. In fact, there are more than a few swords around here. Because I can't carve it, I have done less. My master's master's master's master... I want to comprehend the set of sword techniques left by my ancestors, but I can't comprehend thoroughly. After so many years of our Yijian Tiangong, no one has realized what kind of sword technique this is. It can only be said to be a great regret." The palace master sighed repeatedly, with regret on his face.

Bai Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, and his mind rippled a little.

The two chatted for a while, and the palace master gave him a bottle of elixir, and Bai Ye said goodbye.

The palace master continued to sit there and drink, looking comfortable.

It was not until Bai Ye left that the old man who was sweeping the floor came over.

"The sword on his waist...why does it feel that the breath is very familiar?" the old man said suspiciously.

"Yes... it's a bit like the sword in the cemetery... He sat next to me just now, and I felt a little throbbing. If I hadn't known that the sword could not have been used, I really thought he had taken out the sword!" The palace master took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

"How about this guy?"

"It's very good! When you die, I'll arrange him here to take over your position!" The palace master said with a smile.

"If he had this ability, he could come now. I don't want to do it yet, old man!" The old man swept the floor snorted, threw the broom, and walked inside.

.....

After leaving the Palace Master's Palace, Bai Ye went to the duel arena.

Late at night, the duel arena was empty, and Deacon Mo was still hangover in the sword cultivation room. Bai Ye swallowed the pill given by the palace master and sat cross-legged.

After a while, the man stood up, his fingers moved slightly, and he recalled the statue he saw in the hall.

Crazy...

In an instant, a large number of transparent sword energy appeared all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of them were born, very cautious.

Each sword is extremely transparent, with pure holy power inside, enough to penetrate a saint completely.

Bai Ye took a deep breath and leaned his fingers towards the sword technique in the hand of the statue before.

But when he changed his first sword technique posture...

Bang!

All the sword energy exploded instantly.

Whoosh!

Bai Ye was blown away and fell to the ground, covered in dust...

He quickly stood up, patted the dust on his head, and frowned.

“Is my posture wrong?”

"Forget it! Come again!!"

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Chapter completed!