"In ten days, we will open the door of Jiange for you. Please have a rest. We, Xie Zong, will definitely treat you well."

Xie Wuyou smiled and looked very enthusiastic.

Zhou Xuanji frowned, stared at him suspiciously, and asked, "Ten days? You don't want to empty Jiange, right?"

Xie Wuyou's face froze, and the elder Xie Zong around him became embarrassed.

How did this guy guess?

Zhou Chengxin had a strange expression. Suddenly thinking of Zhou Xuanji's horror learning ability, he immediately understood.

He smiled strangely and looked at Xie Wuyou sympathetically.

Facing his and Zhou Xuanji's eyes, Xie Wuyou felt embarrassed and hurriedly said, "How is it possible! How could I, Xie Zong, do such a thing?"

"Okay, given the foundation of your Xie Zong Jian Pavilion, if I don't see a ground-grade sword technique in it, the value of the sword discussion will be debated."

Zhou Xuanji said seriously, and Xie Wuyou wanted to vomit blood after hearing it.

Too treacherous!

In front of Zhou Chengxin, Xie Wuyou could only agree with the slightest.

Next, under the escort of Xie Zong's disciples, Zhou Xuanji and a group of injured sword cultivators were escorted back to Xie Zong, Xiao Jiangxue, Huang Lianxin, Beixiao Wang Jian and others had already arrived beside him.

They were very excited and kept talking.

Along the way, they encountered the enthusiasm of many people, and finally had to fly with their swords.

After Zhou Jianshen left, people had to disperse.

Xiahou Jin walked out of the attic, looked at the direction where Zhou Xuanji left, and said, "If you want to win over Zhou Jianshen, what kind of gift do you think you need?"

The side general behind him hesitated: "It's probably a peerless sword technique or a sword."

Xiahou Jin nodded and fell into thinking.

Since I want to win over Zhou Jianshen, I naturally cannot return empty-handed.

On the other hand, Zhou Xuanji said goodbye to Xie Wuyou and planned to continue living in the Zhang family.

He said deliberately: "In ten days, I will go to Xie Zong, hoping not to disappoint me."

In response to this, Xie Wuyou could only nod his head with a smile on his face, and cursed in his heart.

When he returned to the Zhang family, Zhou Xuanji followed Xiao Jiangxue back to the house to rest.

The same is true for Zhang Tianjian. During the sword contest, he suffered a lot of injuries and needed treatment.

Others were excited and chatted in the courtyard.

Inside the house.

Zhou Xuanji let out a long sigh and cursed: "It's so dangerous, fortunately, my bloody sword can absorb spiritual power."

He told Xiao Jiangxue about his embarrassment at that time.

This kind of thing cannot be told that the King of Beixiao and the King of Emperor Lotus are detrimental to the majesty.

But it's okay to tell Xiao Jiangxue, Xiao Jiangxue can maintain his image even more than him.

Xiao Jiangxue covered her mouth and laughed: "Let you show off your power, and you have to reach the top from the beginning!"

While talking, she poured tea for Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji sat on the bed and stared at him, "Since you want to win, you must win a lot of light!"

"Yes, yes, my little sword god, you are the most powerful."

Xiao Jiangxue came to him with a tea bowl, blew hot tea for him, and then handed it to him.

Zhou Xuanji drank it all in one gulp, and then asked, "Where are the three-eyed drought rat and the little black snake?"

Xiao Jiangxue shook her head and said, "I guess she is playing in the courtyard."

Although the little black snake wanted to escape, it did not have the strength.

The three-eyed drought rat is unable to live without Zhou Xuanji and will definitely not escape.

As expected, half an hour later, the three-eyed drought rat crawled in from the windowsill with the scarred little black snake.

"I... hate..."

The dizzy little black snake kept muttering, obviously enduring some torture.

For a while, Zhou Xuanji did not leave the Zhang family because the entire Swordsman City was in a sensation and he didn't want to be surrounded.

The battle of swordsmanship swept into the Great Zhou territory, like a storm, sweeping across the dynasty.

Countless people exclaimed.

Zhou Jianshen is stepping on the Northern Zhou Fengjian and Zhao Congjian to take over!

The news began to spread to other dynasties in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the momentum became increasingly large. The Zhou Sword God's position in the hearts of the Great Zhou people began to rise rapidly.

The eighth day after the end of the sword contest.

An uninvited guest came to the Zhang family.

"Zhao Congjian?"

Zhou Xuanji frowned, what is this kid doing for him?

Zhang Ruyu asked nervously: "Senior, do you want to go and have a look?"

Although Zhao Congjian was defeated by Zhou Xuanji, for him, it was still an existence that needed to be looked up to. Even Zhang Tianjian had to be careful when facing Zhao Congjian.

Zhou Xuanji nodded, then took Xiao Jiangxue out of the guest room, and soon, they came to the lobby.

Zhang Tianjian sat in the head seat, smiling all over his face, chatting with the cold Zhao Congjian.

Zhang Rutan sat opposite him, looking at Zhao Congjian uneasyly.

As soon as they saw Zhou Xuanji arrive, the three of them stood up.

Zhou Xuanji looked for a chair to sit down and asked, "What's the matter with me?"

Could this kid be like the Bei Xiaowang Sword, right?

If so, it would be good.

Zhao Congjian's talent is comparable to Zhou Yalong, and Xiao Jinghong is probably not as good as him.

Zhao Congjian took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said, "I want to know what the name of the sword technique you defeated me."

He can take it and let it go.

Zhou Xuanji replied: "The Ten Thousand Sword Dragon Art."

Zhao Congjian frowned and began to recite the name repeatedly.

The Ten Thousand Sword Dragon Art…

Could it be that there are thousands of swords?

His heart trembled. The ten swords alone made him unable to withstand the ten swords...

He shuddered.

At this moment, he realized that he was really a frog in the well.

He shook his head and turned around to leave.

"etc!"

Zhou Xuanji suddenly called him, and Zhao Congjian turned around and looked at him, frowned.

Zhou Xuanji asked, "Do you have a master? Sect?"

Zhao Congjian shook his head and said, "I am alone and walk around the world with my sword."

"Can there be someone who cares about it?"

"There is...but it doesn't matter anymore."

"Follow me!"

"Um?"

Zhao Congjian stared at Zhou Xuanji with a suspicious look on his face, and Zhang Tianjian and his son were both stunned.

They suddenly thought of the Bei Xiao King Sword, and their expressions became strange.

The same is true for Xiao Jiangxue, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Zhou Xuanji stood up and said, "Follow me, I will teach you the supreme swordsmanship. One day, I will make you the number one swordsman in the Great Zhou!"

Zhao Congjian frowned, is this guy crazy?

He asked, "If I were the number one in the Great Zhou Dynasty, what about you?"

"I am the number one in the world." Zhou Xuanji replied naturally.

mad!
To be continued...