The man in black robe used his sword and cut through the dark passage with two "cracks". He had no choice but to cover his forehead: "Master, what are you doing?"

"Little Yan is back, you are here just in time. Look at your apprentice, a man and a woman, perfect match!" The strange-shaped smoke ball in the passage suddenly turned into a young man wearing a crane cloak and holding a purple gold gourd in his hand.

I saw his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, his expression was distant, his hair was covered with loose shoulders, free and unrestrained, his voice was cold, like an echo of the empty valley, and the orchid fragrance was ethereal. It seemed that he was the white crane on his clothes, and his waist was noble and leisurely, and his waist was free and windless. His posture of an exiled immortal was desirable.

Unfortunately, what he said immediately pulled the person down the clouds. He looked at the man in the black robe to treat the two, and kept chattering: "Well, you are my disciples, both of them are the True Lord of the Yuanying, but you don't even have one. I'm embarrassed. Look at your brother, there are only six True Masters, and I heard that the seventh one will be recruited soon..."

"Every time we have a party, others will ask, 'Hey, Huayang, how many disciples do you have, how many disciples do you have?''Oh, there is only one disciple. I tell you that xx has recruited another good seedling, and the Taoist couple of xx has given birth to a few more children, so your disciple must be hurried.' And so on, my Taoist Lord has lost all my face, hum." He learned it vividly and expressed the gossip of those people to the fullest.

"Ahem, Master, pay attention to your image and put away the smoke ghost. That thing uses any means to attract evil thoughts. Although it has half the soul of Master, it is less useless to evil demons and heretics." Yan Hui Zhenjun had a serious face. He should be glad that he was not urged to find a Taoist partner.

When Huayang heard him talking about his image, he immediately put away the purple gold gourd, took out an elegant bamboo flute, and said coldly: "I don't object to your sword cultivation here, but there must be a few close friends to accompany me. I will have to overcome the tribulation in a while. Since you don't want the seedlings of the big world, these two have fate in another world, and it is difficult to have some details in Taixuan. Even if you accept it as a registered disciple, you have to take it away."

"Master, I..." Yan Hui Zhenjun still wanted to refuse. He was not the master's material, and he didn't have enough energy to cultivate swords. How could he take care of his disciples with all his heart? Isn't this misleading his children?

At this time, he suddenly saw half of the jade ring exposed between Sang Jue's neck. He felt a little scared and hurriedly covered up, "This one is destined to be with me, I will accept her as a disciple. As for whom he is a disciple in the cabinet, let's put it as a registered name first."

"Huh?" Huayang Daojun's eyes showed a gossip. His apprentice stared at him and pretended to be indifferent. He turned around and turned the flute in a cool way, "Since that's the case, I'm relieved."

He was about to leave after he said that, Yan Hui dragged two unconscious juniors and said to his back: "Don't use smoke ghosts anymore. Using it to seduce people's hearts will also hurt you, there is no need."

Huayang Daojun held the flute and waved his hand back: "Don't worry, the old monster in the tribulation period, I'm embarrassed to blame it, I can save it."

The geese drew his sword and walked up to the wind. When he left the bottom of the cliff, there was no trace of his master. He had a tense face, not knowing whether to give blessings or worry about his master.

After a long time, he decided not to worry about what kind of person his master was, and he was embarrassed to be unlucky for thousands of years. Now, he looked down at his hands and grabbed his two disciples. The younger generation was the existence he could care about.

No one would think that this was the sect of the demon cultivator after seeing the appearance of Xuan Jiange, because it was so powerful that the sword aura that soared into the sky was firm and upright, and all evil demons would involuntarily retreat when they saw it.

Tens of thousands of immortal swords were suspended upside down on the Hanging Sword Pavilion. In the buzzing and vibration, the infinite Vajra aura roared and turned into a huge monster, with all the scales invincible, and no one could stop the sharp claws.

In just fifty years, dozens of Jindan real people were trained in the pavilion, among which three sword kings who cultivated sword pills were all followed by the mysterious pavilion master. The disciples in the pavilion acted arrogantly and perversely, cruelly, but did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. They were a dark horse that was killed in the small world of Zhen, and no one wanted to offend them.

On the quaint Jian Pavilion, the giant sword on the top of the attic corresponds to the sharp sword hanging above. The white rainbow flows down from the top, forming a killing sword formation that integrates attack and defense.

"Master, is this?" Jian Tong asked in surprise as he looked at the master holding a person onto the rooftop with one hand.

Yan Hui Zhenjun handed He Shuo to the boy: "This is my registered disciple, please take good care of him."

The boy took the order and looked at his other hand curiously.

"This is my eldest disciple. You go down first and let him wake up to see me."

"Yes." The boy stood up, and the halo flashed and turned into a red sword, leading He Shuo to the lower level.

At this time, only Yan Hui Zhenjun and Sang Jue were left behind on the top floor.

Yan Hui Zhenjun carried the man to the giant sword, and pointed his fingers and drew a seven-star formation on the sword body. A ripples appeared in front of him, and he led the man into it, returning to its original state in the air.

In the door cave is another hanging sword pavilion, with only three floors. This is the cave of Yanhui. The three words "Yanhui Tower" are hung on the pavilion, with golden hooks and silver strokes, which are the names he wrote with his sword.

"Since you're awake, then go in with me." Yan Hui stood with her hands behind her back and put Sang Jue aside. Her voice was cold and her face was solemn, just like the old master in school.

Sang Jue was so moved that anyone who saw such a reliable existence as soon as he escaped from a lunatic would feel that God would not deceive me.

"Thank you for saving me, then, have you ever seen a very fat bird?" Sang Jue was a little worried when he didn't see Doudou. Although Doudou was stupid, he was a good partner.

"You mean that monster? It should be picked up by the disciples in the cabinet and fed." Yan turned around and looked straight at her with firm eyes, "Why do you have Jiuji Jasper on you?"

"Jiuji Jade?" Sang Jue knew when he thought about it that he was talking about half of the jade ring on his neck. He couldn't help but reach out and grab the collar and hesitated, "It has something to do with you?"

"I just know this kind of magic weapon." Yan Hui frowned, "Answer my question."

How can I practice swords with such a mind and nature! However, her physique has to follow the path of sword cultivation.

Sang Jue plucked up the courage: "This is my token of my own father. If you know, please tell me who that person is?"

"..." Yan Huiben was still suspicious, and he couldn't help but be shocked at this time. It was real. But why is it good? He is still in seclusion anyway, wait.

Seeing his appearance, Sang Jue understood that he must have known something, but it was hard to say it out. Thinking about it again, this jade Jue was actually a magic weapon, so her mother's affairs shouldn't be that simple at the beginning.

Fortunately, her mother felt guilty for so long, and it was shameful that a dignified immortal cultivator actually did such an irresponsible afterwards.

"I just want to see what he looks like, and by the way, I'm sorry to him." Sang Jue said Liangliang.

Yan Hui said in his heart: "How much does it mean to say sorry?" He thought about it carefully and was extremely troublesome. He would rather not worry about it. Then he would give him a direction.

He was still cold and solemn: "Since that's the case, don't ask. You are not qualified to see him yet. I will tell you when the time comes."
Chapter completed!