The demonic fox's face suddenly turned pale when he saw this person, and he barely said with great blessing: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Lu, little sister is polite!"

The Senior Brother Lu of the Sword Immortal Sect sneered: "The slutty fox from Ask the Love Valley dares to provoke me the Sword Immortal Sect?"

"Little sister dare not..." The evil fox hurriedly shook the peach blossom handkerchief in his hand. Feng Hui Xiaojian finally got out of trouble and flew back to Bei Long. Bei Long opened his mouth and swallowed Feng Hui Xiaojian into his dantian.

Bei Long didn't know why, when Feng Hui Xiaojian was locked by the demonic fox's face, he felt like a piece was missing. Now that Feng Hui Xiaojian was back, he finally felt his heart was fulfilled.

At the same time, he was confused. Senior Brother Lu didn't know what kind of person he was, but even Master Wenqing Valley had to be careful in front of Senior Brother Lu, but Senior Brother Lu didn't take Master Wenqing Valley seriously at all.

If you say that the Lord of the Valley of Love is definitely a beautiful beauty with a beautiful face, even if Bei Long glances at him, he will feel a little bit of respect, let alone her hot figure.

She is the kind of best woman who can make any man in desire with every move, smile and frown!

However, it is of no use.

Senior Brother Lu is like a walking iceberg, and his whole body exudes a chill that can freeze people!

The Lord of the Valley of Wenqing Valley was pale and explained in a low voice: "My little sister didn't know that this young man was from the Sword Immortal Sect. Fortunately, it was reckless for a while but it didn't cause a big mistake. Please ask Senior Brother Lu to spare my little sister..."

Seeing that the Lord of Wenqing Valley obediently released Feng Hui's little sword to Beilong, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was very sincere, Senior Brother Lu sneered: "Ximen Wangyue, this is the first time. If there is another next time, don't blame me for the ruthless flying sword!"

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother Lu has a lot, and I won't dare to do it anymore!" Ximen Wangyue, the master of Wenqing Valley, whispered and saluted to Senior Brother Lu again, and didn't dare to look at Bei Long, and escaped in shame.

After Ximen Wangyue escaped, Senior Brother Lu fell in front of Bei Long with his eyes as sharp as a sword and pierced Bei Long's eyes. Bei Long felt that he was as if he had been penetrated by two sharp swords, his body, his heart, and his soul, but he heard Senior Brother Lu say coldly: "You are not from the Sword Immortal Sect.

"Who are you?"

"Yes, I'm not from the Sword Immortal Sect." Bei Long admitted frankly that in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is vulnerable. The strength that Senior Brother Lu possesses is definitely the only one he has seen in his life. It is much more terrifying than Ximen Wangyue who just accepted his Fenghui Xiaojian. Instead of playing tricks with Senior Brother Lu, it is better for a gentleman to openly tell him about his chances of Fenghui Xiaojian.

"I just got the inheritance of a sword saint because of an accident." Bei Long told Senior Brother Lu about how he got the inheritance of the sword saint Pei Min. Of course, he made everything into an accident.

In fact, it is more likely to be believed by accidents. It would be too fake to say that Beilong was reborn and seized opportunities.

Senior Brother Lu always listened coldly, as if he only had this kind of expression.

After listening quietly to Beilong, Senior Brother Lu was silent for a moment and suddenly grabbed Beilong's big hand.

Bei Long was slightly stunned and forcibly restrained his desire to resist. He realized that Senior Brother Lu had no malice.

Next, Beilong experienced what it means to lightning. Even his "Traveling through the Sky" was beyond the reach of Senior Brother Lu. This was almost like an immortal flying into the clouds!

I don’t know how long it took to fly, but Bei Long was taken to a cave with bright lights as if it was daylight.

In the cave, it was like a temple offering statues of gods, offering in a staggered manner.

There is a spiritual card in front of each statue, and the name of the statue is written in ancient and beautiful small seal script.

And before the statue of the god, there was a large incense burner, three huge incenses that looked like cannons were burning.

Beilong subconsciously looked at everything here, and suddenly, his eyes fixed on one of the statues.

After a moment of stagnation, Bei Long couldn't help but kneel down on the ground and bowed deeply to the statue of the god:

"The sword on the waist is seven-star text, and the bow is carved on the arm is full of battles! When I saw that I captured the cunning enemy in the clouds, I realized that there was a general in the sky!

"Master, please accept a prayer from my disciple!"

When Bei Long dug out the sword saint Pei Min completely from the ice, Pei Min's facial features were lifelike, and it seemed to be carved out in the same mold as the statue of the god that Bei Long knelt on.

There is no doubt that this statue is the Tang Dynasty sword saint Pei Min who is worshipped!

Thinking back to the poem "Gived to General Pei" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, who was carved behind the stone statue, the last sentence "I first knew that there was a general in heaven", wouldn't it justify the truth that the sword saint Pei Min came from the sky?

No wonder Bei Long couldn't find out Pei Min's birth and death years anyway. It turned out that he did not belong to the human world at all...

Bei Long received Pei Min's inheritance, solemnly bowed to Pei Min's stone statue three times. He believed that he was Pei Min's successor and had a distinction between master and disciple, so he kowtowed to Pei Min's statue at this moment.

It was not until this time that the senior brother Lu looked at Bei Long that a soft look finally flashed through the eyes of a senior brother.

Three incense pieces were taken from the incense table next to it and handed them to Beilong. Senior Brother Lu said coldly: "Let the incense be burned to your master!"

Beilong took it with both hands, lit three incense sticks, bowed three times to Pei Min's statue, and inserted it respectfully into the incense burner.

"Since you have this opportunity," Senior Brother Lu said: "I will tell you your master's true identity."

Looking up at Pei Min's statue, Senior Brother Lu said in a low voice: "A long time ago, my Sword Immortal Sect was divided into two sects.

"One is the 'Chaoyang Sword Sect' and the other is the 'Taiyin Sword Sect'. There is no difference between Chaoyang and Taiyin, but there is only the difference between Yin and Yang.

"Yin and Yang compete with each other, sometimes yang is strong and yin is weak, and sometimes yin is strong and yang is weak. One thousand five hundred years ago, Pan Beixuan, the eight-sword sword master of our Chaoyang Sword Sect, and Murong Xue, the eight-sword sword master of the Taiyin Sword Sect, bet on the position of the Nine-sword Sword Sect of the Sword Immortal Sect.

"Pan Jianzhu narrowly won. Because the two of them had similar strengths, they accidentally injured Murong Xue. However, on the way back, the Taiyin Sword Sect was attacked by a powerful enemy. Murong Xue was killed on the spot, and the Taiyin Sword Sect suffered numerous casualties and injuries...

"Although Master Pan Jian led Chaoyang Sword Sect to rescue, it was one step too late... So Master Pan blamed everything on himself and gave up the position of the Nine Sword Sword Sect to others, and disappeared from now on...

"Pan Beixuan is your master's real name!
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