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"Are you willing to come back?"

In the living room of the negative sword facade, He Jingchi turned his back to the two of them, with his hands behind his back. His disciples followed closely behind him, standing on both sides, with different expressions on their faces.

He Qin, with a solemn face and head held high stubbornly, looked at her father standing in front of the main seat without saying a word.

Le Xingye scratched his head in embarrassment. Hearing a "hum" from He Jingchi above him, he subconsciously shrank his neck, and then put his hands on his hips with some annoyance, as if he wanted to hold his head high like He Qin.

However, within a few seconds, he let out a sigh of relief and whispered in a low voice that could be heard by the entire hall:

"What~ We finally came back, and as soon as we came back, you came to scare us. Such a sect leader is so boring. One day, he will definitely win over the disciples and overthrow you, the bastard."

He Jingchi, who was facing away from the two of them, moved his body slightly, then stood up straighter.

The few direct disciples below all snickered, and the outer disciples who came over early also looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Seeing laughter coming and going, He Jingchi, who had his back to everyone, coughed heavily. After the people behind him stopped making any sound, he turned around and flicked his clothes:

"I think you two are just messing around. Where is Shanhe Pass? You study the core of demon warriors in a place like that. You have been there for three years, and you have never thought of coming back to see it. You~ you——

snort!"

He sat down angrily, Le Xingye and He Qin looked at each other, looking at each other.

Judging from He Jingchi's tone, it was not that he was angry, but rather that he seemed dissatisfied that the two of them had been wandering outside for three years without even saying hello.

He Qin was not stupid, and he heard that his father did not blame him.

But the temper he had developed over the years of confrontation with his father made it impossible for him to lower his face and express his feelings to his father. Instead, after holding it in for a few seconds, he groaned and said:

"We are here to eliminate the evil of half-demon, not just for fun."

Le Xingye slapped his head in pain, it has been three years, and He Qin's awkward temper cannot be reversed.

He can tell himself his concerns in private, but he is unwilling to communicate with his father. This guy is really a arrogant person, and sooner or later he will be in bad luck because of his personality.

Le Xingye knew the two fathers and sons very well. Both of them had stubborn tempers, strong egos, and were easily provoked. He Qin's retort would definitely make He Jingchi Fu'an furious. He waved his hands to everyone, and others

The disciples also gave him face and exited the hall with smiles on their faces one by one.

Before everyone could walk out, He Jingchi shouted angrily from the hall:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Le Xingye slammed the door hard and spread his hands helplessly towards the few disciples he had only seen at the terminal:

"Okay, don't worry about those two father and son. Occasionally quarreling can also help the two of them enhance their relationship. Let's go for a walk. I'll find a place. I've prepared some interesting things for you. Everyone has a share. Give the things to you first.

separated."

Someone among the disciples suddenly exclaimed, and a group of people gathered around him.

Third senior sister An Qingxue, who had not squeezed in, had an unconcealable smile on her face, raised her brows slightly, and said to the senior brothers and sisters beside her:

"It's been a long time since I've seen the mountain gate be so lively. The Negative Sword Gate is in the middle of the crater. Only our area has a lot of people. On weekdays, everyone practices their own way and rarely gets together. This noisy scene makes me happy.

I’m a little bit unaccustomed to it.”

Seventh Son Lao Wu Tiezheng emerged from the crowd. He happened to hear An Qingxue's words and turned around and shouted back:

"I can't break through all day long, and I'm trapped in the training ground without getting out. I asked you to accompany me to roll iron, but I can't find anyone. They are all like autistic children. It's so quiet in the mountain gate. Isn't it your problem?

?”

The field suddenly became quiet, and a pair of eyes with fierce light stared at Tie Zhengxin. Tie Zhengxin simply took out a metal helmet from the space equipment and put it on his head:

"Okay, until you want to take action, as long as you don't hit me in the face, everything will be fine."

The metal helmet wrapped his head tightly, and even his sight was greatly blocked. It seemed that he had practiced his teeth well during this period, so much so that the brothers couldn't help but want to kiss his face.

Draw a few more circles on it.

It's just that he didn't notice anyone else's move for a long time. Instead, he heard a gentle knock on the back of his head. Well, to be precise, it should be on the helmet behind his head.

He turned around, as if he wanted to make a "yes" gesture, and then started to be beaten, but he saw Le Xingye standing behind him looking at him with a half-smile, with a slightly amused expression.

The words he wanted to say were blocked in his mouth, and he could only utter an embarrassing goose call. Only then did he realize that the disciples who had just wrapped Le Xingye so tightly were standing neatly on both sides.

He looked like he couldn't see or hear, and he was so angry that he was incompetent and furious.

But he still suppressed his temper, lowered his head slightly and gestured towards Le Xingye: "Uncle, long time no see."

"Hmm~" Le Xingye responded with a perfunctory expression, then looked Tie Zhengxin up and down, and finally said suddenly,

"Speaking of which, after your senior brothers have made breakthroughs in the past few years, it has been a long time since you have competed with these lovely junior brothers and sisters. I will ask him to test you later to see if you have been lazy over the years. Be honest.

As for you, just reluctantly be the first one!"

The corner of Tie Zhengxin's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say no, but his face tightened because of Le Xingye's increasingly playful expression, and he whispered: "Okay!"

Le Xingye nodded happily, the boy is teachable, and he deserves to be taught by himself.

You know, He Qin is now a demigod. Although his profound skills have been transformed into demigod-level power, his knowledge is still there and his abilities are there. His disciples have been studying He Jingchi's kendo inheritance over the years.

Time is so tight that it is difficult for them to come into contact with other kendos who are walking on different paths.

As their senior brother, he would at least be more attentive when teaching them their own swordsmanship.

After all, there is no idea on the Source Star that those who have inherited the sword will be overtaken by others. Having a fellow traveler or even a pioneer is a good thing, both for the creator and the user of the sword.

Of course, as Tie Zhengxin, who was named by Le Xingye, I am afraid that he will really be beaten with a lot of punches.

"Calculating the time, it should be almost time." Le Xingye turned to look at the reception hall. He Qin pushed open the door that Le Xingye was looking at, and slammed it against the wall with some force.

I saw him walking out angrily. Seeing his junior brothers and sisters outside, he reluctantly showed a smile:

"What are you doing here? Go and practice your sword. Let me show you how good you are now."