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It is reported that when the soul of the Sword Pavilion ancestor returned to the Nine Heavens, four divine swords were left hanging on the starry sky at the top of Kunlun.

On the night when the star-picking star-gazing was confronted by countless years ago, the stars were falling in the night sky with stars like a curtain. Countless stars fell to the top of Kunlun, smashing the endless Kunlun divine veins into a pit.

Where the stars fell was the Tianchi Lake, which was covered with flowers.

Luo Changfeng asked about the internal conditions of Tianchi.

According to the old man who star-gazing said, after the stars fell in Tianchi that year, the star-picker, who had the unique cultivation of swordsmanship, invited the first-generation Jiangjia Shuzi Sect, to go deep into Tianchi and pile it up in Tianchi.

The meteorite in it is chiseled into a giant star-fallen tower standing upside down deep in the Kunlun divine vein.

Except for the Jiang family who participated in the construction of the stone tower, no one knew the height of the Starfall Tower standing upside down in the Kunlun divine vein.

The old man who is star-gazing also doesn't know.

I only know that as the stars fell from the four divine swords in Tianchi, they were hidden in the Starfall Tower in Tianchi like countless famous swords.

Chi Xiao, Tian Lan, Zhan Lu, Mo Ye... The Four Divine Swords were not included in the Tianji Pavilion's magic weapon list, but Luo Changfeng vaguely guessed that any divine sword hidden in the Tianchi Lake at the Xingyue Peak would not have the power.

Under Longyuan and Nanxian in the list of divine weapons.

Otherwise, the stargazers who have stepped on Kunlun again in a thousand years would not be so afraid!

It's just a little bit that Luo Changfeng is puzzled.

He couldn't figure out why the old man who starred in the star was using their hands to enter Tianchi to get the sword.

Isn’t it more direct to staying at the 72 peaks of Kunlun with his most powerful saint who is in the realm of divine attraction?

Luo Changfeng and his senior brother, who were suspicious, settled in Tianyong City at the foot of the 72nd Peak of Kunlun with the star-gazing old man who could not see it.

...

After the rain, the sky of the new city was extremely blue, and a colorful rainbow bridge quietly hung on the horizon in the direction of the city gate.

Under the Colorful Bridge, a monk wearing a red cassock and holding a golden lotus slowly entered the city.

A pair of straw sandals that have been stitched thousands of miles away.

A Buddha holding a cicada robe covered in dust.

A string of 110 Tantric rosary beads that visualize the Buddhas.

A lotus in the palm that achieves a golden body.

The monk was kind and kind, and under the colorful rainbow bridge, he looked like a great Buddha with a clear view of his true nature, full of sacred taste.

The monk is naturally not a real saint.

The monk did not even practice Zen or worship Buddha.

The monk once admitted that he entered Buddhism just a matter of one thought.

Therefore, the monk only has one thought of Buddha nature.

The name of the monk from the Western Broken Mirror is the Buddha who holds the golden lotus in the Buddha's sect.

...

In front of the gate of the "Wangjia Inn" in the south of Tianyong City, a young and handsome man with white hair and slender figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The man looked up slightly, his bright but sharp eyes staring at the four ordinary and ugly words on the wine flag in front of the inn, thinking that the word Wang family must be the stroked crow after being drunk. Except for the deep hidden

In addition to the faint sword intent under the tip of the wine-like brush, no one can see any uniqueness in the calligraphy of the Shuzi Sect like Mo Yan in Shitianxian Shengshushan.

The white-haired man in white did not stay in front of the door for a long time.

After a slight sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, he stepped into the Wang Family Inn.

He came to find someone.

Or to see someone.

A man who has never longed for Daming, but is well known to him.

The handsome and noble man looked for a secluded place and sat down.

The waiter, who is famous for his quick hands and feet in many inns in Tianyong City, saw this handsome man with a royal and noble character all over his body. He was secretly happy to think about the waiter who had come to his business and smiled, "This young man,"

Want something?"

The handsome man in white clothes and white hair did not speak.

With a scrutiny, he looked at the waiter in front of him who was about the same age as him.

What was lost was that he did not see anything unique from this waiter.

It is difficult to distinguish ordinary facial features in the crowd at a glance, and ordinary body that is neither tall nor short nor fat nor thin. There is no noble, no ruffian, and even less ordinary temperament.

He is really an ordinary person!

He even doubted whether the information he had heard was true.

He sighed softly in his heart.

Pointing to the opposite position, the handsome man in white clothes and white hair signaled to the waiter to sit down.

The waiter's eyes were a little confused.

He has never experienced such treatment since serving the inn for ten years.

His name is Wang Xiaoer.

Wang Family Inn is the only family property left by his father's life struggle, and it is also his goal to inherit and prosper in this life.

As the only heir to Wang Family Inn, even though he was only under his father, he never blindly felt self-superiority as the young master of the Wang Family.

Although this is his self-knowledge.

Wang Xiaoer, who adheres to the supremacy of customers, sat cautiously and unnaturally opposite the handsome man in white clothes and white hair.

The tablecloth in his hand was a little nervous and wiped his hands.

"What are the instructions for the young master?"

"I want to see something."

"Young Master was joking. What can I do in the inn that can attract the young master's precious eyes."

"Yes! The two-handled invisible sword cannot be seen, and the movement does not know what to touch, and the things pass through, and the sharpness is hidden but not revealed. The sword body reflects the moon and shows, now... it is indeed to see anything.

Not."

"The waiter can't understand what the young master said."

"Then I'll explain it more clearly." The handsome man in white clothes and white hair looked at Wang Xiaoer and smiled.

"The world only knows that under the seat of the head of Jiange, Mr. Zhaixing, there is a disciple named Mu Yun Jiancheng who is famous all over the world who practices the king's sword, but he does not know that a senior brother of the Tibetan Sword Sect who is rarely known in Jianyin Peak of Kunlun Mountain.

This senior brother is extremely ordinary. Not only is his appearance ordinary, but his sword cultivation is also extremely ordinary. So far, since the disciples of Jiange competed swords countless times so far, he has never won.

But the most strange thing is that this senior brother of the Zangjian Sect who has never won the victory has never failed. Even if he competed with the four-sect gold, silver, copper and iron order master of the Jiange gate, and even Muyun Jiancheng who holds the king's sword, he has never had any sword.

Losing results.

He gathers his body and hides his wisdom. When he encounters weak, he becomes weak, and when he encounters strong, he becomes stronger.

His name is Wang Xiaoer.

He is a well-deserved sword genius among the juniors of Jiange! He is a sword genius who competes with Wang Daojian!

In Kunlun Jianyin Peak, disciples of the Cangjian Sect prefer to call him Senior Brother Xiao Wang affectionately.

You said this person would be in this Wang Family Inn?"

His fingers were hitting the table like raindrops, and the handsome man in white clothes and white hair had a sharpness hidden in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoer was slightly stunned.

In the Qingmei season, Kunlun is washing his sword, and the recent Tianyong City is indeed much more lively than before.

The number of practitioners who come and go to the inn to stay and rest has increased, which is something that is worthy of happiness for him.

But now, he can't be happy.

Wang Xiaoer's sitting posture was a little stiff.

I don't know if it was because of the identity being exposed or something else, but in short, he sat at the table without moving.

The young and handsome man in white clothes and white hair stood up with a smile, and left the inn with his slender hands.

"My name is Di Wulei. I hope to see your Yingyue that day!"

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