The swordsman of the novice who accommodates hundreds of people suddenly became silent.

Not to mention the trial beginners present, even those experienced staff members have never seen one. A first-level swordsman of level 0, with the novice iron sword, cut off the intermediate metal sword and his arm in the hands of the qualified certified personnel with one sword.

Shaoer threw down his sword, squeezed away the crowd, rushed to Lu Xuan, and said with concern, "Lu, what's wrong? Will he die?"

"Don't worry, the death of this world is just that he cannot log in to this virtual network again within three months. His real body will not be damaged." Lu Xuan calmly lowered the iron sword he had been holding down slowly.

The white staff member who was removed from his entire arm by Lu Xuan's sword was half lying on the ground with pale faces, and blood was still gushing like a spring on his broken arm. While he struggled to climb back, he said, "You must cheat~~cheat!"

A group of glaring staff surrounded from all directions. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie walking in the front seemed to be a supervisor-level staff member. He roared loudly at Lu Xuan, "The cheating people get out of the gun tomb. We don't welcome cheating people."

"I didn't cheat." Lu Xuan said lightly.

"Cheating hurts people, and you dare to argue. You Chinese like to cheat the most." The white middle-aged man shouted with a ferocious face.

If it were to be another place, Lu Xuan would have given him no chance to make a sound, but this was not another place, it was a gun tomb! It was a "world" created by the descendants of Lu Xuan's disciples according to his design, and he did not want to cause trouble to the descendants of his disciples.

"You can query the main brain who has been monitoring this network to know if I have cheated. Before that, don't make a conclusion." Lu Xuan said coldly.

"No need to check it, let me tell you that your permission to enter this virtual community has been cancelled. Get out of the gun grave. You are not welcome here."

"You bitch, why should you make this decision to my friend before you find out?" Saul raised his fist and was about to beat someone, but received a system prompt: The Gun Tomb prohibits any attacks other than sword weapons.

"Stop talking nonsense, you nigger is the same. Get out of here immediately. Say it again, this world does not welcome Chinese people who like to cheat."

"Mr. Brown, don't forget that this world was founded by us Chinese." An old lady in Oriental with kind eyes and elegant temperament slowly walked in from the entrance with the support of a black-haired girl who was only fourteen or five years old.

"Chairman."

"Hello chairman."

All the staff bowed to the old woman together.

"And this world was created by my grandfather to commemorate a Chinese, so I will never allow anyone to slander us Chinese here." The kind-eyed old woman suddenly raised her voice, and her majestic charming voice, "Mr. Brown, you have been fired."

The middle-aged white man said angrily, "If you don't do it, don't do it. There is nothing to do in this world that may be closed at any time? I've long wanted to leave."

When the old woman Dongfang heard his words, her face suddenly became very ugly.

"Grandma, the gun tomb will not be closed. Really, I won't lie to you." The black-haired girl was very obedient and supported the old woman.

The old woman squeezed a reluctant smile on her face and walked slowly towards Lu Xuan.

"Sir, we have confirmed to the master's brain that you have not cheated and what happened just now. I am very sorry and hope you can get your understanding."

"It's okay." Lu Xuan shook his head, and he was secretly amazed in his heart. It looked so similar. This old lady Dongfang was almost exactly the same as his only apprentice Feng Jie in his previous life.

Two hundred years passed in a blink of an eye, and the granddaughter of his apprentice was already like this. Lu Xuan couldn't help feeling a little. Although he had only lived for twenty years, he still left memories worth cherishing.

Almost all the memories are about Feng Jie, a disciple who knelt for three days and followed him for three years. He is really a trustworthy disciple.

"Master, what are you drawing?"

"Design drawing, a design drawing of the world I want to create."

"The master has to go out to fight with someone every day, so how can he have time to create his own world?"

"Well, anyway, I will do it myself."

"That's best, but if the master doesn't complete it himself, I will definitely complete it for the master, because the master's dream is my dream."

"this……"

"Then master, we're done."

"This gentleman..." The old woman Dongfang's voice made Lu Xuan withdraw from her memories.

"I'm really fine." Lu Xuan answered quickly.

"First of all, thank you for your understanding." The old woman in Dongfang showed a embarrassed expression, "However, since you hurt our staff in the qualification argument, we must also deal with it accordingly."

"you say."

"First, our athletic room can no longer be open to you, so your title and level can only be stopped at the initial level 0 primary swordsman." The well-behaved black-haired girl acted as a spokesperson. "First, you can only keep your novice iron sword, but you can't get any other weapons."

"Damn, Xiao Xuan, they directly make you a tourist and cannot enter the competitive room. In addition to the competitive room, except for those with the title of Sword Saint, who can attack, the weapons of others can only be decorations, unless the entire gun tomb is in a state of emergency." The general complained very unhappily.

Lu Xuan didn't say much, just nodded at the black-haired girl, "Okay."

"Young man, I'm really sorry. Because of the unhappiness before, the only hotel in the Gun Tomb will be open to you and your companions for free. I wish you a happy time." The old woman in Dongfang slowly left with an apology smile on her face, supported by the black-haired girl.

"Lu, you can't practice swords anymore, so what are we going to do next?" Shaoer looked at Lu Xuan anxiously.

"Well, you keep practicing swords, I'll go around this island." Lu Xuan held the novice iron sword on his back.

"Lu, I've seen it all. Apart from the architecture, there's nothing good to look at here."

“Some, memories.”

In the Comprehensive Affairs Office next to the Novice Sword Field.

"Grandma, let's leave the gun grave, those people are waiting to negotiate with you." The black-haired girl whispered.

The old woman in the East did not speak, but just stared silently at a photo on the snow-white wall. It was a photo of an old man who smiled kindly.

"Grandpa, I, Feng Yingci, swear to you that no matter what, I will definitely guard the tomb of the gun, guard the world of the ancestor, and never let it be turned off, even if... even if I pay the price of my life." The old woman in Dongfang looked determined.

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Dabing will go to another place tomorrow and will not come back on Sunday night. I guess there is no way to write during this period. For the sake of Sunday update, Dabing will also have to code another chapter if he doesn't sleep. The next chapter should be considered a small climax. Everyone, look forward to it with Dabing.
Chapter completed!