"What? Is Nangong back?"

Inside the stone gate, a slightly surprised and complicated sound came from the sound.

"Don't Uncle Master know?"

Taoist Master Qianhe was very confused.

"Uncle Shi has been closed for many years. If Nangong doesn't come to find Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi may not know."

"No wonder..." Taoist Master Qianhe finally understood why the demons of the Demon Sect had never alarmed him before entering the back mountain.

"If Qianhe had expected it was good, Master Nangong had indeed returned, and he had also understood the lost move of the Wanjian Guizong!"

"What?! But really? He really understood the lost move of Wanjian Guizong?"

The voice was filled with surprise, surprise, excitement!

A strong martial emperor who had lived for thousands of years would fluctuate his mood. It is conceivable how shocking this was.

"Yes, Qianhe felt the sword intent left by Wanjian Returning to the Sect on a stone wall in the back mountain..."

"Hurry up and take the uncle of the master to see..."

The stone door slowly opened and a thin old man walked out.

The old man was dressed in white, spotless, but his body was hunched, his skin was no longer shining, and his eyes were deeply sunken.

The blood and blood on his body have also declined to the extreme, and it looks like a dying person.

"Uncle Master!"

Seeing this, many senior executives in Qingyun were shocked.

Unexpectedly, the last years of the powerful Martial Emperor will grow old like ordinary people...

Is this still the almost invincible uncle in their eyes?

However, Dongfang Haoxuan was not powerful, and everyone's eyes were swept away, and he could already sense the place where the sword intent stone wall was.

The next moment, with the ripples in front of him, Dongfang Haoxuan's figure disappeared from the spot.

Many senior Qingyun officials were thrilled in their hearts, knowing that even if the Dongfang Haoxuan was approaching, they were still a powerful martial emperor, who was able to tear apart the space and used it to perfection.

“Huh…”

Dongfang Haoxuan's figure appeared in front of the sword intent stone wall. As soon as he appeared, he could feel the faint sword domain and the big characters on the stone wall.

"This is……"

Looking at the big words on the stone wall, Dongfang Haoxuan fell into deep thought.

He didn't know any of these things.

The figure in white also appeared in his mind.

Ten thousand swords turned into one sword and attacked him!

Dongfang Haoxuan had just one thought and smashed the sword move.

He shook his head slightly, a little disappointed.

This was not Nangong Mo's work.

This is more like a sword cultivator who has just practiced for a while but has a very talented and comprehension.

He could feel the process from awkwardness to proficiency in this move.

It is not unreasonable that Nangong Mo is known as the number one sword in the world.

This sword intent is very strong, but it is not Nangong Mo's sword intent.

Sword intent is also divided into types.

Different people have different insights, so the condensed sword intent is also different.

He and Nangong Mo are brothers and have also fought against each other.

Nangong Mo's sword intent was filled with an indomitable aura and a decisive attitude.

And he had a little familiarity in this sword intent.

There is a kind of bleakness, a kind of loneliness, and a little something else...

He can't feel it...

If we only discuss the solidity of the sword intent, it must be that Nangong Mo is more than several times stronger than that.

But the artistic conception of the sword intent is the sword intent on the stone wall in front of you, which is even better.

At this moment, Taoist Qianhe and others rushed here, looking at Dongfang Haoxuan with hope.

Dongfang Haoxuan carried his hands on his back and shook his head and said, "It's not your uncle Nangong. There is someone else in this sword intent."

After saying that, ripples flashed in front of him, and Dongfang Haoxuan's figure disappeared again.

Left behind Taoist Master Qianhe with a shocked face.

"What, it's not Nangong Master Nangong?!"

"Who could that be?!"

Everyone was puzzled. Could it be that there is such a stunning and stunning person in this world who has come here in the back mountain of Qingyun?

They decided to ask the previous question, and it would be their honor to know this Sword Emperor senior.

If they knew that the sword-intention stone wall was left by Lu Chen, whom they didn't want to take it to, I wonder what they would feel when they were left by Lu Chen, who was not willing to take it to his subordinates.

...

Lu Chen naturally didn't know some of the mental journeys he had left at will, what was known to everyone at the top of Qingyun.

At this moment, he had just sent Yi Chuandong away, thinking about how to find an opportunity to kill Nie Yongan silently.

He stayed in Qingyun, but he was not enduring humiliation and could be trampled on by others at will.

The thing that swallows anger is not his personality.

The word "revengeful" is very appropriate to describe him.

I used to be forbearing because he was not strong enough.

Now that he has the strength, if he still wants to be bullied, what's the use of him practicing for so many years?

Similarly, he was meticulous in his mind. How to take revenge without revealing flaws and not being discovered by the Qingyun Sect is what he was worried about.

If it is exposed, then it will be much more difficult for him to obtain Qingyun's Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao to comprehend.

If you cannot break through to the realm of Emperor Wu, you still don’t feel any sense of security after all.

Under Emperor Wu, everyone was a ants.

Since he has come to this world where the strong are respected, Lu Chen doesn't want to look up to others. He just wants to be the one that others look up to.

But at this moment, powerful auras rushed towards Lu Chen in the distance, which shocked Lu Chen.

Has it been discovered that he let Lin Xuewei go?

But he wasn't afraid, so what if he was discovered?

If he is really desperate, he will be the worst that he can leave Qingyun Sect. If he wants to leave, no one in Qingyun Sect can keep him.

He didn't believe that the world was so big that there was really no other way to break through to Emperor Wu!

But that would be too troublesome.

Coincidentally, Lu Chen is also a person who is afraid of trouble.

It was already bright at this moment, and the golden morning light fell on the bright column in front of the ancestor's ancestral hall.

A group of high-level Qingyun leaders led by Taoist Qianhe landed in front of the ancestor's ancestral hall.

Looking at the extremely clean ancestral hall of the ancestors, Taoist Qianhe and others were shocked.

He remembered that no one had been here in this ancestral hall for many years, right?

They have completely forgotten Lu Chen's existence.

With a creak, the wooden house opened and Lu Chen walked out.

"I have met the head teacher, and I have met the first ones!"

Lu Chen looked at the few people in surprise, then picked up the broom and walked to everyone and bowed and said.

Judging from the aura of these people, they are indeed far superior to the Martial Emperor, and at the lowest point they are also Martial Saint.

And the head of Qianhe is even more of the cultivation level of Emperor Wu.

The breath is in abyss, unfathomable.

These people joined forces, Lu Chen was sure that he had no chance of winning.

Similarly, Master Qianhe and others were also extremely surprised. Unexpectedly, there was still someone here, "Who are you?"

Lu Chen curled his lips unexpectedly, and did not take it seriously. He hoped that these people would never remember their existence.

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