"The disciples have nothing to ask, only that Master Master can promise the disciple to allow the disciple to go to the Zhenjian Tower to sharpen the sword. Life or death depends on the fate!" Fang Ping once again grabbed the ground with his head, and then confronted the old man. Said aloud.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fang Ping's forehead banged, his face was full of pleading, and his breath became wilted.

"Fine, since you insist on going to die, then being a teacher won't stop you!" The old man finally sighed helplessly, then flung his sleeves and said coldly.

"Thank you, Master, for your forgiveness!" Fang Ping once again slammed his head at the old man, and then said respectfully, but with a faint smile on his mouth.

"Go, you should be clear about the location of the Zhenjian Tower, the old man will not lead you." The old man sighed deeply, and then said with a sad expression on his face, feeling a little sad in his heart.

When the apprentice grows older, he really can't manage it by himself.

Forget it, he can go to me wherever he likes, and he doesn't need to intervene.

"Master, the disciple retire!" Fang Ping's body slowly climbed up from the ground, he smiled slightly at where the old man was, and then slowly said something.

"Stop the ink, get out! Really, it's annoying to see you kid, don't come back to hinder the eyes of the old man!" The old man glared at Fang Ping directly, and then said angrily.

This kid is really getting more and more annoying now, every time I see him, there is nothing good.

"Master, my disciple retire." After Fang Ping finished speaking, he turned around and left. Although he felt reluctant to give up, he still bit the bullet and left here.

"Hurry up!"

The old man saw that Fang Ping was still such a mother-in-law, his heart was very speechless, and then he appeared in front of Fang Ping and kicked his **** fiercely.

Fang Ping didn't evade the old man's flying kick, or he didn't even think about evading, so he was kicked sturdy.

"Boom!"

Fang Ping's entire body turned directly into a stream of light, and then rose up into the sky in an instant, and quickly disappeared where he was kicked by the kick.

"Hmph, I don't know who you learned from, or how to be like a mother-in-law." The old man sighed softly, then said to himself, eyes full of helplessness.

After saying these words, the old man immediately prepared to turn around and leave, but for some reason, he seemed to have remembered something, he couldn't help but sighed slightly and looked in the direction Fang Ping was going.

"I don't know if this kid will do it, but don't go there to shame the old man." A worrisome color flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said aloud to himself.

After saying these words, the old man was stunned. He didn't move, as if he was completely stupid.

A gust of breeze blew slowly, and a drop of very turbid liquid slowly dripped from the corner of the old man's eyes, and finally dripped onto the ground, and gradually merged into the soil.

"Oh, it's useless when people are old, they really can't stand the wind at all." The old man wiped the corner of his eyes, and then slowly said aloud, his eyes full of helplessness and sadness.

Afterwards, the old man turned his body and walked towards the canyon behind him.

The old man at the moment, his back looks even older, without the slightest edge at all.

If the people of the Great Desolate Sword Sect saw this scene in front of them, they would definitely be shocked and their eyes would fall.

Is this still their lord? The Great Desolate Sword Master who used to shake the world?

At this moment, he seemed to be no different from an ordinary old man in the world, and he seemed to be older.

When the old man returned to the Great Desolate Sword Sect, there were already many disciples waiting for him there, and their faces were full of respect, and they all looked at the staggering old man in front of them.

"I'll wait to see the Sword Master!"

All the powerhouses in the Great Desolate Sword Sect all knelt to the ground respectfully, and then spoke to the old man, his eyes full of reverence.

"Get up all." The old man picked up a chair casually, sat down on it, and then said with a calm expression on his face, his expression unchanged.

"Yes, Sword Master!" After everyone heard the old man's words, they hurriedly stood up and said respectfully.

"Sword Master, Fang Jianxian has been out to ask the sword for so long, hasn't he come back yet?" After a middle-aged man hesitated for a while, he asked carefully.

"Sword Master, your old deadline is approaching. If Fang Jianxian can't be found again, who should inherit the position of Master Sword Master?" After hesitating for a while, a middle-aged man walked forward cautiously. , Asked the old man aloud, his expression was very nervous.

"Great Desolate Sword Sect, you can't live without the Sword Master!" The others also kept saying, one after another like flies, buzzing in the ears of the old man.

"Shut up all to me!"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said with a cold snort, a terrifying coercion suddenly erupted from his body.

When the people present saw the old man getting angry, they all fell silent, and stopped their voices one after another, and never dared to speak any more, for fear of completely angering the old man.

Although the old man has run out of time now, his former majesty is still there. Everyone dare not really offend him for fear of being slapped to death by the old man.

Many older people living in the Great Desolate Sword Sect will never forget how their current sword master sat in this position.

With only one person and one sword, he completely overwhelmed the Great Desolate Sword Sect. All those who had opinions on him were beheaded by him with one sword, and no one had even seen him use a second sword.

It was a very shocking sight. Even now, when everyone thinks of it occasionally, they can't help but tremble.

It was a nightmare for many of them, who had awakened them in the midnight countless times.

"Fang Ping has already been assigned a task by the old man. He will not return to the sect in a short time. As long as you don't tell the truth about this matter, how can other people know about it?" The old man Weiwei He narrowed his eyes, and then said aloud very aggressively.

Everyone said nothing, they lowered their heads, and their hearts were very nervous and uneasy.

"As for the Sacred Land Competition in a few months, the big deal is that our Great Desolate Sword Sect abstains. Don't worry, as long as the old man is still in this world, the Great Desolate Sword Sect will never decline." The old man slowly closed his eyes, and then Shen Sheng said something.