"Come on!"

With Bawang's soft drink, the treacherous old man came in quickly.

"My lord!" The treacherous old man stroked his slightly raised mustache and said with a smile.

"Did you feel it just now?"

"Yes my lord! It's amazing and...delicious!"

The treacherous old man cupped his hands again and raised a flattering smile, smiling very happily.

"Well, yes, it is indeed delicious!"

The Overlord stroked his rough beard, and with a flick of his big hand, a table of flesh and blood exploded in an instant, turning into blood mist and floating in the air.

"Feeling that kind of deliciousness, I feel disgusted when I look at this kind of defective product!"

The treacherous old man on the side looked indifferent, and his eyes rolled in silence for a while.

"My lord, why don't you send a message to Badaomen and Tianqiong Twelve Swords League?"

"Oh?"

"Isn't this the prince's 380th birthday soon?

Such a big event requires them to prepare! "

The treacherous old man smiled insidiously, he squinted his eyes and laughed into cracks.

…

At the same time, Badaomen—

Badaomen is located in Luoxia Mountain.

On the top of Luoxia Mountain, there are densely packed buildings with relatively rough styles.

In the main hall of the Badao Sect, Cao Shouxin, the master of the Badao Sect, frowned and looked at the scenery outside the hall.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, he stood in the hall as if he wanted to look somewhere through the clouds and mist.

"Such astonishing vitality... Could it be..."

He frowned and paced back and forth in the hall with a dignified expression.

"Master, this qi and blood...could it be..."

There was a middle-aged man standing beside him. He looked suspiciously at the outside of the hall, and then looked at his sect master full of doubts.

"Someone took that step!"

Cao Shouxin frowned and said in a low voice. He held his chin with one hand, his eyes were deep and his face was a little uncomfortable.

"Sect master! Since someone has set foot on that road... isn't this a good thing for us warriors?"

The man who stood by followed Cao Shouxin, the master of the Badaomen, and seemed to know a lot of secrets. Because of this, he was even more puzzled.

"Hmph! What a fart!"

Cao Shouxin gave the middle-aged man a blank look and cursed directly.

"Uh... this is..."

It's embarrassing to be scolded as a middle-aged person, but more people still don't understand.

"It's a big trouble!" Cao Shouxin looked gloomy, looking out of the hall, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

"trouble?"

"Things without brains! You and I can feel the power of this energy and blood. Are you blind in the prefecture?"

Cao Shouxin was even more displeased, frowning absent-mindedly, and didn't even have time to talk to the middle-aged man next to him.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man also became a little dignified.

The two of them were not worried about the person whose qi and blood erupted, but worried about themselves, and worried about this Tyrannical Sword Sect.

At the same moment, the Twelve Swords Alliance in the Vault of Heaven—

Dome Peak!

The location of the Zongmen of the Twelve Swords Alliance in the Sky is different from that of the Badaomen and ordinary Jianghu forces.

The Tianqiong Twelve Swords Alliance has no vassal forces, and is itself composed of twelve kendo sects.

After Lu Yixin of the Twelve Swords League stepped into the realm of the master, the originally scattered Twelve Swords League of Heaven was unified.

"Sovereign! Just now..."

At this time, it was in a relatively secluded small courtyard inside the Zongmen of the Twelve Swords Alliance on the top of the mountain.

The sun shone down on the courtyard and shone on the side face of a refined middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is sitting on the stone pier next to him at this time, facing a piece of rice paper spread on the stone table, holding a pen in one hand and grinding ink in the other, he is very immersed in it.

He ignored the old man in white robe next to him.

Seeing that the elegant middle-aged man ignored him, the white-robed and white-bearded old man was a little embarrassed and said softly again: "The suzerain... this... just had..."

"do not speak!"

Without even looking back, the elegant middle-aged man was wearing a plain gray robe, and he walked around the dragon with a pen on the rice paper.

What is painted is not the scene outside the courtyard, nor the things next to it, but a sword!

The painting is a very mediocre sword. This sword is like a sword made by an ordinary blacksmith, without any color or decoration.

It took a full three incense sticks before the elegant gray-robed middle-aged man put down his brush and ink, and blew on the slightly damp drawing paper.

Only then did he turn around leisurely, with a look of calm in his eyes.

"The qi and blood soaring to the sky show their sharpness, this is a good thing and a bad thing!"

In plain words, there seems to be no emotion at all. The elegant gray-robed middle-aged man looks mediocre, just like the mediocre sword he drew.

But he is the type that gets better and better the more you look at it, and the same is true of his paintings.

The sword on the picture scroll is also very strange, and the white robe and white beard next to him looked at the sword.

At first glance, it seems to be mediocre without any brilliant colors.

But when he looked closely, he felt his eyes stinging, and couldn't help but look away.

"Sovereign, I'm afraid that if this happens, our Bazhou will make waves again."

"yes!"

——

The elegant middle-aged man in the gray robe is none other than Lu Yixin, the suzerain of the Twelve Swords Alliance in the Sky!

The reason why he has the title is because he has only made one sword since his debut.

Only some old Jianghu in Bazhou Jianghu know about this matter.

That's because fifty years ago, the Tianqiong Twelve Swords League was just established.

Lu Yixin blocked the sword of Jiang He, the old master of the Canglang Gang, with a sword of refining pulse.

Lu Yixin didn't look like he was middle-aged, but in fact he was nearly a hundred years old.

He started practicing swords at the age of thirty, stepped into the pulse refining realm at the age of forty, and entered the sixth rank at the age of fifty.

Belonging to the very obvious late bloomers.

And in fact, what many people don't know is that Lu Yixin has stepped into the realm of a master in just one year after blocking Fu Jianghe's knife.

It wasn't until Cao Shouxin, the master of the Badaomen, stepped into the grandmaster and prepared to coerce the Tianqiong Twelve Swords League with a domineering attitude, that Lu Yixin had no choice but to break the news of stepping into the realm of the grandmaster.

"Sovereign, but you have to prepare, there might be some action at the palace."

The old man in white robe and white beard looked at his master with respect and reverence on his face.

He had never seen his suzerain make a sword after stepping into the realm of a master.

I have never even seen the sword of my suzerain.

I just saw that my suzerain painted an ordinary sword every day~lightnovelpub.net~ It seemed that the sword in the painting was the sword that the suzerain never showed to outsiders.

But even so, he still feels that the strength of his suzerain is unfathomable!

"The suzerain is already in the realm of a great master, right?"

The old man in white robe and white beard looked at his suzerain secretly speculating in his heart.

"Not urgent!"

Lu Yixin looked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back and his eyes were calm.

"Not urgent?"

The old man with white beard and white robe was puzzled and wanted to ask what he meant.

At this moment, Lu Yixin spoke leisurely again.

"My sword is almost...until I can't kill that person, I won't use my sword!"

This inexplicable sentence once again made the old man confused.

Kill that person?

Kill who?

Cao Shouxin, the master of Badaomen?

The old man didn't know what his suzerain was thinking, and often he didn't even know what his suzerain was thinking every day.

I only know that my suzerain is a very patient and calm person.

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