Ji Tianxing didn't expect Feng Ping to be so direct.

The two had never met before, and as soon as they met, Feng Ping was about to watch the Heaven Burying Sword.

This request is obviously a bit abrupt.

Ji Tianxing frowned, and said in a calm tone: "Four elders, I understand what you mean, you want to confirm whether I got the real Heaven Burial Sword.

However, the Heaven Burial Sword is the sword of the Sword God and has disappeared for thousands of years.

With all due respect, even if I show you the Sky Burial Sword, how can you tell the truth?

What is the difference between looking and not looking? "

Feng Ping's request was rejected, but he didn't get angry, and he still maintained a cheerful attitude.

He smiled and explained sincerely: "Master Ji, the old man sent by Daxian is here for a reason.

More than a thousand years ago, Shizu sat in Tianzhu Mountain and challenged all martial sages in the world.

At that time, there were not many people following Shizu, only Daxian and a few Shishu.

Fortunately, the old man was also on Tianzhu Mountain back then.

Although, at that time, the old man was just a teenage Dao boy who helped Daxian look after the alchemy furnace.

However, God favors him. The old man has seen Master Patriarch many times, and he has also seen Heaven Burying Sword several times. "

"Oh?" Hearing Feng Ping's answer, Ji Tianxing raised his eyebrows, and asked with interest, "Dare to ask the Fourth Elder Guigeng?"

"Five hundred and fifty-eight years old." Feng Ping replied without hesitation.

Ji Tianxing frowned slightly, thought for a while, and found that the facts basically matched.

However, to be on the safe side, he still used his divine mind to quietly wake up the funeral.

"Fangtian, this Fengping, you should have seen it, do you still have an impression?"

Funeral said in a calm tone: "After more than a thousand years, my memory is already incomplete. How can I remember these unimportant people?"

Ji Tianxing was helpless and couldn't force anything.

At this time, Feng Ping looked at him with scorching eyes, and said in a sincere tone: "Master Ji, don't worry, the old man and the entire Tianzhu Mountain do not have any malicious intent towards you.

The sword **** is the spiritual leader of all of us and the eternal patriarch.

The old man just wanted to see the relics of the master, complete the task ordered by the great immortal, and hope that the master Ji will complete it. "

Seeing Feng Ping's tone and expression, full of sincerity and desire, Ji Tianxing considered for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

"It's okay to show you, but you have to tell me first, who is your great immortal?"

Feng Ping replied without hesitation: "More than 1,500 years ago, Daxian's Taoist name was Huanglong Taoist.

He has been following his master's side, handling the things of Tianzhu Mountain.

Thousands of years ago, after the fall of the master, the world shook, and many Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to invade Tianzhu Mountain.

Tianzhu Mountain suffered a catastrophe, and several uncles and strong men in the door were killed in battle one after another, only Huanglong Daxian and a few of us survived.

Since then, Daxian has been our leader, leading us all to guard the last heritage of Tianzhu Mountain.

Daxian once said that Shizu was the **** king of the nine heavens and could never truly fall.

One day, the master will return as the king and return to the world! "

Ji Tianxing listened carefully, and some pictures appeared in his mind involuntarily.

In the picture of his memory, when the Sword God was sitting on Tianzhu Mountain, he was surrounded by a middle-aged Taoist in apricot and yellow robes.

Looking back now, that Taoist in Huangpao should be the Great Immortal Huanglong from Fengping Institute.

After a while, Ji Tianxing condensed his thoughts, stretched out the palm of his right hand, and handed it to Feng Ping.

"Huh!"

With a flash of black light in the palm of his palm, an ancient sword that was as black as ink appeared.

When Feng Ping saw the Heaven Burying Sword, his body immediately stiffened and was stunned on the spot.

His eyes were staring at the Heaven Burial Sword, his eyes flashed with brilliant brilliance, and his eyes turned red.

His eyes and expressions became very complicated, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

"Sure enough, it is the Sky Burial Sword! After more than a thousand years, I can see it with my own eyes. It's dead without regret!"

Feng Ping whispered in a low voice, stretched out his hands slowly, held the Heaven Burial Sword in his palm, and rubbed it lightly, as if greeting an old friend.

"I still remember that I was the boy who guarded the pill furnace.

Once, Daxian refining Qiye Shenghun Pill, needed to keep the fire for forty-nine days.

I persisted for forty-six days, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep in the alchemy..."

Feng Ping talked to himself about the past, with a faint smile on his old cheek.

"That furnace of Seven Nights Soul Ascending Pill was destroyed, and the great immortal's fire was in full swing, and I was going to severely punish me, a Taoist boy who was negligent.

At the critical moment, it was the Heaven Burying Sword that stopped the Great Immortal and distracted the Great Immortal to save me from being punished..."

When he got here, the Heaven Burying Sword shook slightly, and then bounced his hands away.

The voice of Funeral Sky came from the sword, with a weird tone: "Small, after more than a thousand years, you still remember this trivial matter?

Even if you want to thank me, you don't have to hold me so affectionately, what style? "

The sudden sound shocked Feng Ping's body, and immediately petrified in place.

He stared at the Heaven Burial Sword dreamily, his eyes widening~lightnovelpub.net~ his face was full of incredible expression.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and asked in a very excited tone: "Senior Burial? Is it really you? You are... still alive?"

His face turned red with excitement, and he rubbed his hands again and again, even a little incoherent.

Ji Tianxing glanced at Feng Ping with a weird look, and thought to himself: "Small? An old man who lives more than a thousand years? Isn't this too unacceptable?"

However, he was relieved after thinking about it.

When Feng Ping was a Taoist boy on Tianzhu Mountain, he was only in his early ten years, and it was indeed a small thing for Funeral Tian.

At this time, Funeral's voice sounded again.

"Little bit, several of your uncles have passed away?"

Feng Ping took a few deep breaths before he calmed down. He nodded quickly and said, "Except for Huanglong Daxian, those uncles have already died in battle.

Now only the big immortal takes us, still holding on to Tianzhu Mountain. "

Funeral Tian was silent for a moment, and said in a low and majestic tone: "It doesn't matter, one day, Tianzhu Mountain will regain its glory!

Xiaoxiao who has invaded Tianzhu Mountain will pay the price of blood! "

Feng Ping nodded again and again, his eyes filled with excitement and expectation, and said with a certain tone: "Senior Burial, I also believe that that day will come soon!"

Funeral said in a solemn tone: "Go back and tell Huang Long that Ji Tianxing is the descendant of the sword **** and the new master of Tianzhu Mountain.

All the grievances and hatreds back then, only he can lead everyone to revenge.

In any case, you must **** him to help him return to the top as soon as possible and reproduce the glory of the sword god! "

After listening to Feng Ping's face solemnly, he immediately bowed and said: "Senior Burial, your remarks, the younger generation will definitely bring them to you!"

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