"Ahem, the apprentice respects Master, isn't it right?"

The old beggar's face was much thicker than Lu Ping's imagined. He bullied the weak with strength and robbed money, but he was said to be a disciple and filial piety.

In this way, after looting all of Lu Pingan's money, the old beggar clapped his hands with satisfaction, and at the same time removed the fixation spells imposed on the former.

"Oh! Great opportunity, that's it..."

Lu Ping'an walked to the ashes left after the pile of dominoes were destroyed, and sighed with frustration.

"Hey, the old man isn't so poor here, so he won't be able to get a gift from the teacher."

The old beggar had a tone that he considered to be very tolerant. While speaking, he held his palm up and raised his forearm flat.

After that, he saw a long sword wrapped in a scabbard in rags, summoned from his palm, and then flew straight to the head of Lu Pingan, who was squatting in front of his ashes.

"Lu Xiaozi, take this, don't say that your master is stingy in the future."

The old beggar poured wine into the bronze jug he was carrying, and raised his chin at Lu Ping'an as if showing off.

"Cut, what a shit."

Lu Ping'an curled his lips, secretly disdainful in his heart.

Since he woke up, the old beggar has been drinking, and now 80% is talking about drinking, after all, how could a good sword be such a show.

"Ok?"

Lu Ping'an subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the sword, but as soon as he held the sword, a pinch-like pain suddenly spread from the palm of his hand to the entire arm.

He had to retract his hands.

Is it poison?

wrong.

Is the old beggar staying on it to play tricks on his own spell prohibition?

It seems not.

"Hi! Could it be that..."

After a moment of contemplation, Lu Ping'an suddenly realized that he couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning.

This tingling pain should have been imposed on him by the sword itself.

Sword creatures, without the master's control, can condense aura on their own and attack foreign objects.

Doesn't this have reached the level of the earth-tier magical artifact?

Lu Pingan stood up and observed again, only to find that the rags wrapped around the hilt were not ordinary.

I saw that the rough fibers of the cloth were constantly being cut and regenerated again, which seemed to be blocking the overflowing sword energy inside the scabbard.

Without this self-healing rag to withstand the sword aura, when holding the sword just now, his hand would probably be cut.

"Jixia College draws on the best of a hundred schools of thought, and what it teaches and learns is very complicated. The so-called many are not good. In the sword pavilion of the academy, only this Moyang sword can handle it."

The old beggar stood with his hand in his hand, with an expert appearance, and explained to Lu Ping'an triumphantly.

"Mo Yang Sword?"

Lu Ping'an couldn't help but frown slightly.

Although he can't remember them clearly, he is very familiar with these three words. When he was young, he seemed to have heard his father mention them.

Moreover, in Lu Ping'an's impression, when his father mentioned Mo Yangjian, he also mentioned the word "Jixia College".

"Is he really the elder of Jixia Academy?"

At this time, Lu Pingan couldn't help but began to doubt his previous judgment.

And taking a step back, even if this sword is not a Moyang sword, it must be a big one.

With more than a hundred and ten taels of gold and silver, in exchange for a sword of at least a level above the ground level, I seem to have made a lot of money!

"Um... What you just said is true?"

Lu Pingan raised his head to look at the old beggar, blurted out and asked.

"Ah? Do you still suspect there is a fake? Can this Mo Yang sword be forged?"

The old beggar didn't know that Lu Ping'an was suspicious. He had fabricated his identity. He thought that the other party thought he had used a fake sword to fool him, and he stared with anger.

You know, although the identity he introduced to Lu Pingan is fake, this sword is the first sword in the Jian Pavilion of Jixia Academy.

Fifty-three years ago, he hadn't fallen into the realm alone to climb Lin Zishan, one man, one sword, losing six sword repairs in a row, including the guarding elder of the sword pavilion at that time.

In the end, he took away the Moyang Sword, which was rated as the top grade of the ground level, only a line from the sky level.

Wine and sword are the two best things in the life of the old beggar.

In terms of drinking, he is determined to taste the best wines in the world, but he is very dedicated to the three-foot sword in his hand.

When encountering a strong hand who needs to draw a sword, the old beggar will only use his half-cut sword named "Haanjin".

Therefore, since being taken away by the old beggar, Mo Yang sword has not been out of its sheath for fifty years.

In addition, there was no publicity in the First World War. Today, everyone thinks that the Mo Yang sword is still enshrined on the top floor of the sword pavilion of Jixia Academy.

"Master is here, the disciple will worship!"

Lu Ping'an entered the state very quickly. First, he learned how cheeky an old beggar was, and respectfully performed his apprenticeship.

He was not the kind of person who had to hang himself on a tree because of his small size.

If the keel was destroyed, it would be destroyed, so I couldn't go to Luotian City and ask Hu Ling for another piece.

In addition, regardless of whether the old beggar is reliable or not, whether his identity is true or false, he gave himself a magic weapon, which is an untouchable fact.

So after thinking twice, Lu Pingan decided to worship the old beggar as his teacher.

"Get up, good disciple, let's set off right away, Master, I have stayed enough in Yongcheng."

The old beggar waved his hand and motioned to Lu Ping'an to get up.

While talking, he poured all the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed from the two big altars of Zuiyuelou into the bronze jug.

Listening to the dull echo from the mouth of the pot, Lu Ping'an was curious, asking how much space is in this hip flask?

In this way, after finishing the other items that were poured out by the old beggar, Lu Ping'an couldn't wait, and then carefully wrapped the Mo Yang sword with the aura and put it into the deepest part of the storage bag.

He knew that with his current strength, he couldn't control the Mo Yang Sword at all. In a short time, he must suppress the urge to draw the sword.

"Hey, by the way, Master, how did Jiang Hongtao deal with his body?"

As soon as he stepped out of Zuiyuelou's shop, Lu Ping'an suddenly remembered this important event.

It stands to reason that there were casualties among cultivators in the city, and the Baishi clan, who was in charge of all affairs in Yongcheng, could not have sent people to check.

"Jiang Hongtao?"

The old beggar scratched his back and thought for a while, "Oh! The man who chased you yesterday was carried away."

While speaking, he pointed to the narrow alley on the side of Zuiyuelou.

Only then did Lu Pingan discover that the alley where the incident occurred last night had been sealed, and there were two people in public uniforms guarding it outside.

"Hey, disciple, in front of the master, these so-called big families are nothing but the siblings. If you are willing, I will let that Tao Shiqian polish your shoes later."

The old beggar patted his chest proudly, and then told Lu Ping An about the past night...

The Baishi clan is responsible for all important military and political affairs in Yongcheng, and has a strong control over Yongcheng. There are guards everywhere in the city.

Soon after the battle last night, Tao Shiqian, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed to the scene first with his troops.

Although in name it was to maintain public order in the city, he was actually just to confirm whether Lu Ping'an and others were dead.

The result was unexpected, not only the dozen or so killers he secretly lent to Jiang Hongtao, but even Jiang Hongtao himself was chopped off and died on the street.

The bodies of Lu Pingan and others were not found at the scene.

The high-level elder of the Jiang family died in Yongcheng, so this matter naturally cannot be perfunctory.

In the end, after a detailed site investigation, Tao Shiqian locked Lu Ping's and his party's whereabouts in Zuiyue Tower.

In order to give the Jiang family an explanation and Yixue's humiliation of losing the gambling, Tao Shiqian immediately sent people back to the clan to report the letter, and a large number of clan masters came.

The general process after this is not difficult to speculate.

Before leaving the house, the old beggar killed several people in a row with a terrifying cultivation base, no weaker than Jiang Hongtao's elders of the Baishi clan.

And with a mysterious invisible sword formation, surrounded the crowd around downstairs.

Realizing that it had caused the monstrous anger of a certain hidden power, Tao Shiqian instantly dispelled the idea of ​​finding Lu Ping's revenge.

In desperation, he could only go upstairs to apologize.

Fortunately, the old beggar is not a bloodthirsty person.

After receiving his forgiveness, Tao Shiqian immediately evacuated all the personnel and cleaned up the scene, not even daring to keep anyone under surveillance.

"Tsk tusk, it's fun to listen."

Lu Pingan knows the amazing combat power of the old beggar, but he doesn't think he is exaggerating.

I imagined Tao Shiqian's deflated appearance at the time, and Lu Ping'an couldn't help showing a fascinating look on his face.

Sure enough, as long as the fists are big enough, there is almost nothing that can't be obtained in this world, and nothing can't be done.

However, thinking of this, Lu Pingan's eyebrows followed closely, and a dignified color emerged.

In this Tianyuan Continent where the weak and the strong, the road of the strong that everyone pursues, can it really reach the final road?

For some reason, even though the various things experienced in reality have proven this point countless times, Lu Ping'an still has a skeptical attitude towards it.

Lu Ping'an was thinking in his head, and suddenly, a figure in the crowd not far away caught his attention.

Although he changed his outfit and also wore a hat to cover his face, he still recognized from his posture that that person was Jiang Yuebai.

Sure enough, the young and old who had just become mentors and apprentices, after walking out of this goulan alley, the disguised Jiang Yuebai hurried to catch up.

"Hey, where's Tian He? I heard that there was a fierce battle here last night. It should be related to you, right?"

Jiang Yuebai didn't know the specific situation yet. Out of caution, when questioning Lu Ping'an, he still looked ahead and pretended to be a passerby.

At the same time, the flying sword she hid in her palm had already gathered energy, ready to go, ready to attack the unidentified old beggar.