"Huh?" Xiu Yuanke immediately began to breathe heavily because of this big picture, "I pretend! I can pretend to be anyone! If necessary, I can also pretend to be a teacher!"

"The teacher has come out, do you still need to pretend to be?" The boy looked at the ax, originally feeling disgusted, but now he felt envious.

The young man frowned slightly and said: "Senior Brother, if you always do this, it will easily attract the hatred of the Holy Temple to Shenyue Immortal City. It used to be to hide people's eyes, but now the teachers have come out..."

Xiao Kongtong looked over with a smile: "It is precisely because the teacher has come out that we have to share more. He still needs help at the moment, and..."

After a pause, Xiao Kongtong looked to the east and said: "Shenyue Immortal City is just a small organization that has been established for more than thirty years, a small force, and those forces with ancient heritage.

By comparison, the amount of hatred we can attract is too small and too little..."

The teacher's words can shock not only the small Shenyue Fairy City!

…

In the Eastern Region, to the east, facing the sea, there is Dongshan.

There is no peak in Dongshan Mountain. According to legend, it was stabbed by a sword because there is a power here that has been passed down from ancient times and is called the "Sword Burial Tomb".

Spiritual sword, famous sword, lost sword of ancient relic monument...

All ownerless swords, as long as they have spirituality, will be attracted by the "Sword Burial Tomb" and return to the "Sword Burial Tomb" in an unknown way, waiting for the arrival of the destined person before being reborn.

Due to the gathering of a large number of spiritual swords, an invisible sword energy barrier was formed around the Sword Burial Tomb, which is a hundred thousand miles away, and everyone is refused entry.

However, compared to sword cultivators, this sword energy barrier contains endless swordsmanship insights from ancient sword cultivators from ancient times to the present.

They just need to practice here.

Each step you take to advance into the sword energy barrier means that your swordsmanship has improved further.

The rules for entering the Sword Tomb are, "As long as you pass through the sword energy barrier, you can join the Sword Tomb." This inspires everyone.

However, among today's young swordsmen cultivators, there are only three people who can achieve this achievement: the three brothers of the Gu family.

Ever since the Eight Lords' familiar voices spread across the Five Domains, there had been no movement in the sword burial mound for many years. The sword energy barrier trembled, and all the sword cultivators on the periphery began to dance with their swords and cheer.

At the same time, in the Sword Tomb, the "Sword Washing Pond" that had not seen any movement for decades suddenly made small ripples.

"Woo——"

In the center of the sword-washing pool, a broken sword trembled slightly and made a cry.

The sword's body was covered with rust and had long since lost its original color. Even the hilt was covered with moss and moss.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

In the darkness, a tall figure walked towards him.

He stepped across the water, passed over all the rusty swords in the sword washing pool, came to the choked broken sword, and squatted down slowly.

"He's back..." He said softly, as if he was carefully caring for the flowers and plants, for fear that his words would irritate the other person.

"Buzz!!!"

But Broken Sword still struggled violently, as if angry, roaring, like a wronged child crying out for decades of loneliness.

"You shouldn't hate him, he is helpless..." The man gently stroked the broken sword in front of him.

After saying this, seeing Duanjian's mood getting even crazier, he could only smile helplessly: "Well, I won't defend him, he really deserves to die..."

"Buzz!"

The broken sword trembled again.

The man was stunned and sighed for a long time.

"You, you, how should I say hello?"

"I told you to put him down and find another master. Maybe now you can win the title of Famous Sword. Why do you have to tie yourself here and wait for loneliness?"

"If he hasn't spoken out yet, do you have to wait for a hundred or a thousand years?"

"Perhaps you will never be able to wait for him!"

The tone of the last sentence was serious, and the man seemed to be expressing his own emotions by complaining about the person he was talking about.

"Buzz buzz..." Broken Sword trembled in response.

The man could hear the language of the sword and smiled and said: "I am different from you. I am not bound here. I can go out at any time when I want to."

"Keng!"

The sword washing pool suddenly exploded with a sword cry, and the broken sword struggled to be pulled out of the sword pool.

However, the sound of the sword echoed, and apart from violent trembling, it failed to achieve the expected picture.

The man stood up with a smile: "It's difficult. It's easy to enter the sword washing pool, but it's difficult to get out of the sword washing pool. The Eight Masters have already missed the opportunity to enter the sword burial tomb. He will never be here again. The one you are waiting for

People, maybe even if they return to the world, they will never take you home."

After saying this, the man turned and left.

“Kengkengkeng——”

The vicious words stimulated the broken sword to tremble crazily, causing ripples in the sword pool.

It wanted to come out and kill this man, but it was restricted by the rules and couldn't come out at all.

"As I said a long time ago, is it difficult to recognize a new master?"

The man flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the darkness, sighing: "Now, he's back, but you can't get out. Tsk, tsk, fate tricks people, and it also tricks swords... It's sad, it's really sad..."

"hehe."

There was even laughter at the end!

The broken sword could no longer withstand the ridicule. It was like a demon god opening his eyes and exploding with endless bright white sword light, illuminating the figure of the man in white robe who returned to sit on the throne in the form of Gao Ke's sword hilt in the darkness.

There were broken swords and fallen swords all around.

Among them, the man in white robe sitting on the "Throne with Sword Hilt" remained indifferent.

He rested his elbow on the armrest of the throne, gently supported his chin with the back of his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and squinted at the movement of the broken sword in the sword washing pool not far away, with a smile on his lips and a sarcastic look in his eyes.

Unwilling to be humiliated like this, Broken Sword raged crazily. The sword light broke through the sword energy barrier of the Sword Burial Tomb, causing people outside the tomb to be surprised and happy, crossing their knees in realization.

But after all, this "vision" is just a "vision".

The broken sword never broke through the shackles of the sword-washing pool.

Darkness returns.

There was no movement of struggle in the sword washing pool, leaving only the whine of the broken sword and the faint ripples around it.

It's like invisible tears dripping into the sword washing pool.
Chapter completed!