LRAB Chapter 345
Chapter 345
"Huh?!" Fang Yun was surprised.
Why is this old man glaring at me like that? !
In my memory, this old Taoist priest was so happy to accept Jun Xiaoyao as his disciple...
He laughed happily for more than a month.
His mouth was almost crooked with laughter.
He said that he had picked up a sword-fighting genius who was comparable to his master.
The Wuji Sword Sect has a successor! At least it will be glorious for another ten thousand years!
However, at this moment, the old Taoist priest who regarded Jun Xiaoyao as a treasure.
He actually glared at me with a murderous look!
While Fang Yun was surprised, the Sword Sect Master wiped his tears and shouted:
"Don't cry, stand up! The master just sent a message to me! He said that I, the disciple of the Sword Sect, stand tall and upright! Isn't it just dead?! What's there to cry about!"
"Who is crying! Get out!"
The Sword Sect Master's eyes were shining with sword light, and he was resolute and majestic in his sorrow.
After everyone stopped crying and stood up, he looked at his last disciple Jun Xiaoyao and angrily praised:
"Master also said in his mind that the disciple who pretended to cry was very good!!!"
The leader of the Sword Sect gnashed his teeth!!
He said this, but secretly cursed him.
"Boy, my master! Your master is dead! How dare you pretend to cry, right?! I will peel your skin after that!!!"
"Huh????" Fang Yun was confused.
He was found out for pretending to cry?
He pretended to cry just like the real thing!
Fang Yun looked around and saw angry eyes...
"Master, what should I do!..." Jun Xiaoyao was anxious.
The persona he had worked so hard to build was about to be gone.
Afterwards, the master patted his butt and left, but he might be hung up and beaten by the master of the sect...
"What are you panicking about? It's just a small scene!"
Fang Yun scolded, his face solemn, looked around, and said loudly: "The ancestor Canjian died to protect my fairyland. This is the great honor of our sword cultivators and the supreme honor of every fairy with justice in his heart!"
"Although the ancestor has passed away, he will always live in our hearts and in the hearts of hundreds of millions of immortals in the fairyland!"
"I admire the ancestor, I admire him very much! But it is not sad and painful, but I keep it in my heart and make up my mind!"
"If one day, I, Jun Xiaoyao, can reach the step of the ancestor Canjian, I will also go all out! Die to protect the fairyland!"
"It's just a death, what's the sadness?!"
The great immortal Fang spoke generously and righteously, facing the fairy king and the fairy king looking around, he was not afraid!
While speaking, his waist was straight, like a sword out of the sheath!
Extremely sharp! He stared at the angry eyes of all the elders of the Sword Sect around him.
Instantly, a group of people were touched by Fang Yun's words, and the anger in their eyes was mostly restrained...
The Sword Sect Master's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he stared at his disciple deeply, with extremely complicated feelings.
Just now, the master seemed to have almost the same meaning...
This kid really understood it clearly.
But, is what this kid said true or false? !
The Sword Sect Master was a little touched, and felt something was wrong.....
"Okay, even if you are right, don't cry if you don't want to cry, why are you pretending?"
The Sect Master asked in a voice transmission, and Fang Yun replied embarrassedly: "I see that you are too sad, and I feel that it is a bit inappropriate for me to be the only one who doesn't cry, so..."
"Humph! Then you are still reasonable, right~?!" The old Taoist gritted his teeth and sent a voice transmission, and glared at his disciple again.
Then he waved his hand and said to everyone: "Okay, I just blamed Xiaoyao wrongly. My master's meaning should be to praise Xiaoyao!
There is no need to be sad. It is better to turn grief and anger into strength, practice hard, and fight against demons and defend the way in the future!"
"Yes! Sect Master!"
With the help of the Sword Sect Sect Master, the matter was over.
Fang Jun Xiaoyao Yun, on the contrary, has a great sense of existence.
The beautiful eyes of the Purple Refining Immortal King were full of spirits, and she couldn't help but look at Fang Yun a few more times.
Just now, she had been like an outsider. Although she was sad, she didn't cry. She also noticed that someone was pretending to cry.
She was dissatisfied at first, but after listening to someone's generosity and righteousness.
On the contrary, she was more optimistic about Jun Xiaoyao.
At this time, the leader of the Sword Sect looked at the Purple Refining Immortal King and said, "Your Majesty, I wonder if Xiaoyao can catch your eye and inherit my master's legacy?"
When the leader of the Sword Sect asked, the words "my master's legacy" were spoken with great emphasis and loudness.
The implication was clear:
This originally belonged to my Wuji Sword Sect, and it should be inherited by my Sword Sect. What are you still hesitating about!
And now I have sent the broken sword handle to the throne for worship.
Do you still want to take it away?
The Purple Refining Immortal King pondered, frowned slightly and said:
"The will of the broken sword is to find a genius in the sword way and inherit his sword way. I was entrusted by him, so I can't let my fellow Taoist down.”
“Before I came here this time, I traveled around the fairy world, looking for someone who could pass on the sword. I went to the Sword Emperor Holy Land, the Emperor Sword Sect, the Hunyuan Sword Pavilion, the Jiuji Sword Sea, the Dugu Sword Clan…”
The Purple Refining Immortal King reported the earth-shaking names one by one, and the Sword Sect Master and the elders all looked stiff…
Swords and swords are the two most commonly used weapons. Therefore, the number of cultivators who practice these two great ways is countless.
It is comparable to the most common five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.
With such a large number of cultivators, there are also many powerful forces in the fairy world that are mainly based on the sword.
And any of the above is stronger than the Wuji Sword Sect.
Among them, the Sword Emperor Holy Land is the force left by the Sword Emperor, one of the nineteen masters of the fairyland.
As the Purple Refining Immortal King said, he looked at Jun Xiaoyao: "Although you are also very good, to be honest, compared with the young people I saw, you are still a few points behind....."
“Impossible! Xiaoyao is a master of swordsmanship, and he has the talent of a three-hole demon. What's wrong with that? ! "The Wuji Sect Master was excited.
No matter what, his own things cannot be given to outsiders.
What righteousness, the most suitable person? Go to hell!
Zi Lian Xian Wang said faintly: "The one in the Emperor Sword Sect has the body of the Sword God, the shadowless sword body in the Hunyuan Sword Pavilion, and there is also a nine-tribulation sword body in the Jiuji Sword Sea...
The little sword master in the Sword Emperor Holy Land is born with the body of the Emperor Sword, the supreme sword bone and sword heart!"
After these words, the whole hall was silent.
A group of sword kings naturally understood what these heaven-defying sword talents mentioned by Zi Lian Xian Wang meant!
Jun Xiaoyao, does not have these magical physiques...
In the silence of everyone, a confident voice suddenly broke the oppressive atmosphere.
"So what if you are born with a sword bone body? My Wuji Sword Sect Canjian Patriarch does not have these, but he has achieved the status of an immortal king! ”
“How many people in the fairy world are born with supernatural bodies, and how many of them can become fairy kings?”
Fang Yun opened his mouth, his eyes like swords, staring at the Purple Refined Fairy King and said: “My Lord, are you going to use the sword body to determine the inheritance of my master? !”
After these words, the people of the Wuji Sword Sect in the hall suddenly brightened their eyes and echoed: “That’s right! That’s right!”
“Xiaoyao is right!”
“A mere Dao body, sword bones and sword heart are nothing compared to Xiaoyao’s sword comprehension!”
After hearing this, the Purple Refined Fairy King looked at Fang Yun with interest: “You are right.”
“I’ll give you a chance.”
“Draw your sword to me, let me see your so-called sword comprehension!”