Zhou Xuanji stared at Shangguan Jiusu with an expressionless face.

He looked at people like this, which was a little scary.

Shangguan Jiusu pulled his sword, took three steps back, swallowed his saliva, and asked carefully: "Who is you... who is the monster?"

He secretly regretted it.

Sure enough, I can't pick up people casually.

If this demon boy had attacked him last night...

He shuddered, and the more he thought about it, the more he became more and more scared.

"I'm your chance."

Zhou Xuanji said calmly that this son was poor but could take him in, which shows that he was kind-hearted.

It was easy for him to be willing to help him.

Before he attained the Emperor, he could not go back to the sky to fall, so as not to cause trouble to the sky.

If Yan Lingzun wants to kill the human race, he must find a new protagonist of the world. Otherwise, his luck will be broken, and his ambitions will probably be lost.

"Opportunity?"

Shangguan Jiusu was stunned. His nervousness and fear were instantly retreating.

He is too eager to become stronger!

When he was full of energy, no one dared not to give him face, and his beauty was also dependent on others in front of him.

now……

The more he thought about it, the more sad and angry he became. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do I need to pay?"

He has read many stories where evil demons bewitch people, help people become stronger, but they can also deprive people of human nature and other things.

“It’s very simple.”

Zhou Xuanji spoke, causing Shangguan Jiusu's heart to his throat.

"Call me three times grandpa."

Shangguan Jiusu had cold sweats on his forehead and his whole body trembled.

etc!

What?

He widened his eyes, with a look of surprise, and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Zhou Xuanji smiled mysteriously and said, "Are you practicing sword?"

Shangguan Jiusu came back to his senses, and he said with anger: "I aim to practice swords, but I am sorry that the Sword Emperor has died. If I can become stronger, I must avenge the Sword Emperor."

If he beat him to death, he would never think that the demon child in front of him was Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji's death was witnessed by everyone in the world.

Zhou Xuanji snorted coldly: "What is the Sword Emperor? He is still dead!"

Shangguan Jiusu was furious and said in a deep voice: "The Sword Emperor died without being humiliated. He fought so many ancestors and could be at the top of history. What do you know!"

The Sword Emperor is his belief and cannot be insulted by anyone.

Zhou Xuanji smiled and felt proud.

But in Shangguan Jiusu's eyes, it was ridicule.

He dares to be angry but dares not speak out.

...

The sky falls.

The entire Emperor Sword Court fell into sorrow.

At this moment, Jiang Xue, Zhou Xiaoxuan, Xiao Jinghong and others were very surprised.

"This is true? The master is not dead yet?"

The Demon Emperor Chongming asked excitedly, his beef trembling at it.

Xian Xianghua nodded and said, "Do you still remember the black light before his death? This matter cannot be spread, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

Everyone nodded excitedly.

Jiang Xue and Zhou Xiaoxuan hugged each other, and the mother and daughter cried with joy.

Xian Xianghua raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you understand the power of this skill?"

Zhou Xiaoxuan nodded and said excitedly: "I want to learn!"

The little black snake shouted, "I am..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xiaoxuan kicked away.

"Even the disciples of the Emperor Sword Court are not allowed to inform you of this matter. You should first appease them. As troubled times come, unity is very important."

Xian Xianghua said again that Zhou Xuanji was not here, she must protect his country.

Jiang Xue nodded and said, "The disciples will not disperse, they are all full of anger."

She was very proud to say this.

The same goes for others.

The disciples of the Emperor Sword Court have steel bones!

...

Half a year passed in a hurry.

Zhou Xuanji's fall caused the human race to usher in a dark period, and all dynasties lost control, and the dynasties could only control their own territory. The eight holy lands were greatly damaged due to their vitality and could not rely on their power.

The Han Dynasty was in a small town.

Shangguan Jiusu's mouth twitched and looked at the child in front of him practicing sword.

Half a year has passed, Zhou Xuanji looks two or three years old, holding a broken sword in his hand, and the wind is full of vigor.

Since Zhou Xuanji moved in, Shangguan Jiusu has been able to sleep in the straw mat in the courtyard.

Zhou Xuanji played a colorful sword in the rain, closed the sword, and asked, "Have you learned it?"

Shangguan Jiusu said ashamedly: "Only remember half of it."

half?

Zhou Xuanji was a little surprised. He had just practiced it once, and this guy remembered half of it. This was a ground-grade sword technique.

It seems that this kid's talent is really good.

He practiced it again, and then asked Shangguan Jiusu to practice swords by himself.

Since following Zhou Xuanji, Shangguan Jiusu has never been to teach in the school again.

It’s not that he didn’t want to, but that he had already disliked him in the lecture hall, so he found the right opportunity to kick him.

The woman in red dress has never been here again.

Shangguan Jiusu was sad for a long time and often cried late at night. He did not dare to go to the woman in the red dress to find her because he had no face.

He is no longer the genius he used to be.

"Practice your sword well and help you heal your dantian when I am satisfied."

Zhou Xuanji left this sentence and went back to the house.

After rebirth, his cultivation will recover quickly, but he still works hard to practice and speed up the process.

For a while next.

Zhou Xuanji still grew up since he was seventy-four years old.

His height grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even Shangguan Jiusu, who was with him day and night, could feel it.

He felt that Zhou Xuanji would grow taller every day.

Half a year later, he looked like he was six or seven years old.

At the same time, the East Korean Dynasty was slaughtered by the army of Heavenly Dao, and blood flowed into a river, alarming the Northern Wilderness.

Faced with the cruelty of Yan Lingzun, the human race had no choice.

Zhou Xuanji could only hold it in.

Another year has passed.

Zhou Xuanji is seventy-six years old and looks like he is twelve years old.

In Shangguan Jiusu's eyes, he is a monster.

The Great Shang Dynasty was destroyed, and only five of the seven dynasties remained.
To be continued...