History is woven by bloody dramas that subvert three views.

At least in the eyes of Mr. Wang, history is so bloody that he always leaves him speechless.

After the silent silence, Wang Lewei sighed deeply: "I didn't expect that the strongest leader in the history of Nanhua Temple would be Xie Xuan."

At the same time, Wang Le thought of Han Ruoshui and Qingyangzi one after another, and both mentioned that the strongest inheritance of Nanhuaguan was the swordsmanship.

"It seems that the strongest inheritance of Nanhuaguan was not created by Zhuangzi, but by Xie Xuan, a famous historical general." Wang Lemu secretly speculated in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Le still had to sigh that Xie Xuan's other identity was actually the head of Nanhuaguan, and he was regarded as the supreme swordsmanship by the martial arts world.

What is the Supreme Sword Dao?

Although Wang Le is a rookie in the martial arts world, he also knows that if he can be given the title of supreme, his strength must be the supreme first.

At least in the martial arts world in Xie Xuan's era, he was the number one with the highest achievements in swordsmanship!

At this time, Wang Le couldn't help but think that on the murals engraved in the Yimeng Temple, there was indeed a peerless style of a warrior holding a sword to conquer. If nothing unexpected happened, it was Xie Xuan, the strongest leader in the history of Nanhua Temple.

There is no doubt that Xie Xuan is also one of the few people among the peak warriors of the Nanhuaguan Heavenly Level who have won the gods' war.

In this way, thoughts about Xie Xuan, the Supreme Sword Master, flashed through Wang Le's mind.

Then Wang Le waved away his slightly confused thoughts, looked at his grandfather Jiyang, and asked tentatively, "My grandson heard from the master that the strongest inheritance of Nanhuaguan is the swordsmanship. Could it be that Xie Xuan left it?"

Ji Yang's face turned right and nodded in a deep voice: "That's right, among the disciples of Nanhuaguan in my grandfather, only the eldest brother has obtained the strongest inheritance."

After a pause, Ji Yang's eyes were filled with pain, and his tone changed and said, "The elder brother also became obsessed with evil because of practicing the sword-track inheritance left by Xie Xuan. He killed too many people who should not be killed. For this reason, he was in seclusion for ten years and wasted the most precious years of his life before he came out of his obsessed state."

Although Wang Le had already learned a lot about the experiences of Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui, he still felt deeply moved when he heard his grandfather sigh again.

Because in Wang Le's eyes, if he had not retired from the mysterious army, he might have been the second Han Ruoshui.

Just when Wang Le was deeply moved, Ji Yang, as an eyewitness, obviously did not want to continue on this topic, so he took the initiative to change the topic and seriously reminded him: "If you can chew too much, you can get the Nine Changes of the Heavenly Silkworm, don't think about the sword inheritance of Nanhuaguan anymore."

After a pause, Ji Yang smiled and said, "As long as your performance continues to be excellent, Nanhuaguan's swordsmanship will sooner or later be your possession."

Wang Le touched his nose, suddenly smiled bitterly, and said sadly: "When I was in Sijiu City, the master once suggested that the natal magic weapon I refined was best to be a flying sword. In this way, I will be more proficient in practicing swords in the future."

"I thought I would prepare to refine my natal magic weapon after entering Nanhuaguan. I didn't expect that the world would be impermanent and I had to leave after a few days. I didn't have time to seriously consider the natal magic weapon."

Ji Yang was also speechless. This was the first time he had encountered a Xuan-level warrior in his life, but he didn't have his own natal magic weapon.

Besides, this Xuan-level warrior is not someone else, but his Jiyang's grandson.

It's really a weird flower.

After thinking about it, Ji Yang said to Wang Le solemnly: "The natal magic weapon and the life of a warrior will be cultivated together for a lifetime. The importance of it is self-evident. You must consider it carefully before you can refine it."

Of course Wang Le understood this principle, so he seemed so helpless. After all, there was not much time left for him next.

It is obviously unrealistic to get your own natal magic weapon in such a short time.

Besides, Wang Le didn't want to refine his natal magic weapon so hastily. Anyway, he didn't use his natal magic weapon, and his combat power was still extremely powerful.

Thinking of this, Wang Le shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands and said, "I can only wait until the border training is over and return to Nanhua Temple before considering the refining of his natal magic weapon."

Ji Yang nodded and said, "In the next period of time, my grandfather will try his best to collect materials for refining natal magic weapons. When you come back, if you are not surprised, you should have prepared almost the same."

In this way, Wang Le and Ji Yang did not disperse in the study, and they focused on refining natal magic weapons and participating in the league trial team to go to the border for training.

Although Ji Yang knew very well the abilities and means of his grandson, he had the scheming and calculations that ordinary young people did not have.

But during the chat, Ji Yang couldn't help but repeatedly nagging the other party to be cautious and cautious in the process of training in the border, and there are some things that must be paid attention to.

Although Wang Le, who was extremely experienced, had long known what his grandfather repeatedly told him, he still kept smiling and listened silently.

Because this is the care between relatives, for Wang Le, he enjoys such time very much, warm and down-to-earth.

But happy times are often short, with the last ray of afterglow falling on the setting sun, and the night slowly opened.

God, it's finally dark.

In the study, the old and the young gradually became silent. They closed their eyes and leaned against the wide Taishi chair, waiting quietly for the arrival of the Yinzi...

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"A word is determined, and I'll ask you two to take care of you on the way."

Ji Yinzi slowly walked out of the attic, surrounded by two deacons surnamed Zhao and Tian of the Alliance, and bowed with a smile.

"It's easy to say."

"Don't worry, head."

Two deacons surnamed Zhao and Tian bowed their favor and said to Ji Yinzi with a smile.

Ji Yinzi bowed and said, "Then I'll go back and prepare first, and you two will take a break soon."

The two deacons bowed their hands and bowed again, and Ji Yinzi turned around and left with a smile.

However, the moment Ji Yinzi turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and there was a deep pain in his face, and the speed under his feet also became extremely fast.

Deacon Zhao looked at Ji Yinzi's figure disappearing in the darkness and said with a happy look: "Brother Tian, ​​this time we are visiting Nanhuaguan, we really make us home!"

Deacon Tian pinched the three white beards under his chin, his eyes laughed into a crack, and nodded and replied: "We are still incredible if we can get so many benefits from Nanhuaguan."

At this time, Deacon Zhao unconsciously showed confusion and asked softly: "Which style does Nanhuaguan have to be? Why did he suddenly want to participate in the trial team? This was not the case before!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Deacon Tian rolled his eyes to Deacon Zhao and cursed with a smile: "Brother, you are really a dog and meddling with others with rats."
Chapter completed!