Even without moving, every part of the body looks like it is leaving home.

"Why do you still look like a zombie after using it?" Yan Nan frowned.

"I'm used to it and don't want to change it. So it's still like this. It's the same as it was thousands of years ago. How good." Sun Wutian said.

Yan Nan felt a little tired: "At least it looks different from when it was first dug out..."

"It's already an extra breath."

Sun Wutian was very satisfied: "Damn it, the Madman's Halberd lost one of my leg bones when he carried me back."

"How rotten were you at that time... You can't stick it together with glue, so you blame others for losing your bones?" Yan Nan said angrily: "Okay, let's get down to business!"

"Don't you just want me to go back to the southeast to visit my relatives? In fact, there are so many generations of people who have not been able to visit. What can I do if I go back? Just take a look from a distance."

Sun Wutian said a little bored: "Is it possible to go and kowtow on the ancestor's grave? There is no one bigger than me buried there..."

He rolled his eyes and said: "You really want me to go to the southeast to take charge? Even if the Divine Weasel Cult is qualified, it still has to be found, right?"

"That's not all. There is one more thing that I need to congratulate you on."

Yan Nan said, "But what I'm going to say next is top secret. I'm only telling you because it's related to you. Because I'm worried that you won't be able to kill someone for me after you go."

Sun Wutian was very curious: "What is it? Congratulations to me? What happy event can I have?"

"In the ranks of the southeastern defenders, there is a boy. From him, I discovered your Hattian Sword. It is well practiced, and it can change and hide. If I were not familiar with you, I would not recognize it."

Sun Wutian raised his eyebrows and looked at Yannan seriously: "Can it change? Can it be hidden? Can't others see it? Where are the old rivals?"

"I don't recognize you even if I'm familiar with you to a certain extent!" Yan Nan was very sure on this point: "At least, Duan Xiyang wouldn't recognize you."

Yan Nan can be sure of this.

Because if Duan Xiyang could recognize him, he wouldn't have such high expectations for Fang Che's gun.

Sun Wutian immediately became interested. If Duan Xiyang could not recognize him, then the possibility of others recognizing him was too small.

"Our people? Can actually use the Heavenly Hatred Sword?"

Sun Wutian's eyes were deep: "Your surname is Sun?"

Yan Nan slowly raised his head and looked at Sun Wutian with the same profound eyes: "Have you really left a legacy in the family?"

Sun Wutian said lightly: "What I left behind is my own swordsmanship."

"The Hatetian Sword... is a teaching sword!" Yan Nan smiled and said lightly: "Although it is an inheritance and the sword bones are supreme, it is a sect martial arts after all."

"I haven't passed on the Hentian Sword that requires the approval of the Sword Manual and Sword Jue, and I can't pass it on. I don't have the ability."

Sun Wutian said coldly: "What I passed down is only what I understood myself. Vice Chief Yan, do you want to settle old scores with me or to launch an army to hold me accountable?"

Yan Nan smiled lightly and said: "Of course I want to be punished. But I also want to congratulate you. It is also true. There is also a request, which is of course also true."

He said word by word: "But no matter what it is, if you privately teach the family, you must have an explanation!"

Sun Wutian has been sleeping for too long and been away from it for too long.

Ever since he woke up, the whole sect has regarded him as a treasure, and Yan Nan has already noticed it. This sign is wrong.

Therefore, it is necessary to use a happy event to knock it out and use a dispensable little thing to remind it.

I have to let you know what the rules are and what the boss is.

This point is so important! Because it involves countless deployments in the future, what if there is another Duan Xiyang who can't be controlled by anyone except the eldest brother?

Duan Xiyang was a direct descendant of the man who conquered the world in the first place, but Sun Wutian was not.

The two looked at each other.

Sun Wutian was dissatisfied and slightly angry, while Yannan was smiling but full of oppression.

The two faced off silently.

After a long time, seeing that Sun Wutian's eyes were still angry and unruly, Yan Nan's smile slowly turned grim: "Nine of us have the magic skills in the sect. If you see our family, who has been defeated by us in so many years?"

Has it been passed down privately? Even if it has, didn't you open the altar to report it that time? Why can you, Sun Wutian, be an exception?"

This is a heavy blow!

Sun Wutian sighed dejectedly: "This matter is my fault."

"Really?" Yan Nan frowned.

"It's my fault!"

Sun Wutian's arrogance was knocked down.
Chapter completed!