It was later learned that in order to protect this sword, the entire Su family had no peace day and night.

In the end, Tomb Ming Chengxue was brought to Tiansang Ling Palace by Su Qianqian. Even so, it attracted countless sword thieves.

Fortunately, the spirit palace was strong and blocked one wave after another.

but……

last of the last……

It attracted a big...

"The sword of life follows you, and the sword of death returns to your grave."

The man closed the sword sutra, put his hands behind his waist, and said, "The fate between Gu Lao and Mei Ziyu has ended. Let me find the next generation of sword holders for them."

Meisi people had not yet reacted. When they heard this, they suddenly thought and said sadly:

"You've grown so big..."

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing.

A flash of light flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's mind, his eyes widened, and he finally remembered who this person was.

Yes!

That’s who!

What's your name?

That...Seven Swordsmen, the one from the previous generation!

Everyone around them had similar expressions, each of them looked like they had remembered something and had their brows furrowed.

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and patted the man desperately, becoming mute with excitement.

"Hmm! Uh! Well..."

I held it in for a long time, but couldn't get a single word out.

Fortunately, in the end, we finally got through the crowd and screamed loudly:

"Wen Ting!!!"

Keng——

Wen Ting picked up the plum blossoms and glanced at the preacher with a smile, but he was so drunk in the wind that he was miserable.

"Damn! It turns out he looks like this..."

"Holy crap! I haven't seen his portrait before. No, I should have seen it... Have you all seen it?"

He grabbed the preaching mirror and shook it wildly with excitement, then freed up his hand to say hello:

"Wen Jianxian! I am Zhong Tingchen, a descendant of Feng Tingzui!"

Wen Ting had already turned to look back at Mei Siren, and said warmly: "If you have no objection, I will take Mei Ziyu back to the sword tomb for burial."

Mei Siren turned his head and thought about it, Wen Ting's thoughts were not unreasonable.

Moreover, after the death of the master of the world's most famous sword, regardless of whether it was stolen, stolen, or shot, as long as it cannot be defended, its final destination will probably be back to the sword burial mound.

The water flows eastward, and the sword returns to the tomb.

It was a blessing that Mei Ziyu's generation of grave watchers personally came to sheath their swords.

"good."

Mei Siren hugged Gu Yu and nodded solemnly.

"You don't have any objections either, right?"

Wen Ting smiled and patted the sword in his hand.

Mei Ziyu is a psychic and knows that fate is playing tricks on people. She trembles silently and acquiesces.

"That's it."

Wen Ting put away the sword and retreated, opened his mouth, and swallowed the whole Mei Zi Yu.

ah?
Chapter completed!