The small mountain village built on Yiyou Mountain is unknown, and the villagers' lives are definitely not as good as that. They just plant thin fields on the unfertile land to support the hard life of the villagers and the sword servant in the tomb. If the sword servant had not often hunted meat, they would probably not be able to even support the consumption of their own qi refining.

There are many cars and horses parked in the dilapidated village, which is an unprecedented prosperous scene, but the villagers have obviously been warned and have not caused any noise.

A young man with a facial paralysis had a sword on his knee, wrapped in a cloth strip, and was checking the invitations of the people entering the village and letting them go one by one.

Fang Taike has been here for two days. This time, the viewing of the sword tomb is of great significance. In addition to proclaiming the return of Zhenjun Shilong, he also made a good relationship for Zhenjun Shilong. After all, rebirth of the soldiers will harm the harmony of the sky, and it is said that it will damage the practice.

Li Buzhuo led his horse over and handed the invitation to Fang Taike. Fang Taike looked at Li Buzhuo and said, "Here you come."

"Here you come." Li Buzhuo nodded.

"The true king's reincarnation body has entered the sword tomb, but the sword tomb has not yet been opened yet. Let's enter the village first, and someone will answer." Fang Taike returned the invitation to Li Buzhuo.

Li Buzhuo nodded and led his horse into the village. Before he could walk far, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy came over and said, "Did you just entered the village, right? Please come here."

Li Buzhuo then followed the boy into the village next to him. The boy said as he walked, "I heard that the sword tomb is about to be opened. You just need to wait in the village for a short time. By the way, my name is Fang Ranxing. What is your name?"

"Li Buzhuo." Li Buzhuo walked to the door and tied the emperor's blood horse. Fang Ranxing scratched his head in surprise: "This horse is too big, I'm afraid it can't be tied up."

Seeing that Li Buzhuo was afraid of the horse's neck, Ma calmly asked Ma to calm down. Fang Ranxing muttered: "I really envy Brother Buzhuo and Brother Tai Ke for being able to practice. Unfortunately, I didn't choose me when I first chose the sword servant, otherwise I could learn swords." He also said: "Brother Buzhuo, you are waiting in the village, and you must be careful of others. In recent days, I often see them fighting each other, and I am afraid you will be found here."

"What's going on?" Li Buzhuo asked in the house.

Fang Ranxing said: "I heard from other people that they want to compete for the quota of disciples of Zhenjun."

Li Buzhuo's heart moved.

I heard that most of the young Qi Refiners were invited to watch the ceremony. Chen Zhilong had no disciples in his life. Perhaps after he regained his cultivation in his previous life, he would accept a disciple among the crowd. But Li Buzhuo's purpose was not mainly this. He heard that the name of Shengxie Sword was only to have the opportunity to observe Shengxie Sword, and perhaps he could understand the will of the sword and deduce the method to a higher level.

At this time, someone came from outside. When Li Buzhuo went out, he saw that the movement was coming from the east of the village. He approached the past without hesitation. Under the old locust, a young man in Lan and a young man in green were holding swords, and he was about to compete for the victory or defeat.

Just listen to others:

"Whether the Lord of Zhilong is to accept disciples or not, why bother to make the sword tense?"

"What's wrong with this? There are so many heroes gathered in this small village. Even if Zhenjun Zhilong returns, he doesn't want to accept disciples after he returns, it's good to have a conversation and demonstrate each other's practice."

"It makes sense. This time, when you and I can see a semi-saint regain their cultivation, breaking through from the innate realm to the True Realm above the True Realm. It is a great opportunity to take this opportunity to demonstrate the practice of each other."

At this time, the boy in Lan and the boy in green set out to shoot together, and everyone immediately stopped talking. When others were discussing, even if they saw through the way they were talking nonsense, they were very unreasonable.

Li Buzhuo watched from the side and saw that both of them were qi-refining men in the Zhoutian Yuanrong Realm. They both made sense of their actions. They did not sacrifice their own gods, but the sword skills they showed were very exquisite and were not much inferior to Li Wuji who fought with him at the beginning. Now his Buyi Jiandao has achieved a small success, and it is easy to see the two of them. They can determine the victory and defeat in 70 rounds at a glance.

Sure enough, after seventy rounds, the young man in Lanshan picked up the enemy sword with one sword and said, "I'll look around and smile and said, "But there are still fellow Taoists who are dissatisfied, but it's okay to come and compete with me."

Li Buzhuo's eyes fell on the long sword in the hand of the boy Lanshan, and he couldn't help but press the sword scripture at the waist. The sword spirit fifteen came to a wave of sensing, and he noticed the spirituality in the long sword. He had no intention of participating in the competition before the sword tomb started, but if he defeated others, he could use his sword weapon to figure out the spirituality in it...

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Deep in Yiyou Mountain, ancient trees are towering in the sky, and huge overlapping tree canopies block the sunlight, making it dim and dull. The fallen leaves on the ground are extremely thick and rotten and soft. Chen Langzhen followed Fang Ahan and Fang Zangyu step by step, carefully avoiding the formation mechanism. Finally, he saw a stone gate that was only one person tall under a stone wall not far away.

There is no stele or plaque at the stone gate. Fang Zangyu stopped at the door and said to Chen Langzhen: "This is the Tomb of Shengxie Sword."

Chen Langzhen's expression moved slightly and murmured: "I seem to have been here..."

Fang Zangyu and Fang Ahan looked at each other and guarded the sword tomb for many years. They thought they could not wait for the reincarnation of the Zhenjun of Zhilong in this life, but a hint of excitement appeared in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

Especially when Fang Zangyu practiced the method in "Yihe Longtu", his life span was greatly damaged and there was no cure. If the True Lord returned, there would be a possibility of recovery.

The two pushed open the stone door.

The smell of rotten smell came, as if mixed with the smell of rotten animals. As the skylight shone, an old man who was withered and about to lie slowly looked up and looked at Chen Langzhen.

Chen Langzhen's hair stood slightly up. The old man seemed to be about to die in the next moment, but his eyes seemed to have a substantial sword intent, which made people feel cold.

"Old ancestor." Fang Zangyu and Fang Ahan saluted the old man together, and then added: "The person is here."

The ancestor of Fang family quietly looked at the dream-proficient Yilong picture in front of him, and defeated Fang Taike again. He showed that he was the reincarnated young man with a expressionless face. Fang Ahan and Fang Zangyu looked at each other. The ancestor followed the reincarnated Zhenjun throughout his life. How could he be so calm and indifferent when he saw the reincarnation of Zhenjun of Zhilong?

The ancestor of Fang waved his hand: "Hide fish, Ah Han, you go back."

The two of them left and closed the stone gate.

As the sky faded, the dark fire in the sword tomb spread out.

Chen Langzhen looked deep in the sword tomb. In the shadow, a sword was quietly lying on the stone platform, and the bloody smell that could not be removed came.

"No matter how good the sword is, it will gradually lose its spirituality if it is not used for many years. Before the True Lord returns, I use demon blood to wash the sword body every three days so that it will remain sharp." The ancestor of Fang clan said hoarsely.

Chen Langzhen glanced at him and walked towards the depths of the sword tomb. However, the ancestor of Fang clan said lightly: "Slow."

Chen Langzhen suddenly stopped.

If it were not forbidden to do so, he would never miss the opportunity to be in front of him, but when he heard the word "Slow", a piece of sword tip was already hanging on the back of his neck, and the cold sword tip made him get goosebumps.

The old man who was about to die had stood behind him at some point and said gloomyly: "What are you trying to be reincarnated as the True Lord?"

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