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Chapter 92 Sword(2/2)

It sounds like this old friend is going to draw his sword and fight him.

If this old friend drew his sword, it would be terrifying.

The last time the Sword Saint drew his sword, it must have happened twenty years ago.

Now that the Sword Saint draws his sword, I wonder how terrifying it is?

Even he may not be able to handle it.

"Fellow Taoist Tong!" Lu Yun looked at Tong Yuan and looked at Zhao Yun again.

"What's the matter with fellow Taoist?" Tong Yuan thought for a moment, suddenly realized, and laughed. "Fellow Taoist has abducted Cai Daru's daughter, and now he wants to abduct my disciple?"

“…”

Before Lu Yun could speak, he smiled again and continued to speak, but said to his disciple: "Yun'er, you have been here for several years. You have inherited 70% or 80% of the skills of being a teacher, and when it's time to go down the mountain."

"Master!" Zhao Yun was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly spoke. "The disciple only wants to serve the master!"

"How can a great young man hide in the world like me, the old man? You have your future." Tong Yuan shook his head, looked into the distance, feeling quite emotional, and comforted. "I have accepted three disciples in my life, Zhang Ren, the eldest disciple, known as the King of Guns of Xichuan! It is famous."

"The second disciple Zhang Xiu is Zhang Ji's nephew, known as the "King of the Northern Guns", and is constantly brave."

"Now Yun'er, you are my closed disciple. You have a very high understanding of martial arts and have learned the phoenix spear. There is a great possibility that you will be better than others in the future. Don't let your teacher down."

"The disciple must do his best to practice gun skills and not lose his face." Zhao Yun spoke out in a solemnly.

Tong Yuan nodded, his eyes full of appreciation, and he looked at Lu Yun. "This fellow Taoist is the prefect of Donghai County, Qingzhou. Yun'er, would you like to follow him?"

"Disciple...will!"

Zhao Yun thought about it and decided to follow Daoren Lu.

This is a reasonable thing.

This was not unexpected.

Only the strong are worthy of his followers and can make his martial arts go to the next level.

"Zhao Yun has met his lord!"

"Okay, okay!"

Lu Yun laughed.
Chapter completed!
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