Looking at the direction where the man in green disappeared, the woman in white stamped her feet angrily: "You idiot, even if you understand the true meaning of the sword art and can you understand the nine swords, can you pass on the nine swords with your current cultivation level?"

After saying this, the woman was about to follow the man in Qing to leave the secret realm of Shushan, but a figure blocked her way.

When the woman saw this figure, the woman's body suddenly froze and she quickly bowed to the person who came and said, "Disciple has seen Master!"

The woman in white is named Murong Xue, who was once the most proud disciple of Xuanyuan Wudi, the master of Jiange Pavilion in Shushan.

And she only has one master in her life, and she is Xuanyuan Wudi.

No one had ever thought that Xuanyuan Wudi, who was framed by Long Yao and fell into the void with Chu Tiannan, had already returned to the earth. Not only that, his cultivation level had reached an unfathomable level.

No one knows what kind of strength this former kendo man has now.

"You are going too?" Xuanyuan Wudi glanced at his most doting disciple and said softly.

"I..." Murong Xue didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"I, a sword monk, do not seek immortality, but only seek to achieve success with one sword. He does this better than you..." Xuanyuan Wudi sighed softly.

Murong Xue lowered her head.

"If you want to go, go!" Looking at Murong Xue with a rosy face, Xuanyuan Wudi muttered softly.

"Thank you, Master!" Murong Xue respectfully bowed to Xuanyuan Wudi, turned around and flew into the sky.

Xuanyuan Wudi didn't say anything else, but just took out an ancient long sword from his body, threw it into the sky, and instantly sank into Murong Xue's body.

Murong Xue trembled all over and turned around to thank her master again, but found that Xuanyuan Wudi's figure had gradually dissipated.

Murong Xue burst into tears in an instant. She knew that the sword was the master's sword soul and the master's lifelong hard work.

...

Longteng Kingdom, the South China Sea!

On an unknown island.

A little girl in her teenage years old was stepping on the beach barefoot, slamming the waves at the rushing face. Not far behind her, two men and one woman surrounded a rock, watching the little girl practicing boxing in the sea while whispering something.

"The news is confirmed?" The one who spoke was the slender woman with long silver hair.

"Well, it's absolutely true!" The tall man nodded.

"Since that's the case, what are we waiting for? We couldn't accompany our boss to the Sith Empire last time. This time we can't let the boss face those guys alone!" The man who was more than ten feet tall clenched his fists and snorted coldly.

"We've all gone, what should I do if Meng Dan?" the silver-haired woman said in embarrassment.

Both men were embarrassed. At this moment, the originally calm sea surface suddenly surging. The three of them turned their heads and looked at them and saw the girl walking quickly, rushing into the middle of the sea. With one hand, a huge wave formed out of thin air, turning into a figure of a hundred feet high, with a human face and a snake body, and a two-dragon foot. The little girl jumped and stood on the head of the figure, a powerful aura spread out.
Chapter completed!