The murderer was killed, and the person who wanted to steal things was reincarnated.

Dugu Sword Saint, who is famous in the world, vividly told the disadvantages of stealing things to those who want to steal Ye Zhiqiu's things with his own death.

So those who had just arrived next to the sword tomb all trembled in their hearts, knowing that the world of the world has changed since then.

"The Sword Saint is the leader in the world for decades, and almost no one in the world is his opponent. Who is this person? How can he kill the Sword Saint like killing a chicken?"

Those who were able to come to the scene as soon as possible were all masters who used swords in the martial arts world. As soon as they arrived at the sword tomb, they were about to see the sword saint fighting with this existence holding the world's number one sword, and they found that the sword saint's aura disappeared.

Obviously, the Sword Saint is dead.

"I seem to have seen this person in the forbidden area of ​​our Sword Sect?"

The person who spoke was Jian Hui, the head of the Sword Sect. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu who stood calmly on the sword tomb and always felt that this person was particularly familiar.

Next to him was a young man, Jianhui's son Pojun. Hearing his father say this, he thought about it and shouted loudly: "Dad, it's not bad. Our disciples of the Sword Sect have to kowtow to a statue from the first day they entered the Sword Sect. That statue looks like this!"

"Could he have any connection with the founder of my Sword Sect?"

Jianhui also remembered this rule. It is rumored that the founder of the Sword Sect was the great sword master. The rule set by the great sword master was that in the future, the disciples of the Sword Sect had to kowtow to a statue and also told the statue about the understanding of sword skills and sword skills.

"How many generations of disciples are you from Feng?"

Ye Zhiqiu's figure appeared in front of Jianhui, looking at the head of the Sword Sect with interest.

Speaking of which, this guy should be considered his disciple, and the young man looked like Po Jun, a guy with extremely tragic and stupidity.

"I don't know the name of my senior, but I'm Jian Hui, the head of Xiajian Sect. Also, I don't know which senior I mentioned Feng, and who is the one I have, what is the relationship with my Sword Sect?"

When Ye Zhiqiu came over, Jianhui found that his sword path was almost suppressed and could not be used. He immediately realized that the existence in front of him was really a very terrifying guy, and immediately lowered his identity and saluted as a junior.

"Feng is my disciple. He was also the leader of the Feng clan back then. His swordsmanship was extremely talented and even surpassed me. After I taught him sword skills, he was better than blue than blue. Later, he founded a sect called the Sword Sect, and he was also respected as the Great Sword Master by later generations."

Ye Zhiqiu spoke slowly.

But Jianhui thought she had heard it wrong.

Not only Jianhui, but many of the swordsmen around were shocked when they heard Ye Zhiqiu say such words. If they had not yet laughed, they would have started to laugh.

"The Sword of Time is extremely terrifying. My disciples were no longer alive, but I still live forever. I don't know how many old friends there will be in this world in the next thousand years."

Ye Zhiqiu had a slight thought, and the sword world in his hand showed magic. Many sword intents rushed, restraining all the sword intents present.

Everyone in the field was sweating coldly and they never dared to laugh any more.

They could feel that when faced with this old antique that had been around for thousands of years, it would be difficult for them to take action. Even if they took action, their skills and tricks were restrained by the invisible sword intent around them.

"Old ancestor, you are still alive. Your disciples have paid homage to our ancestors."

When everyone present was as if they were fixed on the spot and didn't know what to say, Jianhui's son Pojun immediately knelt down and spoke to Ye Zhiqiu's ancestors. The joy, happiness and respect that Ye Zhiqiu almost thought that this guy was such a good bird.

But from the original work, Ye Zhiqiu knew that Jianhui's son Pojun was not a good bird. This guy was cruel by nature and was happy to hurt people. In his early years, he fought with "Wu Ming" for the secret technique of the Sword Sect "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" and formed hatred. He first poisoned Wuming's wife, defeated Wuming, and exchanged Yan Ying to seek the "Slaying Polang" style of Wushen Cult. He returned to the Central Plains twenty years later, in order to defeat Wuming, he successively killed Wuming's friend, and severely damaged Wuming's first servant, the Dragon King of the Seven Seas, and even persecuted Wuming's disciple Jian Chen. With "Salvation of Heart Seal", he gradually turned evil in his mind. The typical villain's minions were not even considered a big boss.

Of course, Pojun is still a teenager now, and his father is still alive, so his status is pretty good.

As the son of the head of a great sect who has been passed down for thousands of years, Pojun can almost walk around the world. No wonder he is not strong-hearted, arrogant, and even ignores everything.

"You're a little smart."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Po Jun who was kneeling on the ground and moved his heart, touching Po Jun's head with his hand, adding another magical power to his memory, and deleting some violently damaged memories.

This is exactly the power of the soul art.

"senior!"

Jianhui, who was standing beside him, didn't care about Ye Zhiqiu's seniority, for fear that this terrifying master would attack his son.

"Your son, who is unstable, will inevitably cause trouble. I passed on his Great Compassion Sword. Only with extreme compassion can the power of this sword technique be maximized. As for other things, he doesn't have to learn more. It's enough to learn this sword technique well."

Ye Zhiqiu spoke.

"Thank you, senior."

Jianhui was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to Ye Zhiqiu and then.

As a father, he didn't know his son's temper. But he saw that although his son was a bit naughty, he was just a minor problem, so he didn't restrain him much. After all, he was still a child. He would not have such high requirements for the child, and he would always learn well.

But now that this senior has made a move, he has no other way except to accept it.

That's good!

He was about to say a few more words of thanks, but the belt was fluttering not far away, and a peerless beauty flew from the sky in a white dress and fell in front of Ye Zhiqiu.

"You finally appeared again. You have been leaving for hundreds of years."

The one who spoke was Bai Suzhen. She looked at Ye Zhiqiu who was standing not far away, and her eyes seemed to be a little resentful.

"Where have you been going over the years? No matter how you look, you can't find you!"

Bai Suzhen walked past everyone, and a qi swept away everyone. She looked at Ye Zhiqiu carefully, as if she wanted to see something.

"I am very happy to be able to see an old friend. How are you doing these years?"

Ye Zhiqiu came to Bai Suzhen and looked at her carefully. This girl from the past is now hundreds of years old, but her skin is still shattered and her figure is very good. If she doesn't know the background, she would think this young girl.

"How could it be better if I haven't seen you?"

Bai Suzhen's words were gentle, but there seemed to be some resentment.

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"Eternal life is a hard time. There are many people in this world, but they are not fellow Taoists. How can I spend the long years?"
Chapter completed!