"..."

Everyone spoke one after another.

In his words, there was mostly a sense of regret and loss.

In the hearts of most sword cultivators in the world.

Xuantian Sword Sect is the holy land in their hearts, and Xuantian Sword Sect is their idol in their hearts!

Three thousand sword cultivators in the field.

There are no exceptions.

"What are you going to do!"

The old monk suddenly sneered and said, "I went there a hundred years ago, but the sword monument was controlled by the four major sects. I spent all my words and good words, just to take a look at the sword monument!"

"But what happened?

?”

"I was kicked out by them directly, and I was almost seriously injured by them!"

A few words.

Everyone who spoke was silent.

"Grandmaster Xuantian has a big mind and courage!"

The old monk sighed again, "If an important treasure like a sword tablet is placed in the hands of others, even your own son may not be able to take a look at it!"

"But he doesn't take it seriously!"

"He also made a promise that everyone in the world can watch sword cultivators. This rule has not changed in a hundred thousand years!"

Sword cultivators in the world respect the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Strength only accounts for part of the factor, and more is impressed by the magnanimity of Patriarch Xuantian and the previous sword masters!

"Oh!"

"Today's Xuantian Territory is so smoky that it is no longer the holy land in our hearts!"

To the end.

There was a hint of loneliness and regret in the old monk's voice.

"Brother Yuan!"

A middle-aged man glanced at the silent Yuan Zhengyang and asked curiously, "The Tenth Generation Swordshead, is he really your junior brother?"

"nonsense!"

Yuan Zhengyang glared, "Back then, in front of thousands of monks, my junior brother admitted that I was his senior brother! You...you know nothing!"

His life.

There are two things I am most proud of.

One was that he was taught the art of swordsmanship by Yun Jiansheng, and the other was that Gu Han recognized him as his senior brother.

Refuse to doubt!

No joke!

Gu Han is my junior brother, Yuan Zhengyang, whoever suspects that I am in a hurry!

Unprecedented.

Yuan Zhengyang rarely had a bad temper.

Swish, brush, brush!

Everyone glared at the middle-aged man and almost swarmed him and beat him up.

"Bastard!"

The old monk threatened, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you up!"

"I...just asked casually."
Chapter completed!