Zhou Yuantong had no time to dig into the cracks in the ground.

"Brother, brother...brother!"

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Ren Liu. He looked at Gu Han and stammered, "You, you, you, you... are you really... the sword... the sword's head?"

"Master."

Tangtang blinked and lowered his voice and said, "We have all been exposed, so we don't need to keep a low profile now, right?"

"Of course not."

Gu Han touched her head and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes!"

Tangtang's eyes lit up, she raised her head, her bangs flicked slightly, and her childish voice was full of pride.

"My master."

"It's the Xuantian Sword Head!"

"The Xuantian Domain belongs to my master, and everything here also belongs to my master!"

Gu Han was a little surprised.

He had never taught Tangtang the last sentence.

“Not bad, not bad!”

He is full

He thought, "Tangtang, you have a very high level of understanding, and you have already received three-thirds of my true inheritance from Master!"

"It's true, Master!"

Tangtang was overjoyed at first, and then encouraged himself, "You can't be proud. You can't be proud. I'm still far from Master!"

"What nonsense!"

"It's the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

The nearly crazy voice of the founder of the Xuanjian Sect came over again, "I don't know where this kid came from. Do you believe anything he says?"

"Where's the evidence! Show me the evidence!"

"The Xuantian sword leader can only be designated by the previous generation of sword leader himself, so what if he says yes? Everyone can say empty words!"

"..."

The four of them were breathing heavily and staring at Gu Han with red eyes. If they weren't unsure, they might have torn Gu Han into pieces.

Gu Han laughed again.

"No voucher."

"But there is something that can probably prove my identity. Do you want to see it?"

moment!

Not only the four great patriarchs, but everyone’s breathing became heavier!

There are countless sword cultivators in Xuantian Domain.

Everyone understands that there is only one thing that can prove the identity of the sword head!

That is...

Just thought of this.

But he saw Gu Han flipping his hand, and a small sword about an inch long, blue-gray in color, neither gold nor jade, had fallen into his hand.

The shape is simple and elegant.

Take a closer look.

Within the charm, there seems to be an endless flow of mysterious sword intent, with a faint hint of grandeur.

A moment!

The faces of the four great patriarchs turned pale!

"Xuan...Xuan Tian, ​​sword talisman?"

The voice was a little bitter, but more importantly, it was filled with loss, despair, and confusion.

They lived a long time.

He was also one of the thirty-six descendants of Xuantian.

To Xuantian Sword Talisman.

Of course they are no strangers!

In Gu Han's hand.
Chapter completed!