In the words, there are mostly regrets, loss and sighs.

In the hearts of most sword cultivators in the world.

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

Three Thousand Sword Cultivators in the Field.

No exception.

"What to go!"

The old monk suddenly sneered and said, "I have been there a hundred years ago, but the sword monument was controlled by the four major sects. I tried my best to speak and say all the good things, just want to take a look at the sword monument!"

"How can it be turned out?"

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

Some words.

Everyone was silent.

"The ancestor Xuantian has a big mind and a great spirit!"

The old monk sighed again: "A treasure like a sword monument is placed in the hands of others. I am afraid that even my own son may not be allowed to take a look!"

"But he doesn't value it!"

"I even made a promise that everyone can observe the sword cultivator in the world. This rule has not changed for 100,000 years!"

The worldly sword cultivators respect Xuantian Sword Sect.

Strength only accounts for part of the factor, but more of it is impressed by the demeanor of the ancestor Xuantian and the sword leader!

"Oh!"

"The Xuantian Realm is now in a mess, and it is no longer the holy place in our hearts!"

At the end of the day.

The old monk's voice was filled with a hint of loneliness and regret.

"Brother Yuan!"

A middle-aged man glanced at Yuan Zhengyang without saying a word and said curiously: "Tenth Generation Sword Head, is it really your junior brother?"

"nonsense!"

Yuan Zhengyang glared, "In front of thousands of monks, my junior brother personally admitted that I am his senior brother! You... you know nothing about it!"

His life.

There are two things that are the most proud of.

One is that Yun Jiansheng was instructed by swordsmanship, and the other is that Gu Han recognized him as his senior brother back then.

Reject suspicion!

Refuse to joke!

Gu Han is my junior brother of Yuan Zhengyang. Whoever doubts me and who is anxious!

Forever.

Yuan Zhengyang rarely got into a bad temper.

Brush!

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

"Boy!"

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

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