Fan Wuchen's words made Fan Wujie stunned for a moment, and then a loud laugh sound came from his mouth, echoing loudly in the entire Ten Thousand Sword Hall.

After a while, Fan Wujie stopped laughing and said disdainfully: "I admit that Luo Yun does have some tricks, but with his strength, it is impossible for him to steal spiritual veins and cultivation resources without anyone knowing it."

"This Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is shrouded in the sword formation. You know the power of these sword formations without saying anything. Not to mention Luo Yun, even you cannot force yourself to break through, let alone steal secretly."

After Fan Wujie finished speaking, he saw that Fan Wuchen was still suspicious and couldn't help but sneer. He walked to Fan Wuchen's face, opened his right hand and revealed a gray-black sword seal.

"This is..." Fan Wuchen was stunned.

"When Luo Yun left Wanjian Pavilion, I planted a sword seal on him, and could grasp his whereabouts anytime and anywhere. During his experience, I did not feel that he had returned to Wanjian Pavilion." Fan Wujie said confidently, without any notice that the sword seal he was proud of was broken by Chu Xingyun from the beginning.

"It's still the Pavilion Master who has the foresight."

Such words made Fan Wuchen give up this idea. He paused for a while and asked again: "Since the Pavilion Master has planted the sword seal long ago, why not directly track Luo Yun's whereabouts?"

"Since Luo Yun entered the Ancient Star Secret Realm, this sword seal has lost its effectiveness. No matter how I activate it, it cannot resonate. It must be that the strange phenomenon of the heaven and earth in the Ancient Star Secret Realm has destroyed the integrity of the sword seal." Fan Wujie sighed and said. He also wanted to use the sword seal to track Chu Xingyun's whereabouts. However, the sword seal has been destroyed and there is no movement at all.

Fan Wuchen sighed in disappointment and sighed: "I thought that after Luo Yun won the championship, Wanjian Pavilion would usher in the day of its rise. Unexpectedly, so many things happened in just a few days."

"Indeed, these things happened too suddenly and were unexpected." Fan Wujie closed his eyes slightly, opened them, swept the helplessness on his face, and said indifferently: "No matter what, Luo Yun finally helped us get the position of the leader of the Six Sects."

"Although his whereabouts are unknown now, the initiative in resource allocation belongs to us. As long as we make good use of these ten years, our Wanjian Pavilion will still rise strongly!"

Fan Wujie's words were very confident and full of incitement, which made Fan Wujie feel helpless and no longer depressed and worried.

As for encountering Lin Tianchong in Holy Star City, Fan Wujie did not mention it.

In his eyes, Lin Tianchong's appearance was just a coincidence and had nothing to do with Chu Xingyun, and it was even more impossible for Chu Xingyun to be his helper.

In view of this, since he returned to Wanjian Pavilion, he completely forgot about Lin Tianchong's existence, and regarded the latter as a hidden powerhouse traveling around the world, and did not remember it in his heart.

The two continued to talk for a long time. After Fan Wuchen left, Fan Wujie did not leave. He stood quietly in the center of the hall, raised his head, his eyes flashing with his splendor, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

The sun sinks to the west, and a bright moon slowly floats into the center of the night sky.

The night fell, covering the entire Wanjian Pavilion, eliminating the hustle and bustle of the day, and allowing everyone to fall asleep quietly.

At this time, Fan Wujie's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the sword light flashed past, instantly cutting through the silence of the night.

He raised his head and looked at Yeqiong, then his figure flashed and ran away from the Ten Thousand Swords Hall.

What makes people feel strange is that Fan Wujie's behavior is very careful. His figure is flashing, and he is even more cautious in hiding his own breath, just like a ghost, floating silently in the dark night.

Finally, he came under a cliff.

Fan Wujie carefully glanced around and saw that no one was following him, so he let out a deep breath. His right palm flipped, and a sword shadow flashing with a hazy light appeared.

This sword shadow was like clouds, as if it would disappear anytime and anywhere. As soon as it touched the rugged cliff, the hazy sword light easily penetrated into the cliff. At the same time, a dazzling halo penetrated out of the mountain wall and appeared in front of Fan Wujie.

Fan Wujie did not hesitate and walked towards the halo. When his figure completely disappeared into the halo, the halo suddenly disappeared, and the entire cliff also returned to its original appearance.

After entering the halo, Fan Wujie suddenly felt a lit up in his eyes. After a moment, the light gradually faded away.

In his vision, an open and flat ground appeared, and thick mist floated in the void. At first glance, it was like a fairyland, with a mysterious feeling everywhere.

But on the flat ground, the scenery is definitely different.

I saw that the vast and vast plains were inserted into the swords, either heavy swords, beautiful swords, or long swords. The number was so huge that it was like a forest, lying everywhere, and there was no end at all.

There seems to be no creature in this space, desolate, chaotic, nothing, there is no sun or moon in the void, only countless thousands of sword weapons.

Fan Wujie seemed to be no stranger to this place, so he stepped forward directly.

In front of him, on the desolate land, a sword of heaven was inserted there, like an eternal existence, piercing through the clouds and breaking the sky, and standing here.

The sword of Lingtian was filled with endless sword intent of light, as if this sword was the incarnation of light, extreme and eternal. Just one look, it seemed as if you could feel an extreme sword light rising into the sky, about to destroy the sky.

And below the Lingtian Sword, there was a stone platform standing. On the stone platform, a middle-aged man, wearing white clothes and carrying a sword, was sitting cross-legged. His existence gave people a very strange feeling, as if it did not exist, and had already merged into the sword light.

If Chu Xingyun was here, he would have recognized this man at first sight when he saw the middle-aged man in white. This man was the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword.

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man in white, Fan Wujie's pace slowed down a lot. When he walked to the stone platform, as the lord of Wanjian Pavilion, he actually bowed slightly and said indifferently: "I'll visit late at night, I hope the ancestor will forgive me."

In the past, the legendary ancient sword fought with the Black Hole Heavy Sword. After being defeated, the sword spirit was afraid of the power of the Black Hole Heavy Sword, so he abandoned the sword body and fled, and created the Wanjian Pavilion.

To a certain extent, the sword spirit is the first master of Wanjian Pavilion, and it is natural that Fan Wujie calls him the ancestor.

"Such big thing happened in Wanjian Pavilion, it's understandable that you came late at night." The middle-aged man in white opened his eyes, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

He said: "Since I founded Wanjian Pavilion, I have been guarding the sword tomb alone and silently guarding Wanjian Pavilion. But this incident is quite strange, and even I have not found the thief."

"Even the ancestor can't see through it. Could it be that the thief is the powerful Martial Emperor?" When Fan Wujie heard this, he was immediately panicked.

The middle-aged man in white clothes is the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword. He is extremely powerful and is the ultimate light. He can avoid his investigation and steal the thief for a large number of people, probably the only one who is the strong Martial Emperor.

"I don't know if the Martial Emperor is strong, but I know who steals the spiritual veins." The middle-aged man in white paused, his face suddenly became solemn, and said: "It seems to be a python, which is pitch black all over and looks very ordinary, but this python can feed on the spiritual veins and can also turn into spiritual veins to distort the real ones."

"Can you still turn into spiritual veins by feeding on spiritual veins?" Fan Wujie felt incredible, but he knew that middle-aged man in white would never deceive him. There were such strange spirit beasts in the world, and this was the first time he heard it.

"Since the ancestor found this python, why didn't he take action and kill it on the spot?" Fan Wujie restrained his shock and looked at the middle-aged man in white with confusion.
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