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Fan Wujie took a breath of cold air.

As the leader of Wanjian Pavilion, he has a deep understanding of the middle-aged man in white.

Now this place is the legendary sword tomb. Since the founding of Wanjian Pavilion, it has existed here. Billions of sword weapons have stood here, and it has been through thousands of years, and the sword intent has lasted forever.

It is precisely because of this sword tomb that the middle-aged man in white recasted the legendary ancient sword. The amazing Lingtian sword in front of him is the recast legendary ancient sword. Its power is so powerful that it cannot be described in words. It slashes the sky and the earth, and it is unblocked by a sword.

However, the middle-aged man in white told Fan Wujie that he saw the thief with his own eyes, but because the other party was very famous, he did not dare to take action, so he could only watch the spiritual veins being stolen.

If it weren't for listening to it with your own ears, Fan Wujie would even think he was dreaming!

Fan Wujie's expression made the middle-aged man in white embarrassed. He cleared his throat and changed the topic: "That python swallowed all the spiritual veins, and it must never happen again. Let's go through this matter like this. By the way, what is the result of this Six Sect Competition? Why didn't I feel the breath of Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng?"

"These two are both geniuses that are rare in a thousand years, and they are also the two I am most optimistic about. As long as they can continue to practice smoothly, the realm of the Martial Emperor is just around the corner!"

The middle-aged man in white was not stingy with praise, but Fan Wujie's face looked a little ugly, and he bowed and said, "Go back to the ancestor, Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng have gained something in this competition of the six sects. They both broke through to the Yin-Yang realm. Luo Yun became famous in one battle with his extremely strong strength and successfully won the position of leader."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in white lit up his eyes, but he was not happy for long. Fan Wujie sighed: "But after the Six Sects Competition ended, Luo Yun was proud of his talent and took advantage of my return to Wanjian Pavilion to kill two sword masters in one fell swoop, and he spoke to deceive Baili Kuangsheng. The two of them fled for fear of crime and have not yet fallen."

"Not only that, the outer gate of Wanjian Pavilion, dominated by Luo Yun, was completely disrupted. It took me a long time to suppress public anger. Otherwise, Wanjian Pavilion would probably fall apart."

"This is actually happening!" The middle-aged man in white opened his eyes wide, and his originally energetic eyes immediately became dull.

He leaned against the platform, stared at Ling Tian's sword full of regret, and sighed: "Since I recast the legendary ancient sword, I have been constantly looking for a suitable inheritor, but no matter how I searched for it, the final result was not satisfactory."

"In the decades when you were the lord of the Pavilion, many geniuses have emerged in Wanjian Pavilion, but those who are injured and those who are dead will not be able to die well. It is rare for Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng to appear, but these two people fled for fear of guilt..."

The middle-aged man in white sighed loudly, and Fan Wujie stood aside without saying a word, but just stood quietly.

After a moment, the middle-aged man in white finally stopped speaking. Fan Wujie stood up again and said respectfully: "Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng are not weak in talent, but they are cunning in nature. If they inherit the legendary ancient sword, they will only shame the ancestor. Fortunately, the leader of the six sects competition will be famous in Wanjian Pavilion, which will give Wanjian Pavilion the right to allocate resources."

"As the head of Wanjian Pavilion, I will definitely make proper use of these resources and constantly cultivate geniuses and monsters, so that the ancestor can find a suitable inheritor as soon as possible!"

Speaking of this, Fan Wujie knelt on one knee, acting extremely respectful, but his deep down eyes flashed with a cold light, full of disdain and mocking.

The middle-aged man in white did not see these expressions. He stretched out his hand and slowly helped Fan Wujie up, nodded and said, "I feel relieved to leave this matter to you, but you still have to pay more attention to Luo Yun and don't give up."

"Of course!" Fan Wujie bowed and nodded again, retreated, and slowly left the sword tomb.

Rumble!

Above the cliff, a dazzling halo appeared again, and Fan Wujie's figure walked out of the halo. When the halo disappeared, the expression on his face suddenly changed, no respect, no excitement, only deep sarcasm.

"What a thousand-year-old sword spirit, in the final analysis, is just a coward who is greedy for life and fears death. He has been hiding in Wanjian Pavilion for thousands of years, and is in panic all day long, fearing that he will lose and be injured again."

"After recasting the legendary ancient sword, on the surface, you are constantly looking for a suitable inheritor, but in fact, you are just afraid of your enemies coming to find a poor scapegoat."

Fan Wujie looked at the cliff that returned to normal, and his words and deeds all showed strong sarcasm. He served as the lord of Wanjian Pavilion for many years and had long seen through the thoughts of middle-aged man in white.

He grinned and sneered: "For decades, whenever you find a suitable inheritor, I will take action secretly and kill him quietly. In this case, I will be able to control the legendary ancient sword forever, and you will also rely on me to be born."

"You are as stupid as you, you actually thought I would work hard, but you didn't know that you had been playing around with me. Even if Luo Yun and Baili Kuangsheng did not escape, they would die at my hands!"

Fan Wujie almost vented his words, and roared out without a single word. These words were hidden in his heart for many years and had never been revealed to anyone.

In the eyes of others, what he did was for the sake of rights and for the name of the Lord of Wanjian Pavilion, but it was not the case.

What Fan Wujie really wants is not the name of the Pavilion Master, but the legendary ancient sword.

It is precisely because of this that he has been continuously assassinating geniuses and completely controlling Wanjian Pavilion. He wants to control everything in his hands and does not allow any clues or mistakes.

"However, today's sword spirit seems to be a bit strange in words and deeds. He has emphasized Luo Yun many times. It seems that it is still not enough to just smear this person. It is best to kill him, so that the delusion of the sword spirit can be completely eliminated..."

Fan Wujie recalled every word that the middle-aged man in white said. While thinking, he left the place. His mind churned and began to think about countless things.

Also troubled by thoughts is the leader of the ancient Xingchen Sect, Gu Fanxing.

At this moment, he was standing in the Star Hall, with his hands behind him, paced back and forth, sometimes raising his head to look out the door, releasing a strong sense of worry.

In comparison, Liu Wentian was quite calm and sipped tea lightly, with an extremely chic and casual expression.

At this moment, a starlight suddenly came from outside the Star Hall.

The starlight burst into pieces, and the arrival was Liu Guqiong. He wore a black suit. As soon as he entered the Star Hall, he strode to Gu Fanxing, but he heard Gu Fanxing say first: "What is the specific situation?"

"After two days of rectification, all the elites of the Ancient Star Sect have been assembled, with a total of 130,000 people, including two people in the Nirvana Realm, eighteen people in the Yin-Yang Realm, four thousand and five hundred people in the Tianling Realm, and the rest are in the Earth Spirit Realm." Liu Guqiong's speech was a little sigh when he answered.

In this competition of the six sects, the Ancient Star Sect suffered particularly heavy losses, especially the high-end combat power, which was even more damaged. Otherwise, the number would not be so thin.

"Since the assembly is over, let's go!" Gu Fanxing couldn't wait, so he rushed out of the Star Palace and came to the high altitude of the Holy Star City.

Although it was late at night, under the illumination of the stars, the Holy Star City was as bright as daytime. There were countless figures standing in the city, all of which exuded a grand aura and were full of fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!