Liu Yao felt like a fool.

Is it all a coincidence?

Or are they teaming up to set up a trap to deceive themselves?

Liu Yao thought of his grandmother, who was deceived by the Silver Church and believed her deeply.

But...Liu Yao suddenly remembered that Zhang Shaoqin was his savior.

You saved your own life, so how could you set up a trap to deceive yourself?

Could it be that... what Zhang Shaoqin said is true?

His head was dizzy and confused like a tangle of threads.

At this time, the master of the Sanji Sect, who is also the master of the Sanji Martial Arts Hall, said: "You should be a descendant of the ancients. You have discovered the information left by your ancestors. Do you want to find that sword?"

The leader of the Sanji Sect expressed his guess.

Next to him, Liu Yao's eyes lit up.

Yes, that's definitely the case.

Maybe Zhang Shaoqin had read too much of the things left by his ancestors and was addicted to them, and he noticed something was wrong with his brain.

Zhang Shaoqin had seen a piece of news before, where a child was addicted to gun games.

In the game, the controlled character can jump from the window.

As a result, when the child saw the window, he climbed over it like in the game and died on the spot.

Liu Yao suspected that Zhang Shaoqin was in the same situation.

He felt a little sorry for Zhang Shaoqin's brain.

It is understandable that other children have poor discernment abilities.

You are an adult now!

Next to him, Zhang Shaoqin naturally didn't know what Liu Yao was thinking. Even if he knew, he wouldn't explain too much.

Regarding the words of the leader of the Sanji Sect, he did not refute, but said: "Can I borrow the letter and take a look?"

"The letter...is lost." Sanjimen sighed.

Zhang Shaoqin was stunned.

He instantly understood that after nearly two thousand years, he was lucky to be able to find the Sanji Gate.

"However, the content of that letter is recorded in our ancestral disk." The leader of the Sanji Sect said.

Zhang Shaoqin's face showed joy.

It would be great if I could find the master's sword.

"What is the ancestral disc?" Liu Yao was stunned.

"The royal family has a jade plate, and our Sanji Sect naturally has an ancestral dish." The leader of the Sanji Sect did not say much, but suggested, "Comrade, can we go with you?"

He was extremely curious about the founder of the Three Extremes Spiritual Fist.

Especially recently, Sanji Lingquan has become special and seems to be able to play a certain role.

He was a little confused and even more curious about the founder Mo Fengxue.

"Okay." Zhang Shaoqin said thoughtfully without refusing.

Beside him, Liu Yao opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't.

He felt that this matter was a bit outrageous.

However, he had specifically searched for this Sanji Martial Arts Hall before coming here. It was a large martial arts gym and was very famous in the martial arts circle.

Logically speaking, the leader of the Sanji Sect, not to mention a billionaire, but at least tens of millions, ran away with Zhang Shaoqin?

Everyone followed the Sanji Sect Master to a room, and the Sanji Sect Master turned on a computer.

"Nowadays, times are changing. Records in books and paper are easy to lose, so we have switched to electronic records.

Our ancestral disc has been passed down for thousands of years, and fully two-thirds of it is missing. Fortunately, the records about Patriarch Mo Fengxue are still there."

The master of the Sanji Sect began to search for keywords and then browsed.

His gaze paused.

"This is it," he said, pointing to the words above.

Zhang Shaoqin looked over immediately.

"It has been twenty years since I separated from you, and the years have passed without sighing.

The civet cat you picked up had died of old age, so I buried it in the tree you planted.

The crispy lotus root from Tingzhou you sent is very good. If you add some seasoning, it may taste even better, but it’s a pity that I don’t have a chance.”

The text is very ordinary and tells something about daily life.

There was no Mo Fengxue around Lin Ping, but there were traces of her everywhere.

"It seems that the ancestor admired your ancestor very much at that time." Xiaorou is tall and tall, but she is a girl after all and has a delicate mind.

"It's not my ancestor, it's my master." Zhang Shaoqin was obviously not that delicate, and was still struggling with Xiaorou's wrong wording.

Zhang Shaoqin focused his attention on the whereabouts of Lin Ping's sword.

He murmured, with a sharp look on his face: "In the Danjian Mountain, at the bottom of Qingxin Lake, the blood of the extreme spirit leads, and the Dao Sword appears."

"Danjian Mountain? I've never heard of this mountain." Liu Yao said.

"Compare the current map with the map from the Dahuang period, I know where it is!" Zhang Shaoqin said.

Danjian Sect is the master’s master.

Zhang Shaoqin naturally knew.

Danjian Sect is located in Danjian Mountain.

One day later.

The leader of the Sanji Sect, Xiaorou, Zhang Shaoqin, and Liu Yao went to Danjian Mountain.

Along the way, Xiaorou didn't listen to anything she said.

"Is the Three Extremes Spiritual Fist really that strong?"

"Yes, when Senior Mo Fengxue uses it, he can break wood with one punch.

For example, the thick tree in front of me can be broken with one punch.

pity……"

Zhang Shaoqin thought of seeing Mo Fengxue again. The differences had been eliminated. She was just like an ordinary woman. The calmness and confidence on her face disappeared, leaving only tranquility and gentleness.

"When the master used the Sanji Spiritual Fist, it was even more terrifying. One punch was enough to boil a pool of spring rain."

"The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes." Liu Yao shrugged, "It's not like I haven't heard of the martial arts circle.

If I remember correctly, there was news a few years ago that a master in the martial arts circle was kidnapped by three kidnappers. Finally, five million was found in his family before he was ransomed.

The person you just mentioned is not a warrior, but a superman.

Even the warriors in the movie "Heroes" are extremely exaggerated and cannot achieve this level."

Xiaorou looked thoughtful and finally agreed with Liu Yao's words.

After all, she is from the Chuanwu circle, and she is among the top ones.

In the Chuanwu circle, it has always been boasted to a great extent in the past.

But in fact, if you get into it carefully, you will find that it is just like that.

Powerful is powerful, but extremely limited.

"You have no idea how powerful I am." Zhang Shaoqin's eyes were full of awe.

His life was given by his master.

He has always regarded me as his father and master.

"If your master Lin Ping is so powerful, why don't you become the emperor yourself?" Liu Yao said with a smile.

He believed that after becoming powerful, he would become the emperor.

"Being an emperor, what can be better than pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts?" Zhang Shaoqin's eyes were filled with perseverance.

Shattering the void is the pursuit of every warrior.

Zhang Shaoqin also hopes that one day he can break the void and see his master again.

"Master, do you think it is better to be an emperor or to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts?" Liu Yao asked the master of the Sanji Sect.

The master of the Sanji Sect had a dull look on his face: "My pursuit in this life is to achieve great success in martial arts, so I choose... to be the emperor."

"I also want to be the emperor." Xiaorou smiled, "No matter how strong your martial arts is, you can't get stronger faster than you can."

Zhang Shaoqin looked at them and sighed in his heart.

He knows that martial arts in this world are not strong.
Chapter completed!