Chapter 237: Practice sword! See no one! (Three/four)

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After entering the main hall, he could clearly feel that Biyue's floating breath was slowly recovering, and it was no longer the checkmate state when he used his pulse to continue his life.
How to say it, if you compare the original Biyue Floating to a crumbling bridge. The current state is that workers suddenly came to the bridge, and they are slowly strengthening it so that it will not collapse again.
This is a good beginning.
It was something that the Biyue family had not done for more than 30 years.
This kind of result was something he didn't expect from this trip. It should be regarded as the unexpected joy of his trip.
The death of Hadron is not so meaningless.
"Ancestor!"
Lu Ye tried to scream softly.
Biyue Piaoling did not agree, but turned her head and glanced at him.
Lu Ye was naturally satisfied, and immediately said to Zhao Yi: "Can you take me to see your suzerain?"
"This is acceptable."
He wasn't sure if the Sect Master had time, but he nodded and agreed.
"Well, young master, you and I will meet with Sect Master Wen and ask about the specific situation of the ancestor."
"I mean the same."
Bi Yueyi nodded, and after sitting Biyue Piaoling upright, followed Zhao Yi to the dormitory area. As they walked, the two came to talk about the Sun family.
The Sun family of Zimo Lake, a pseudo-three-star force, once belonged to the Biyue family and fought together in the North and South. Later, for unknown reasons, the Sun family left the Biyue family, and since then they have stayed away from each other.
As for the reason?
It is rumored that the first ancestor of the Biyue family betrayed the ancestor of the Sun family, causing the fall of the Sun family's Profound Realm.
It's just that it's true or false, it's not known.
"Senior Lu Ye, who do you think the Sun family are here for?"
"It should be from the ancestor. They found it all the way here. It is unlikely that they would come to assassinate the young master. The only possibility is that they came from the ancestor, and we happened to be their guide. "
"It makes sense."
...
The two of you glanced at me and said, passing by the kitchen, they saw rows of moon trees.
"This is the Moonlight Tree?"
Lu Ye was shocked.
The same is true for Bi Yueyi.
They had really seen a moonlight tree, but the scene of a row of moonlight trees in the past was really strange.
Zhao Yi didn't seem to hear the words of the two of them, and continued to walk forward in strides.
After arriving in the dormitory area, Zhao Yi asked Huanshan, who had just returned to the dormitory area, and knew that the lord was there.
Zhao Yi said, "Two seniors, please wait here."
"Ok."
Bi Yueyi nodded.
Lu Ye's gaze fell on the deep pool with a slightly serious expression. It was not until Zhao Yi returned that he took his gaze away.
I dare not say the thoughts in my heart!
Because it is amazing.
Zhao Yi said: "The Sect Master said that he was not free, so let the two go straight down the mountain. By the way, the Sect Master asked me to tell the two seniors that if I still need it tomorrow, I will bring ten more white crystals to the Immortal Sect to get medicine.
"This is the first time the old man has closed doors." After hearing this, Lu Ye smiled helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh.
Bi Yueyi did not reluctantly changed his body and prepared to leave, "Since Sect Master Wen does not want to see us, then see you tomorrow. Help me convey a word to Sect Master Wen, and I will come back to get the medicine at noon tomorrow."
Bi Yue shifted and left.
Lu Ye followed closely behind.
Going to the main hall with Biyue floating on his back, he went down the mountain.
When the two are gone, let's talk about Wen Ping.
After two or three hours of baptism, Yu Jianshu had a rough shape in Wen Ping's mind, and there was still some distance from the beginning. But it's tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
Zhao Yizhe returned and said: "Sect Master, I have brought you the words, and they will come back to get the medicine tomorrow."
"Ok."
Wen Ping nodded, as if watching Feijian continue to "froze"-with the intention of letting Feijian float at the minimum.
Zhao Yi didn't say anything, turned around and left, but then listened to Wen Ping's words, "If anyone else is looking for me, I will always say that I don't see anyone. Remember, don't let anyone in and disturb me."
Zhao Yimingwu nodded.
Before leaving, he paid more attention to the scene when the Sect Master was staring at the sword.
What are you practicing?
With doubts, Zhao Yi took the broom and started sweeping the trash in the dormitory area.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yi felt that he was sweeping the floor right here.
Headed by the newly joined Elder Zhantai, five or six people came to the dormitory area with the purpose of finding the suzerain. Among their discussions, Zhao Yi could hear that they were for the new Nirvana House.
Zhao Yi quickly stopped a few people, "Elders, the Sect Master is inside, but the Sect Master said he didn't see anyone."
"Not seeing anyone?"
Several people were shocked.
Qin Shan couldn't help but asked, "Zhao Yi, what is Sect Master Wen doing inside?"
Zhao Yi answered, "It seems to be practicing sword."
After stopping Zhao Yi's ears, Qin Shan became even more puzzled, "Practicing swords? Why did Sect Master think of practicing swords again?"
Swordsmanship is not something that can be practiced overnight, it requires years of accumulation and practice.
Qin Shan sighed, "It seems that there is no way to enter the Nirvana room today, so let's wait until tomorrow."
"We are business, can't we see you?" Zhan Tai Qingxuan asked again quickly.
Zhao Yi shook his head, "Sect Master Wen said that no matter what, no one will be seen."
Yun Liao took the words and said, "Elder Zhantai, you didn't know when you first came here. The Sovereign has a time to sleep in the morning. Now I have added another practice time. You can only wait to enter Nirvana again. Tomorrow is coming."
"Can't sleep time be interrupted?"
Zhan Tai Qingxuan didn't know what to say.
Sleep is more important than sect affairs?
Just when Zhan Tai Qingxuan felt helpless for Wen Ping's actions, Qin Shan on the side spoke.
"Seriously, swordsmanship is not as good as fire dragon art."
"Fire dragon art is powerful, let's go." Yu Mo didn't say anything, swordsmanship is not as good as fire dragon art.
He must admit this.
So... what sword is Sect Master Wen practicing?
...
Time passed, and the night went into the blink of an eye.
At this moment, on the Extreme Mountain, because the secret realm has opened up in the past few days, there are too many things to deal with, and Murong Qing is still staying in Fengyuan City.
Suddenly, he rode straight into the extreme mountain.
No one stopped.
The man went straight outside the main hall, and immediately asked to see Han Feiye.
At this moment, Han Feiye and Murong Qing were working on a new round of secret book search plan. When he heard that his confidant had returned, he quickly let him in, and asked as soon as he opened his mouth, "Young Sect Master, have you found him."
After going out for so long~EbookFREE.me~Should we have all the materials for the swirl map?
It's time to come back.
But the next moment, that person's words calmed Han Feiye, "Sect Master, Young Master is probably dead."
Han Feiye immediately said coldly: "Nonsense! If it's nonsense, you can go to death."
A person suddenly came to tell you that your son is dead.
Who believes this?
The man knelt on the ground immediately, his head was about to spray to the floor tiles, "Sect Master, it is true, the Young Sect Master disappeared after entering Cangwu City. According to the investigation of the humble position, the Immortal Sect had friction with the Young Master ."
Immediately afterwards, the person slowly explained the original friction caused by the wood quicksand in Fangshi.
(My calf hurts my heart (I don’t know if anyone has ever lived like me)... Two and a half hours squeezed out 2000 words. I’m here first tonight. It’s too painful... The Yunnan Baiyao I wiped hasn’t worked yet. I’m tomorrow morning. Get up early in the morning to write.)