Chapter 1669: Aodong Building

East from the sword palace, above the sword mountain.
The man stands with his hands behind and looks into the distance.
On the Sword Mountain, the wind is hunting, making his clothes rustle and his hair fluttering.
But, it can't be blown away... the dark sting color on his face and the spiteful light in his eyes.
"As soon as I learned that you are in the Far East, I rushed from the palace."
"You...but don't even give me a chance to say a few words..."
The man gritted his teeth and said, without even realizing that his fists were already clenched.
Next to him, the old man looked angrily, "She Shengyuezong is the secluded Sejong Sect, and our Beiyin Palace is also a secluded family.
"If it weren't the evil beast of Huanyue Tianluan, Xiao Yiyi in a mere trivial area, what would it be..."
The old man said angrily, but he could not finish his words.
A pair of cold eyes stopped his words.
"The son." The old man looked at the man, his body trembled suddenly.
That cold look came from the man.
"I forgot." The man's voice was extremely cold.
"Who gave you the qualification to shoot her?"
"A mere four-fold legend. In the early stage, is your confidence?"
"My son, I..." The old man's complexion changed, even showing a panic expression, and he bowed quickly.
laugh…
In the air, a cold light flashed by.
The panic on the old man's face freezes.
Gu Lulu...
The head just fell and rolled several meters on the ground.
The old man actually separated his body at this moment.
Next to the man, a figure appeared out of thin air.
The figure is a middle-aged man, standing on one knee, "Master."
"Shadow slave, doing a good job." The man said, his expression still cold.
"No one can shoot her in front of me."
The man's gaze looked into the distance again, and a trace of depression flashed across Bai Ze's face, and...repressive jealousy.
After a while, the man lowered his head and glanced at the middle-aged man.
"Shadow slave, go get that kid's head and return it to me."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man still stood on one knee, raised his head slightly, and frowned.
"My son, Shuying slave speaks frankly."
"The young man, a talented man, why bother with a little girl, and even mess around."
"At this moment, if this causes waves..."
"Shadow slave." The man interrupted suddenly, "I know what you want to say."
"The Eight Palaces have long meant to check and balance our hidden family."
"It's just that the eight palaces of the past, with the same energy, can stabilize the mainland, and no one dares to make a mistake."
"The eight halls of today have already fallen apart. I am not afraid of them in Beiyin Palace."
The middle-aged man said solemnly, "That kid, after all, is the successor of the two halls of Shura and Fengsha."
"if…"
"Forget it." The man, with a trace of dissatisfaction flashing across his face, flicked his sleeves.
"Then save his life for a while."
"Follow me back to the palace."
The man retracted his gaze looking into the distance and turned around, his face full of anger.
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.
"However, did you not take part in tomorrow's competition? The tomb of the ancient emperor will open after more than a month?"
"No need." The man shook his head, "Competition is just a trivial matter. I'm here, just want to see her."
"As for the tomb of the ancient emperor, heh." The man sneered.
"The tomb of the ancient emperor has been opened every 15 years. The result is the same every time it is opened. It doesn't matter whether you participate or not."
The middle-aged man frowned, "This generation of young Tianjiao is the most enchanting generation."
"The tomb of the ancient emperor may have accidents."
"No." The man shook his head, "The tomb of the ancient emperor, no one can break the game alone, no matter how good it is."
"Let's go."
Swish...wish...wish...
Headed by the man, a group of people, Yukong flew away.
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The Far East, an hour later.
Swish...wish...wish...
A stream of flame travels across space.
A few minutes later.
"Dongli Sword Palace, it's here." High in the sky, Xiao Yi said to himself.
Ziyan fire wings flicked and fell from the sky.
Time, as he expected, came to the Far East. At most ten days, there was exactly one day left.
Tomorrow is when the competition between the major forces begins.
In addition, if he hadn't encountered the first cloud and other three people on the road before, he could still come to Dongli Sword Palace more than an hour earlier.
Dongli Sword Palace is the overlord force here in the Far East.
At the same time, the competition among the major forces is also held here.
Whoosh...
Xiao Yi descended from the sky, and under the vibration of the purple flame fire wings, a large wave of fire surged around.
Swish...wish...wish...
A dozen old men jumped out of the sword palace in an instant.
After that, there were sword palace warriors surging.
"Who is the one who dare to come to our Dongli Sword Palace presumptuously?" The dozens of elders headed by, drew out their swords, with an astonishing and fierce imposing manner.
"Thirteen peerless." Xiao Yi glanced at the dozen or so old men and nodded.
Dongli Sword Palace is not a place to wait.
Xiao Yi came swiftly, and when he fell, it caused a large fire wave, which naturally attracted the attention of the people in the sword palace.
Xiao Yi just wanted to answer.
Within the sword palace, a sharp voice suddenly came out.
"Dignified Ziyan Yixiao, come here, the old man has missed far to welcome him."
Whoosh... a figure came out of the sword palace.
"What a fierce sword spirit." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank slightly.
In almost an instant, Xiao Yi was able to judge that the man's kendo attainments were unfathomable.
Whoosh... Jian Qi came in an instant.
The five-colored rings in Xiao Yi's hand condensed in an instant, and a beast hand came out.
boom…
A heavy punch of flames blasted out.
Sword Qi instantly collapsed.
But the flame also dissipated under the sword aura.
The sword aura and flames dissipated at the same time, and an old man stood there with his hand holding his hand, looking at Xiao Yi with a faint smile on his face.
"Zi Yan Yi Xiao, he really lives up to his reputation." The old man arched his hands.
Xiao Yi also arched his hands, "Presumably, your Excellency is the lord of Donglijian Palace, Aodonglou."
Dongli Sword Palace, one of the three largest sword palaces in the world.
Aodong Tower is the master of Dongli Sword Palace, a peerless sword repairer who has become famous hundreds of years ago.
He is different from the peak sword repairers such as Elder Yun Yuan and Deacon Taboo.
Elder Yun Yuan, Deacon Yu, and others were several generations younger than him.
Therefore, Aodonglou is not a pinnacle sword repairer in the world, but it is a peerless sword repairer who has been famous for many years, and its reputation is even greater.
"Zi Yan Yi Xiao?" The elders and disciples of the sword palace all around showed shocked expressions.
With curious eyes, they all stared at Xiao Yi.
"Is this Ziyan Yi Xiao who is so mysterious in the rumor?"
"Most half a month ago, he broke through a hundred thousand evil cultivation, and even the poisonous robe was almost killed by him? Was he so young?"
"Haha." Aodonglou smiled and walked slowly to the side of Xiao Yi.
"Vice-Hall Master Yi Xiao, come from afar, first follow the old man into the sword palace, please."
Aodonglou made a gesture of ‘please’.
"There is work." Xiao Yi arched his hands.
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