Chapter 987

"Eternal" the disciple has nothing else to ask for. Only the master can promise his disciples that they can go to Zhenjian tower to grind their swords. Life or death depends on the destiny of heaven. " Fang Ping once again grabbed the ground with his head, and then said to the old man.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong!"

Fang Ping's forehead was thumping, his face was full of pleading color, and the whole person's breath became depressed.

"Well, since you are determined to die, I will not stop you!" The old man finally sighed helplessly, and then directly swung his sleeve and said a cold voice.

"Thank you very much for your understanding Fang Ping once again made a sound to the old man, and then said a word respectfully, but with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Go ahead. You should know the location of Zhenjian building. I will not lead you." The old man sighed deeply, and then said a voice with a gloomy face. He felt a little sad in his heart.

When the apprentice is old, he is not in charge of it.

Forget it, he goes wherever he likes, and I don't have to intervene myself.

"Master, leave me!" Fang Ping's body slowly climbed up from the ground. He gave a smile to the old man's position, and then slowly said a word.

"Stop the ink and get out of here! It's really annoying to see you. Don't come back to interfere with my eyes! " The old man glared at Fang Ping directly, and then said a word angrily.

This guy is really getting more and more annoying now. Every time I see him, it's not good.

"Master, please leave." After Fang Ping finished this sentence, he turned directly and left. Although he was reluctant to give up, he still managed to leave here.

"Get out of here

When the old man saw that Fang Ping was still such a babe, he was speechless in his heart, and then he immediately appeared in front of Fang Ping and kicked him hard on his butt.

Fang Ping didn't avoid the old man's flying kick, or he didn't want to hide, so he was kicked.

"Bang!"

Fang Ping's whole body directly into a streamer, and then instantly rose to the sky, quickly disappeared in place, was kicked to where by this foot.

"Hum, I don't know who you learned from and how to write like a woman." The old man sighed gently, and then said to himself, his eyes are full of helpless color.

After saying this, the old man was ready to turn around and leave. But for some reason, he seemed to think of something. He could not help but sigh and looked at the direction of Fang Ping's departure.

"I don't know if this boy can do it or not. Don't go there and disgrace me." The old man's eyes flashed a look of worry, he said to himself.

After finishing this sentence, the old man was stunned directly there. He did not move, as if he had completely lost his mind.

A breeze slowly blowing, a drop of very turbid liquid, from the corner of the old man's eyes slowly dropped, and finally dropped to the ground, gradually into the soil.

"Well, old people are really useless. They can't stand the wind at all." The old man wiped his eyes, and then slowly said a voice, eyes full of helplessness and gloom.

Then the old man turned his body and walked towards the canyon behind him.

At the moment, the old man's back looks more old, completely without the slightest edge.

If the people of the sword clan in Dahuang saw this scene in front of them, they would be absolutely shocked.

Is this still their Lord? The great famine sword master who was once a great power in the world?

At the moment, how can he look like an ordinary old man in the secular world, with no difference at all, and seems to be more elderly.

When the old man came back to the sword sect in Dahuang, many disciples were waiting for him. They looked respectfully at the old man walking in front of him.

"I'll see the sword master!"

All the strong men in Dahuang sword clan knelt down respectfully and said to the old man with reverence in his eyes.

"Get up." The old man casually picked up a chair, he sat on it, and then said in a voice with a cool look on his face.

"Yes, sword master!" After hearing the old man's words, they quickly stood up and said a respectful word.

"Sword master, it has been so long since Fang Jianxian went out to ask the sword. Has he not come back yet?" A middle-aged man hesitated for a while, then he asked carefully.

"Sword master, your time is coming. If you can't find Fang Jianxian again, who should inherit the position of the sword master?" A middle-aged man hesitated for a while, he carefully came up to the old man and asked, looking very nervous.

"Dahuang sword clan, can't do without sword master!" The rest of the people also kept saying, one after another like flies, buzzing in the old man's ears."Shut up

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said with a cold hum directly. Suddenly, a terrible pressure burst out of his body.

After seeing the old man's anger, all of them were silent, and stopped their voices one after another. They did not dare to utter any more words for fear of provoking the old man completely.

Although the old man is now running out of time, his majesty is still there. People dare not really annoy him for fear of being beaten to death by the old man.

Many of the older people in Dahuang sword clan will never forget how the sword master they are now sitting in this position.

With only one sword per person, he completely subdued the sword clan of Dahuang. All those who had opinions on him were killed with one sword. No one even saw him use the second sword.

It was a very shocking scene, even until now, when people occasionally think of it, they can't help but tremble.

It was a nightmare for many of them, and it had made them wake up in the middle of the night countless times.

"Fang Ping has been assigned a task by me, and he will not return to zongmen in a short time. As long as you don't spread it out, how can other people know it? " The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said a very domineering voice.

They all said nothing. They lowered their heads one after another. They were very nervous and uneasy.

"As for the Holy Land Dabi a few months later, it's a big deal that we, the sword clan of Dahuang, abstained. Don't worry. As long as I live in this world for a day, the sword sect of Dahuang will never decline. " The old man slowly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

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