Lao Sun has a very discerning eye.
Gu Han didn't need to ask any more questions, so he took the initiative to find the people who gave the gifts and found out everything.
Naturally, no one dared to hide it.
The saint of Xuanji’s ancient holy path, the lover of Yun Jiansheng, the ninth-generation swordsman, who has been watching for thousands of years, was imprisoned by her elder brother, and was forced to marry by the Qian clan...
Change to before.
Due to the power of the Qian Clan, no one dared to speak too frankly, but now...every plant and tree of the Qian Clan is going to be gone, so naturally they don't care about it.
One after another.
One by one.
Everyone told everything they knew.
"Sir."
After a while, Lao Sun returned to Gu Han and told everything.
Gu Han's expression was shocked again!
He originally wanted to go to Xuanji Ancient Holy Path after re-establishing Xuantian, but he didn't expect that they had already arrived first!
He glanced at the kneeling father and daughter Shixu.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Also at this time.
Shi Feiyu had already come closer, with a hint of last hope in his eyes full of silence.
"Disciple Yuan Zhengyang!"
Next to Gu Han, Yuan Zhengyang suddenly bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice: "Greetings to the master's wife!"
"Zhengyang?"
the name.
It seemed to have touched some dusty memories of Shi Feiyu, making her silent eyes shine a little brighter.
"Get up."
She seemed to have thought of something, and said softly: "He told me about you. He said that you are very, very good. If he wants to recruit a disciple, you are the most suitable candidate..."
he.
Naturally, he was referring to Yun Jiansheng.
"……yes!"
Yuan Zhengyang's eyes were red. He had no fear at all when facing the Lord of Zhenjian City. At this moment, he suddenly didn't dare to look into his eyes.
He didn't dare.
Don't dare to tell the truth.
Shi Feiyu is extremely intelligent, how can we not see anything unusual about him?
His eyes were trembling.
He looked at Gu Han again, "Are you the one he chose?"
"Gu Han!"
Gu Han looked solemn and bowed deeply, "Greetings, senior!"
now.
Xuantian Sword Cultivator is also good.
Those who come to watch the ceremony.
They all said nothing, quietly looking at the woman who had been watching for thousands of years, with a somewhat complicated mood.
"You are good too."
Shi Feiyu looked at Gu Han and said softly: "It's his luck that he chose you, and the Xuantian Sword Sect's luck. His vision has never been bad..."
"senior!"
Gu Han's heart sank, and he heard the death intention hidden in the other party's words.
There was silence for a moment.
Shi Feiyu suddenly asked: "He can't come back, right?"
While talking.
Her face became more and more haggard, and the will to die on her body became more intense.
Also at this time.
A powerful sword intent poured down, and a broken sword appeared in front of everyone!
The blade of the sword is snow white.
Full of cracks.
There is a faint trace of the vast and eternal, immortal and awe-inspiring sword intention.
After breaking the sword.
A hazy figure in white stood. Dressed in white, he had a majestic figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and was full of beauty!
Red Dust Sword, Yun Jian is born!
"It's him!"
"it's him!"
Among the people watching the ceremony, an old monk said in a trembling voice: "This is the former Xuantian Nine Generations Swordsman, Yun Jiansheng!"
What!
Everyone was stunned and looked over subconsciously.
"Obsession?"
In an instant, many people recognized that Yun Jiansheng at this moment was just a wisp of obsession.
"well."
"He died after all."
"I heard people say that the Nine Generations Swordsman is extremely talented and beautiful. Although it is just a trace of obsession, you can still see how elegant he was back then!"
"..."
Everyone sighed softly.
They feel.
Even though there is only a trace of obsession left, Yun Jiansheng at this moment is still worthy of the words "amazing talent, stunning beauty, and unparalleled grace!"
"today."
Zhou Yuantong looked into the distance and murmured: "I, Zhou Yuantong, can see two generations of Xuantian sword heads gathered together in a row. It is a blessing in my life!"
It's not just him.
This is also the thought of the other Xuantian sword cultivators.
Liu Zhuqing said nothing.
Subconsciously he glanced at the little girl next to him and sighed softly.
should.
It's the three sword leaders who gathered together.
"then."
Looking at the stunned Shi Feiyu, Gu Han said softly: "Senior still has concerns in his heart after killing the God King with his sword. Although he didn't say it, I know that he... probably wants to come back and have a look."
Come back and see who.
it goes without saying.
Shi Feiyu looked in a daze.
She understands.
Yun Jiansheng couldn't let go of her, nor could he let go of the promise he made back then, so this obsession was born.
same.
This is also the meaning of the existence of this obsession.
The red dust sword trembled slightly.
Yun Jiansheng's eyes flashed with a hint of softness and agility, and he looked at Shi Feiyu silently.
I'm back.
Although he didn't speak, Shi Feiyu understood the meaning in his eyes.
"I, too, have been waiting for you."
Halfway through her words, she was already bursting into tears. Every bit of the two's relationship flashed through her mind, and her heart ached.
There is an appointment with Fei Yu, and the sword is always drawn.
Year after year, never fail.
"Rain Rain!!"
Seeing this scene, Qian Lang was filled with jealousy. He instantly forgot about his situation, looked ferocious, and roared crazily!
"you saw it!"
"He is already dead! He is already a dead man! Why do you still miss him!"
"You are my fiancée now!"
"You...you can't do this to me! Do you believe it or not that I destroyed your Xuanji Ancient Holy Way..."
"idiot!"
Gan Mo's face was ashen and he almost wanted to kill his brother on the spot!
"Shut up!"
"Brother!!"
Qian Lang's eyes were filled with jealousy, and he was on the verge of going crazy, "If I can't get Feiyu, what's the point of living..."
"very good."
Gu Han said expressionlessly: "Then, stop living!!"
brush!
The words fell.
A figure instantly fell next to Qian Lang. With a flash of dark aura in his right hand, he swallowed his sword and roared. Qian Lang's head was already in his hand!
It's Pei Lun!
He was holding a ferocious human head in his hand, and his clothes were dyed red with blood, but he didn't care, still smiling.
"The sword's head has an order."
"Perun will serve you!"
From beginning to end, he kept his promise.
It became the sharpest sword in Gu Han's hand!
"Third brother!!"
Qianrong's eyes were splitting as he saw it, "You dare to kill my third brother, I want you to die!!!"
"Noisy!"
Gu Han was a little upset.
"hehe."
Pei Lun chuckled softly, swallowed the sword and changed his sword body. Under the sweep, Qian Rong's head also flew up!
"father!!"
Not far away, Qian Lu's eyes suddenly turned red.
"I, the Qian clan, will fight with you until death..."
puff!
The sword light flashed again, and Ganlu died on the spot!
"How dare you kill my young master..."
puff!
"How dare you kill my second uncle..."
puff!
"You dare to kill my uncle..."
puff!
…
For a while.
The elites of the Qian clan roared angrily, and then they were killed one by one by Pei Lun, leaving no one alive!
The sword flashed suddenly, and blood spilled into the silence.
After a few breaths.
Among the Qian tribe members who came this time, only one Gan Mo was left, and the rest had all died in the hands of Pei Lun!
Clothes stained with blood.
He was surrounded by dozens of heads, but he still had a smiling expression.
"Swordhead hates noise."
Looking at the rest of the people, he smiled and said: "So, please keep quiet."
