Chapter 69 Swordshi

Bang!

Xue Heng slapped the middle-aged man's face fiercely, with great strength, which made the middle-aged man directly cover his face and roll down more than ten feet away, which was extremely embarrassed.

Everyone was scared to death.

This night banquet for the young master to go home safely ended because the young master's life-saving benefactor left in anger. No one thought there was anything wrong. Or, they still suspect that Zhang Yan, who looks too young and doesn't seem to be very well-cultivated, really rescued the young master Xue Huaibei from more than 30 sword practitioners.

The middle-aged man's name is Xue Feng, that is, the person who sarcises and sarcasticly at the banquet. He was slapped to the ground by the patriarch Xue Heng. He was still puzzled, but when he saw the anger in the patriarch's eyes, he closed his mouth interestingly.

"Get out, get out of here!"

Xue Heng looked around the people and looked at the disrespect in the eyes of the people. His anger rubbed up and couldn't help shouting.

Everyone was scared by this roar and hurried out of the hall. They were afraid that the next step would be left behind by the angry Xue Heng.

Almost in the blink of an eye, only Xue Heng and the middle-aged Xuefeng were left in the hall.

Xue Heng took a few deep breaths, walked slowly to Xuefeng and asked coldly, "Why did you do this?"

Xuefeng still crawled on the ground and did not move. At this time, he looked at the patriarch with a blue face. Suddenly, Shi Shiran stood up and sighed, "Last year, Lord Xue Lengshan left..."

At this time, Xuefeng looked calm and sighed without a trace of fear of Xue Heng. Xue Heng looked at it and was not angry, and even the anger in his chest was slowly fading.

He said in a low voice, "What does this have to do with tonight?"

When he said this, Xue Heng obviously hesitated for a moment and fell into Xue Feng's eyes. Instead, he became more leisurely and even wanted to ask: "The clan leader will not know, right?"

Xue Heng's face turned cold and hummed, "I'm asking you to say it!"

Xue Feng's expression remained unchanged and smiled softly, "Lord Xue Lengshan has left. Of course, the position of patriarch must be inherited by his son Xue Huaibei."

"However, after all, Xue Huaibei is young and doesn't know anything. If he is asked to be the patriarch, who is convinced by the brothers who followed him to change their sex into snow and lay a foundation for Xue Lengshan?"

Xue Heng's eyes flashed and sneered, "Wolf's ambition."

Xuefeng suddenly smiled and smiled happily. He pointed to Xue Heng and said with a smile, "My elder, do you think you haven't done anything in this spring hunting trial?"

Xue Heng's breath suddenly soared, and his face was as gloomy as water. He stared at Xue Feng coldly and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about!"

Xue Feng sighed, with a smile on his face. He said sarcastically, "My elder, since there are only you and me left here, why don't you open the skylight and speak out?"

With that, Xue Feng's face gradually became cold. He looked at Xue Heng's eyes without fear and whispered softly, "You... can't wait for the young master to die!"

Xue Heng's body was shocked and his expression changed. After a long time, he regained his composure. He seemed to acquiesce, and his attitude changed in an instant. He smiled gloomyly and said, "What so?"

Xue Feng was stunned, as if he didn't expect Xue Heng to really admit it. After a while, he said, "In this case, you must not know the taste of tonight's pick-up banquet, right?"

"Well, what if the four people saved Xue Huaibei? No one would be grateful for it, and even wait for them not to save them. As a result, they saved them. If they didn't drive them away, wouldn't they become Xue Huaibei's helpers again?

Xue Heng was silent for a while and said sarcastically, "Xuefeng, Xuefeng, I usually don't see that your mind is so deep, huh."

Xuefeng smiled and replied, "I dare not be. Compared with the patriarch, this clumsy method is simply unsightly."

Xue Heng's face turned blue, and then pointed to the night outside the door and said hoarsely, "Do you know where they have gone?"

Xuefeng didn't care: "Isn't it just called away by others?"

Xue Heng sighed deeply and said bitterly, "They were invited by Lord Qingyi... sacrifice-sword-tower!"

Lord Qingyi!?

Sacrifice Tower!?

Xuefeng suddenly stayed there for a long time before he said bitterly, "I offended the guests of Lord Tsing Yi?"

Xue Heng nodded and said, "You not only offended Lord Tsing Yi, but also offended me."

Xue Feng was shocked, stepped back two steps and said harshly, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, I killed you, went to apologize to Lord Qingyi, and did something wrong. After all, one person needs to bear it."

As soon as the words fell, a touch of a shocking sword suddenly came out and flashed away. Xuefeng's eyes widened, held his throat in his hands, and slowly fell down.

Xue Heng looked at Xuefeng lying on the ground and muttered, "Sometimes if you are too smart, disaster will come, so it's better not to be smart..."

After a long time, he took the body of Xuefeng and quietly flew away from the hall like a black shadow.

Originally brilliant, the intertwined hall is empty. Even in the night like water and moonlight, there is a feeling of gloomy penetration.

After a long time.

In a dark corner outside the door of the hall, something suddenly moved. Then a man quietly stood up, and the moonlight instantly spread to his changing cheeks.

It is Xue Huaibei who was seriously injured and did not attend the banquet!

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Late night.

The bustling and noisy Wanyuan City entered a silence, which looked particularly quiet in the hazy moonlight.

The Sword Tower is located in the center of Wanyuan City. Even in the middle of the night, the open ground around the Sword Tower is still full of devout sword cultivation.

One by one, they are as motionless as wooden stakes, and the breath is stable and peaceful.

There is a secluded and cramous path behind the Sword Tower, which is exclusively for one person in blue. Although there is no one to guard it, no one dares to wander here.

Qingyi landed from the clouds and went straight into the sacrificial sword tower.

The four Zhang Yan followed the jumping Xia Xiwei and were not in a hurry to walk into the tower, but took advantage of the moonlight to take a close look at the quiet building that had been standing for thousands of years.

"Do you know why it is called the Sword Tower?"

Xia Xiwei sat on a simple bluestone brick, holding her face with her hand and shaking her slender legs boredly.

Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "All I know is that it is the holy place in the heart of every sword cultivation. As for the mystery inside the sacrificial tower, I don't know it at all."

Xia Xiwei laughed and said carelessly, "It's just a dead tower with no life. If it's a holy place, it's better to say that every swordsman wants to go in to find abuse?"

Looking for abuse?

Hearing this, not only Zhang Yan, but also Ma Chong and Xue's sister and brother looked over in surprise.

Zhang Yan wondered, "What do you mean?"

Xia Xiwei stretched out and said lazily, "There are countless powerful sword knowledge imprisoned in the tower. Those who want to enter the tower are not so much pilgrim thoughts as they come for sword knowledge. If you want to get the inheritance of sword knowledge, of course, you have to subdue the sword knowledge first. Unfortunately, there are thousands of swords in the tower, but there is nothing bad. If you want to subdue it, you have to be prepared to be abused.

Sword knowledge?

Zhang Yan took a look at Ma Chong, but saw that Ma Chong looked extremely shocked and couldn't help asking, "What is sword knowledge?"

Ma Chong took a few deep breaths, and then said with a fanatical face, "Sword knowledge is similar to the spirit of sword cultivation, but it is unconscious. The power of sword knowledge is to retain the original owner's perception and understanding of swordsmanship. It is like a living supreme sword secret. If anyone has a trace of sword knowledge, it will be a great opportunity.

Zhang Yan was stunned and thought for a moment before saying, "How did that sword knowledge come into being? Can anyone differentiate sword knowledge?"

Ma Chong licked his lips and said excitedly, "Sword knowledge is of course refined by those high-level sword practitioners with their own divine consciousness and spirit. And only those swordsmen with amazing cultivation can do this. Ordinary swordsmanship, who has the courage to do something thankless with his divine consciousness and spirit?

Zhang Yan was even more curious. He vaguely understood that this sword knowledge probably also belongs to an inheritance model, which is naturally more accurate and detailed than the sword formula recorded in Yu Jian. This should be similar to the meaning of Qingyi's teaching of the fire dragon sword. It is an ideological teaching method, which is purely self-understanding.

However, Zhang Yan still doesn't understand why this sword tower has countless sword knowledge, and what does Xia Xiwei mean by looking for abuse? Although these sword knowledges do not have the original owner's consciousness, they have formed their own consciousness and must surrender to it to absorb its inheritance?

"Okay, let's go. I have to sleep for a while." Xia Xiwei jumped down from the bluestone, yawned, and then raised her feet to the sacrificial sword tower.

Zhang Yan didn't dare to think much. Seeing that Xia Xiwei was about to enter the door, he quickly asked, "Hey, you haven't said how you ran to the Xue family at night."

Xia Xiwei turned her head, broke her green fingers angrily, and said, "First, I'm not called 'Hey'. That's what the big liar you call me. Be careful that I ignore you. Second, the reason why I ran to the Xue clan is not to play with you, a big liar. I'm going to find Sister Xuerou." After saying that, she sneaked into the door.

Zhang Yan couldn't help rolling his eyes and didn't let herself call her 'Hey'. Instead, she called herself a big liar. This girl is simply... unreasonable.

After rectifying his mood, Zhang Yan looked at the towering sword tower again, looked solemn, and picked up the steps.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes, it has stood in the world and is admired by countless sword cultivation. What is the mystery of this sword tower? Zhang Yan found himself a little nervous...

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