As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Inside and outside the Great Wall, the sea is connected.

Those who are not in the Qi Control realm cannot climb the city.

Ever since the Ancient Emperor crossed the Great Wall of the human race and suppressed the restricted area ten thousand years ago, there has been no one guarding the Great Wall for nearly ten thousand years.

Although there have been no foreign invasions in recent years, Jinzhou is still not peaceful, with demons often causing trouble.

It is really puzzling that the emperor sent his second son to Jinzhou for no reason.

But these have nothing to do with Chen Zhian.

After all, it wasn't because of him.

Turn to page 3.

Chen Zhian frowned instantly...

"On September 9th, Jiang Huayu, the Holy Son of the Yujian Sect and the Jiang Clan of Langya, will marry Zhu Wan'er, the Holy Daughter of the Piaomiao Sect. We invite all the Taoists in the world to watch the ceremony!"

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In a small, isolated village in the Hexi Corridor of the Tang Dynasty.

A young man in plain clothes suddenly looked up at a bluebird flying across the sky.

He held a wooden sword in his hand, and had a handsome face, though he looked a little cold.

The moment he looked up.

The wooden sword in his hand has been unsheathed.

It turned into a stream of light and flew into the sky, stopping in front of the blue bird.

The bluebird's body stiffened slightly, its wings trembling slightly as it remained motionless. It looked down at the young man and walked to the hilt of the sword resignedly.

Let the wooden sword carry it to the young man.

The young man skillfully opened the letter box on the bluebird's feet and pulled out a red envelope.

When he saw the names of Jiang Huayu and Zhu Wan'er on the envelope, his brows frowned slightly, and then disappeared.

Restore the envelope.

The young man in plain clothes rubbed Bluebird's head and said softly, "So it's their good news. No wonder you didn't want to stop..."

The bluebird chirped and rubbed the young man's palm with its head, as if to comfort him.

The young man smiled and said, "Go ahead. The village chief left you some barley wine. If you leave me, you will be punished."

I no longer care about it."

After saying this, the young man waved his hand.

The wooden sword slowly fell into the scabbard.

He carries a wooden sword on his back.

Walk towards the sword tomb on the top of the mountain.

Soon he reached the end.

There,

An old man with gray hair and a haggard face sat cross-legged on a stone.

All around it, there were broken swords densely packed.

"Chen Zhiming, your sword heart is disturbed!"

Seeing the young man in cloth, the old man said hoarsely, "Zhu Qinghou's sword intent is tearing your sea of ​​qi. You are going to die."

Chen Zhiming said coldly: "Every time I take a step, the sword will tear apart my vitality.

Ten steps at most.

My Qi Sea will be completely destroyed."

“No one in this world can withstand Zhu Qinghou’s sword intent.

Even if you and he have similar spiritual beliefs.

Even the sword intent is connected."

The old man stretched out his bony fingers, pointed them at Chen Zhiming's chest, and sneered, "When I was struck by his sword, I was never allowed to leave the sword tomb for the rest of my life.

And his sword power is hidden in your sea of ​​qi, so it is impossible for him to leave.

Now your sword heart is unstable and your balance is lost.

You are destined to guard these broken swords with an old man like me for the rest of your life.

Become a prisoner in this sword tomb."

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Chen Zhiming said coldly: "You have been chasing his footsteps all your life.

And I, from the very beginning, have been walking my own path.

Those who learn from others live, and those who resemble others die.

You can't even copy the answer...

You know nothing about kendo."

"Haha...I fought three thousand sword fights without losing a single time, and you say I don't know swordsmanship?

Ha ha ha ha...."

The old man suddenly burst into laughter.

As his laughter rang out, thousands of broken swords in the entire sword tomb began to tremble wildly.

The sword energy crisscrossed,

It seems as if it will rise from the ground in the next moment!

Chen Zhiming watched all this calmly.

It wasn't until the old man's anger died down that he said calmly: "I can take you away!"

“Haha…hahaha…”

"Little thief, have you become stupid from practicing sword skills?

I have fought it for more than three hundred years and could only wipe out a trace of its sword power. Do you think you can take me away?"

The old man seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

“Haha…hahaha…”

Chen Zhiming just looked at him.

His fingers moved slightly, and a faint sword energy flowed in and out of his fingers.

Seeing this, the old man stopped laughing abruptly. After a long silence, he said hoarsely, "Mr. Chen, you can make any conditions you want!"