My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Above the sky!

Gu Chenxian stood with his hands behind his back, moving forward slowly.

His eyes surveyed the mountains, rivers, and land below, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

I don’t remember how many years ago that was, I just remember that he had just been expelled from the mortal world!

The first stop is this real domain.

At that time, he was seriously injured and had difficulty moving, and could not even take care of himself.

He was adopted by a small sect.

There weren't many people in that small sect. There were only about a dozen of them, including the sect leader, his disciples, and him.

Although the sect is small, it is very warm.

There is no intrigue, no struggle for power, only mutual help.

Later, he himself became a member of the sect.

The cleverness, liveliness and cuteness of the junior sister, the simplicity and honesty of the senior brother, and the kindness of the master, each of them brought him a different feeling.

And then later!

After his strength recovered, with his secret help, the sect developed rapidly.

The original small sect gradually became a well-known large sect in the local area.

Later on, in order to recover his strength faster, he spent longer and longer periods of time outside.

From ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years!

But no matter how long it is.

The friendship between master and disciple remains.

That feeling has never changed.

He thought that this situation would continue until his strength recovered to a certain level and then he could lead them to the upper realm.

He believed that even if they had not seen each other for thousands of years, the bond between them would always exist.

Who would have thought!

After another thousand years of separation, the sect was gone!

The junior sister is gone, the senior brother is gone, and the master is gone.

Time flies and things change.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the faces of the master and others have faded and blurred in memory.

However, every time he came to the True Realm, there was always a sadness deep in his heart.

Of course, so many years have passed, and what should have been let go has long been let go.

His eyes looked towards the Divine Weapon Mountains.

This time, he did not come to commemorate his old friend, but to retrieve a sword he left here tens of thousands of years ago!

The crystal of luck is of vital importance to Gu Chenxian!

With the extraordinary means displayed by the person in Xuyu, he was able to cultivate so many disciples with innate Taoist bodies. He must be extraordinary.

After so many years, how could he make such a mistake of contempt?

Therefore, when going to the Void Realm to compete for the Luck Crystal, we must prepare for the worst.

And 60% of his skills are in swordsmanship.

If you can hold Tianwen in your hand, it will undoubtedly greatly increase your chances of winning.

Before he knew it, Gu Chenxian had arrived at the void not far from the Divine Weapon Mountains.

He just stood there with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the sword tomb in the Divine Weapon Mountains.

Even if someone flew past him not far away, they would not be able to notice that there was such a figure standing in the void.

"It seems it will take some time, but it will be soon."

His eyes moved slightly and he said lightly.

When he was cast down to the lower world, Tianwen, his natal sword, was also severely damaged.

Later, demons invaded and the entire Realm fell into dire straits. The sect that had adopted him was also destroyed by the minions of the demons.

In a rage, he drew his sword and slew the demons.

Although a great victory was achieved in this battle, Tianwen suffered increasingly serious damage.

In desperation, he could only bury it in the sword tomb.

Through the millions of sword intentions in the sword tomb, he nourishes Tianwen's injuries.

And now.

It’s almost time!

Just waiting for the moment when Tianwen truly appears in the world.

……

At this time, Zhong Qing was standing in another void.

While watching the major forces in the True Realm taking action, he also used the system to sense the direction of his future beloved disciple.

"This sword tomb seems to have a great attraction for him as well."

"It seems that the purpose of his coming to this True Realm is to find this sword tomb."

"My future disciple is not an ordinary person. If I rashly ask to be his disciple, I'm afraid the results will not be as expected."

"I don't know what he needs this time. If I can provide him with some help..."

Thinking of this, Zhong Qing's eyes moved slightly.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine, temporarily putting his anxious mood aside.

Things like chasing apprentices.

Not too loose, not too tight.

Just like the relationship between men and women, it has to be done step by step.

This was his first time in the True Realm.

While experiencing the customs and culture of this real domain, it would be best to find out what is hidden in this sword tomb.

Thinking of this, Zhong Qing moved and headed straight for the nearest city.

Of course, before this, Zhong Qing imposed more than a dozen restrictions on the Extreme Charm Body to ensure that the influence of the Extreme Charm Body was reduced to a minimum.

He was well aware of the terrifying effects of the Extreme Charm Body.

Even Feng Aotian can be caught.

Even a saint-level Ye Ji can be subtly affected when the extreme charm body is covered.

He didn't want to go out and be followed by men, women, young and old, going crazy for him.

Wanjian City!

This is the most powerful city under the Holy Sword Sect.

The city is huge, large enough to accommodate tens of millions of people.

When Zhong Qing entered, he immediately felt like he had entered a world of swords.

The streets and alleys are full of practitioners carrying swords.

Even clothes and jewelry are related to swords.

When you enter it, you can feel the profound atmosphere of Kendo culture.

Zhong Qing's appearance has frequently attracted the attention of many people.

Some people pointed at him and talked about him.

For a moment, Zhong Qing felt a tightness in his heart, and he wondered whether his extreme charm body was still working.

But after he listened carefully, he found that the truth of the matter was quite ridiculous.

"He has no sword!"

"In the True Realm, there are actually men without swords!"

"He's dressed like a gentleman, how could he not have a sword?"

"I guess he's just a piece of crap that can't be cultivated!"

……

The many discussions made Zhong Qing's mouth twitch slightly.

In the Realm of Realm, it seems that not carrying a sword is an extremely shameful thing.

at this time!

A long sword was thrown out from the crowd and floated straight in front of Zhong Qing.

"This is the Sword of the Gentleman. I will give it to you, sir."

"I hope you will treat it well!"

A clear voice like an oriole came from the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and when they saw who it was, their eyes lit up and showed a hint of surprise.

Looking up, I saw a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old standing among the crowd.

She was wearing a plain white long dress, her skin was as white as cream, and it was so elastic that it would be blown away. She was not wearing any makeup, and she had the beauty of a lotus blooming in clear water.

He holds a white long sword in his hand, and on the sword pattern, there is a picture of a flying bird, giving people a sense of heroism.

She is beautiful and intelligent, graceful and elegant, with a light and extraordinary aura, a typical example of Zhong Lingminxiu.

Her big, gem-like eyes looked at Zhong Qing quietly, with a kind smile on her face.

That smile outlined two dimples, giving people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze, as if it could smile into people's hearts.