Martial Arts: Sign in at the beginning of Xuanwu Zhengong

"Father, could it be that you want Brother Wuming to kill Zhang Tian?"

"But the two of them have a very close relationship, and they cherish each other even more, how could they do it!"

Looking at his father, Po Jun couldn't help but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and then he asked.

"No?"

"How could he not?"

"I tempted him with the return of ten thousand swords, but I don't believe that this guy is not fooled."

"Not to mention your nameless junior brother;

At this time, I have reached the age of going down the mountain, and it is time to venture into the rivers and lakes. The Tianjiao disciple of my Sword Sect will eventually make a name for himself in the martial arts world. "

A smile flashed across the corner of Jianhui's mouth, and then he spoke.

"Father, I still don't quite understand."

Looking at his father, Po Jun said with doubts in his eyes.

"The top Tianjiao Wuming and the top Tianjiao Zhang Tian are in the same era. When two tigers fight, one must be injured, and they must compete. Fame is sometimes not a good thing. He even It can be a drag."

Looking in the direction of the sky, Jian Hui said with a smile.

"I understand, I'm going to inform Junior Brother Wuming now."

Saying that, Po Jun rushed out of the room excitedly.

After a while, a nameless figure appeared in front of Jian Hui.

At this time, Wuming was surrounded by a special aura, sword auras, which seemed to be born from his heart, exuding a sharp aura around him, appearing extremely manic.

"The disciple has met the master!"

Looking at Jianhui in front of him, Wuming said in a respectful tone.

"Wu Ming, think about it, you have been in the sect for almost ten years, right?"

Jian Hui turned around and said with emotion on his face.

"Eight years, nine months and three days."

Nameless said quickly.

"Yeah, in the blink of an eye, eight years have passed. When you first entered the Taoist sect, your cultivation base was abolished and your foundation was destroyed."

"But now that eight years have passed, you know all of Jianzong's skills like the back of your hand, and you have created your own way."

Jian Hui looked at her apprentice and said proudly.

"All of this is inseparable from the teaching of the master. Without the master, I am afraid that I would have been divided and eaten by evil wolves."

Wuming hurriedly bowed his body, his tone full of respect.

"Wu Ming, you have achieved success in sword practice. Those who offended you and hurt you in the past will eventually pay the price in blood."

"I called you here this time to let you go down the mountain to capture the traitor disciple Zhang Tian, ​​and to solve your troubles in the world of mortals."

"After this trip, when I return to the mountain gate, I will teach you the ten thousand swords to return to the sect as my master, is it okay?"

Jianhui looked at Wuming in front of her and said.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect?"

Wuming slightly raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, it's Benzong;

The untold secret, ten thousand swords return to the sect. "

"To be honest, your master and I are not the strongest among the disciples of the previous generation, so I missed this set of exercises. Wan Jian Guizong is the supreme sword art of the deity. It is the purest sword art in the world. Sword intent is only passed on to the strongest disciples of each generation."

"Your senior brother Pojun is witty and dull. The method of returning all swords to the sect is useless in his hands. Only you are qualified to carry the banner of the sword sect."

Patting Wuming on the shoulder, Jian Huiyu said earnestly.

"Master, this!"

Looking at Jian Hui in front of him, a trace of astonishment flashed in Wuming's eyes, and disbelief was written all over his face.

It seems that he doesn't understand why his master would leave this kind of inheritance to himself instead of Po Jun.

"I have taught you since I was a child. If you move your eyebrows, I will know what is on your mind. If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Looking at Wuming in front of her, Jianhui said.

"Master, I really don't understand something. In fact, I want to understand why Brother Zhang Tian became a disciple of traitors?"

"Theoretically speaking, with his aptitude and strength, there is absolutely no reason to betray the sect!"

Looking at Jianhui in front of him, Wuming said.

"Do you know why my uncle, the sword emperor who appeared at the wedding scene that day, was locked in the ice cave?"

Looking at the nameless in front of her, Jianhui said.

"Master, you never mentioned it."

Looking at his master, Wuming said repeatedly.

"That's because the Sword Emperor once wanted to peek at the secret book of Wan Jian Guizong, so my master, that is, your master, forced him into the ice cave. You can't take that step in this life."

"You must know that Wan Jian's return to the sect is the ultimate fate of our sect. Except for the strongest one in the sect as a disciple, if everyone else just looks at it, they will all be dealt with according to the regulations of treason."

"So this is the reason why your grand master was locked in the ice storage. It is because of this that you don't know that our Jianzong has such a tyrannical ancestor."

Looking at Wuming in front of her, Jian Hui couldn't help but took a deep breath, and said with emotion on her face.

"I see, master, what do you mean?"

Wuming suddenly realized, and stared intently at Jianhui in front of him.

Chapter 43 Jian Hui

"That's right, it's exactly what you think. Zhang Tian wanted to peek at Wan Jian's return to the sect, and even Po Jun didn't know about it."

Jian Hui patted Wuming on the shoulder and said.

"No wonder, no wonder things have changed to such an extent in just one night. It seems that the purpose of Senior Brother Zhang Tian's coming to the Sword Sect is to get Wan Jian back to the Sect."

"Plunging headlong into the Sutra Pavilion, even competing with us, the ultimate goal is still to return the sword to the sect."

Looking at Jianhui in front of him, Wuming nodded slightly and said.

"It's good if you can figure it out, so I hope you can kill this traitorous disciple with your own hands. After you come back, I will hand over Wanjian Guizong to you."

Jian Hui said.

"Master, I understand."

Wuming cupped his hands towards Jianhui who was in front of him.

"I just received the news that your brother Zhang Tian has fled to Wushuang City. You go to Wushuang City, and you can discuss the way of swords with Dugu Sword Master in Wushuang City by the way!"

Taking out the note in his hand and putting it on the table, Jianhui said.

"Understood, master, apprentice, I will take my leave first."

Nameless nodded, turned around and left the place.

"Father, everything is done?"

After Wuming left the palace, the figure of Po Jun appeared in the palace and spoke.

"It's done. I don't think it will take long to see Zhang Tian's head."

Jian Hui stroked the beard on her chest and said with a smile.

"Father, do you think Wuming can beat Zhang Tian?"

Looking at the direction where Wuming left, Po Jun said with some worry in his eyes.

"Of course he can. He has already entered the realm of the Heavenly Sword. The innate sword body has only shown its greatest advantage at this time, and his cultivation realm has at least improved by three ranks. This is truly terrifying."

"That's why Wuming has already entered the ranks of the first-class masters in the martial arts world. The Heavenly Sword Realm has abruptly improved his cultivation and shortened the distance between him and the top powerhouses!"

Jian Hui said with emotion on his face.

"That's good."

Hearing what his father said, Po Jun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"If you don't practice obediently, Wuming's cultivation has already gone further than you. If you can't catch up with him, I'm afraid you will never have the chance to return to the Wanjian Sect in your life."

Looking at Po Jun in front of him, a trace of anger flashed across Jian Hui's face, and then he spoke.

"I see, father."

Po Jun nodded, turned around and walked out of the room.

At this time, Wuming had already packed his bags and walked on the snowy ice field.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"you are?"

Looking at the man who made the sword intent in his body tremble slightly, Wuming's pupils constricted slightly, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"You don't have to be so vigilant. According to seniority, I should be your Grand Master Uncle, Sword Emperor."

Seeing Wuming in front of him, Sword Emperor waved his hand lightly and said with a smile.

"Uncle Grand Master?"

Hearing this word, Wuming's pupils changed slightly.

"Are you surprised, why did I come out?"

"Actually, when your master died, I could have left Jianzong, but I didn't, because I promised him that I would always guard Jianzong."

"Ice Cave is a deserted place. I'm used to staying there, and gradually I don't like the noise outside. That's why I stay in Ice Cave all the time."

Looking at Wuming in front of him, Sword Emperor explained.

"Then you really peeked at Wan Jian Guizong back then?"