"Young master, are you okay?"

Jian Xue'er's pleasant bell suddenly sounded in Jian Fengyun's ears.

Jian Fengyun suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes moved slightly, and he opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something." ”

"It is worthy of being the only sword warrior king in the Tianyang Dynasty who can compare with the emperor, my father-in-law has always mentioned you to me, and when I saw you today, it really deserved its reputation!"

A figure in a dragon robe suddenly appeared in the void, and under the dragon robe was a young man in his twenties.

The young man was full of might, stepping into the void, which was so unreasonable that people felt a pressure from the emperor.

"Who are you?" When Jian Fengyun saw the young man in front of him, he couldn't help frowning instantly, and asked coldly.

He could feel that the strength of the young man in front of him was at least that of the Spirit Emperor Realm, and his strength was really better than that of the Xuanmu Demon.

Seeing that Jian Fengyun's tone became cold, the young man in the dragon robe couldn't help but smile on his face, arched his hand, and said, "In Xia Ziyuan, it was the young master of Wanbaolou who entrusted me to come, and he asked me to hand over this letter to you!" ”

Jian Fengyun frowned slightly, looked at the young man in the dragon robe, and suddenly spoke: "Who is your father-in-law, and why does he know about me?" ”

"King Jianwu doesn't have to be so vigilant, my father-in-law is the Xuanyuan Emperor, I was the prince of the Tianxuan Dynasty, I was chased by the enemy when I was a child, fortunately I was saved by the Xuanyuan Emperor, I recognized him as my father-in-law at that time, and I came here today, on the one hand, I was entrusted by the young master Zuo, and on the other hand, I came back to see my father-in-law." Zi Yuan said slowly.

"Tianyang Xuanyuan is your father-in-law?" Jian Fengyun's eyes suddenly moved, and he spoke.

"Yes, my father-in-law didn't have much lifespan, but I didn't expect that three years ago, I forcibly extended my life for Princess Dao'an, and my longevity was greatly reduced, but I heard that you can refine the Thousand Shou Pill, I don't know if it's true?" Zi Yuan's eyes moved, and he asked abruptly.

"As long as the materials are complete, it can naturally be refined, Qianshou Dan is a heaven-level elixir, a martial artist can only take it in his life, the main material is Wanmu Qingshouzhi, the essence blood of the thousand-year-old turtle, and the 10,000-year-old spirit ginseng, as long as there is alchemy, the elixir will definitely be able to be refined." Jian Fengyun said lightly.

"Really? Okay, I'm a dynasty, the palace should have these things, you wait for me here for half a month, I will definitely bring the spiritual materials back! Zi Yuan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly spoke.

"Okay, I'm going to be in retreat for a few days!" Jian Fengyun replied lightly.

Seeing Zi Yuan's figure leave, Jian Fengyun's face suddenly turned pale, and he turned his hand and took out a bottle of Qihui Dan, poured it into his mouth, and instantly recovered the strength in his body.

Seeing Jian Fengyun's de-strengthening appearance, Jian Xue'er's pretty face suddenly changed, her beautiful eyes were worried, she stretched out her little hand to support Jian Fengyun's arm, and said, "Young Master, what's wrong with you, don't scare Xue'er!" ”

"Boss, are you alright?" On the side, Wang Chuyuan was also worried, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Cloud less!" The face of the old man of the desolate martial arts also changed suddenly, and he stepped into the void and appeared in front of Jian Feng.

Jian Fengyun swallowed the Seven Rounds of Pill, and his face suddenly returned a little bloody, as if he was about to burst out of the power in his body in an instant.

"I'm fine, Huangwu, you quickly clean up the battlefield, Chu Yuan, you go and strengthen the formation, from today onwards, Bei'an City must be on guard at any time in case the enemy is coming!" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

Huang Wu and Wang Chuyuan responded in unison, and Xue'er pulled the sword Fengyun towards Bei'an City.

The night is getting deeper, the moon is hanging high, the sky is full of stars, and the stars and moon are sprinkled on the ancient city of Bei'an City.

This night, the warriors of Bei'an City were destined to be busy, the mountains of corpses piled up outside the city were continuously transported to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, the city was brightly lit, and countless warriors were walking around in Bei'an City.

"I heard that the young Sword Warrior King of Bei'an City will come, and as soon as he comes back, he will defeat nearly 10,000 enemies outside the city, and his strength is all over the sky!" Countless warriors on the streets of Bei'an City talked one after another.

"Lord Sword Martial King, he is actually back, he is my idol, every time I encounter failure in cultivation, I will think about him, and my heart will be boiling!" A young warrior gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing two colors of reverence.

An old man in a business robe nodded slightly in the crowd, and then said to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy beside him: "Yes, Lord Sword Martial King is the pride of our Tianyang Dynasty, I deliberately came from Beilin City to the fief of Lord Sword Martial King, I hope that one day my grandson can also become a person like Lord Sword Martial King!" ”

"Grandpa, I will definitely work hard to cultivate and strive to become a man like the Sword Martial King!" The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy looked up at his grandfather, and suddenly said with a determined gaze.

Next to this pair of grandfathers and grandsons, an old man who was also wearing a business robe stepped forward and said unceremoniously: "Cut, I said Old Man Sun, just your grandson also wants to be a man like the Sword Martial King, fourteen years old is in the middle of the Ling Yuan Realm, if you want to say that becoming the Sword Martial King, my grandson is more hopeful!" ”

"I said Old Man Wen, your grandson has been to Tianyang Dao Academy for three years, and he hasn't seen any fame, and who said that if the realm is low now, he can't have great achievements, and Lord Sword Martial King is only in the True Spirit Realm, but he is already above ten thousand people, hum!" The old man surnamed Sun replied without showing weakness......

Similar scenes have emerged everywhere in Bei'an City, and there are many discussions, but they are all inseparable from the Sword Warrior King, the youngest prince in the history of the Tianyang Dynasty, and the prince with the highest status in the history of the Tianyang Dynasty.

Bei'an City, the ancestral hall of the sword family

The courtyard was full of curtains, and the light of white candles illuminated the entire courtyard

"Big brother, you're finally back, you're finally back......" Jian Yuntian knelt on top of the ancestral hall, in front of him was a wooden coffin, and there was a tablet standing on the ancestral hall, and the ink on the tablet had not yet dried.

"The third generation of the head of the Sword Family, the position of the Sword Ling Tian!"

Jian Yuntian knelt in front of Jian Lingtian's spiritual position, the man's eyes were red, and tears flowed down his face.

At this moment, he didn't look like the head of the Bei'an City Sword family at all, but more like a weak younger brother in front of an older brother.

"Big brother, have you seen it, he has a chance to do it, he not only survived, but he also carried forward the sword family for us, big brother, have you seen it......"

All the people of the Sword Family knelt outside the ancestral hall, looking at the white curtain of the courtyard that was inevitably sad.

"Mother, who is lying in the coffin in the ancestral hall, why do we all kneel him?" A just sensible child of the sword family asked puzzled at his mother.

"Shhh, be quiet, there is lying in the ancestral hall is the last head of our sword family, he is the elder brother of the head of the family, and he is the father of the sword warrior king, which is worthy of our knees!" The mother gently covered the voice of the child next to her and said.

After a long time, the members of the Sword Family in the ancestral hall dispersed, leaving only Jian Yuntian and Jian Fengyun.

(End of chapter)