There was a loud noise in the sky, and the whole little world trembled, and then a plain hunchbacked old man appeared in the sky.

As soon as the old man appeared, he looked indifferently at the group of people who had just planned to kill Zhou Yushan and Wang Zheng.

Suddenly, whether it was the Zixiao Holy Land or the people from the Yin-Yang Li family in the Void, they all stopped their pace in an instant, and looked at the old man in the void who was at least not as good as an old farmer, and let out a burst of exclamations:

"Senior Mute Master? Senior Mute Master Mute Master of the Sky Sword Sect?"

"How is that possible? Didn't it mean that Senior Mute Master vowed that he would never come out of the Rising Cave Heaven again because Zhou Cong died?"

"A fifth-level monster! If it weren't for the early death of Senior Zhou Cong, the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect would have been even greater than it is now!"

"A fifth-level monster... If this is placed in the Western Continent with different cultures, it is very likely that the church will worship it as a demigod."

"Mutual servant?"

Looking up at the sky, looking at the terrifying old man in the body who did not show his breath, but was defeated by the holy land and the ancient family with one man, Wang Zheng's face showed a thoughtful look.

Although I think I know that this mute servant came for Lao Zhou, Wang Zheng always felt that the matter was not simple.

"If you don't respect my young master, everyone will be killed without mercy!"

Although the mute servant could not speak, his powerful strength was there, and the sound of heaven and earth appeared, expressing the thoughts in his heart.

"Young Master? Is it him? How is that possible! Isn't he dead?"

"It seems that it is really similar to Zhou Yushan thousands of years ago..."

The words of the mute servant seemed to be the only sound in the whole world. It made everyone feel fearful and fearful, and also caused a huge wave of shock.

In the end, the top Nascent Soul Peak, who was led by Zixiao Saint Land, had the aura of heavenly tribulation, and his eyes flashed and he smiled bitterly:

"So you are him. No wonder you have already blocked the news, and you can still find it here. No wonder you know the Nine Sword Sword Technique of Zhuxian.

Well, the Zhuxian Sword has turned into ashes, and the only precious thing throughout the winter is the remains of the senior Zhuxian Sword Master.

With you here, I can’t move the remains of Zhuxian Sword Master in terms of feelings and reason.

This is because my Zixiao Holy Land is wrong. When I go back on my regret, I will definitely go to the Rising Sword Sect to apologize."

As he said that, the old man's sleeves were ashes, and the gray purple thunder directly violently broke through the void of the cave. The purple thunder swam, forming a deep and terrifying space tunnel.

Then, Zixiao Holy Land left with a slight start.

Afterwards, the people from the Li family in the Void Yin and Yang suddenly changed their faces. After looking at the old farmer in panic, they bowed their hands from afar and went straight to the air in the Void Warrior.

At this time, the faces of the mute servant and Zhou Yushan looked much better. They seemed to have ignored the monks who were still here, and stared at the Zhuxian Sword Master sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain and remained silent.

After a long time, Zhou Yushan sighed slightly and waved to the distance to the Zhuxian Sword Master. The sword box floating beside Zhuxian Sword Master appeared in his hand.

"I haven't seen it for thousands of years. The sword box made of fan wood has grown to this level with Uncle Huang Jiu."

Rubbing the sword box that was neither gold nor wood in his hand, Zhou Yushan's tone was full of nostalgia.

"Old Zhou, you and Senior Zhu Xian Jianzun..." As the atmosphere had eased, Wang Zheng finally couldn't control his doubts.

"Didn't you guessed it?" Zhou Yushan glanced at Wang Zheng, his eyes were very clear, as if he had seen through everything long ago.

When Wang Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly widened. The screenwriter's mind was connecting all the clues he knew together, forming a fact that he couldn't believe:

"Your father was the genius boy who was rescued by the Rising Sword Sect with Zhuxian Jianzun back then? Are you the kid in the Rising Sword Sect who witnessed Zhuxian Jianzun invincible world with his own eyes?"

Zhou Yushan nodded, and said with regretful and nostalgic tone:

"That's right, my father was the genius boy back then. However, my father died early, and he was not as good as Uncle Huang Jiu's posture of killing immortals."

"Then why are you Zhuxian Nine Swords? It is rumored that Zhuxian Sword Master did not teach anyone the sword technique! What's more, it's the direct inheritor of your Sky-Splitting Sword Sect?"

Wang Zheng still couldn't understand something.

"Uncle Huang Jiu is good at fortune. He touched my head, and naturally there was the sword intent he left behind in my mind.

But at that time I was too weak and could not afford Uncle Huang Jiu's sword intent.

Moreover, Uncle Huang Jiu’s power is powerful and I will have a great disaster in the future. The sword intent of Zhuxian Nine Swords is also a means to save my life.

Once I return again and enter the sword path again, the Nine Swords of Zhuxian will really manifest in my consciousness."

Zhou Yushan looked deeply at the top of the cliff, as if he was the peerless figure in the center of the whole world, and said with sigh and gratitude in his tone.

With Zhou Yushan's explanation, Wang Zheng finally fully understood the whole story!

Collecting the Zhuxian Sword Master touched Lao Zhou's head in the Rising Sword Sect that year, and then he had the opportunity to never die and put his remaining soul on the sword.

Now that Old Zhou has stepped on the sword path again, his sect’s resources are inclined, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has finally learned and mastered the Nine Swords of Zhuxian!

"Well, I'm sure I am the man destined to be the strongest junior uncle in history. Thousands of years ago, peerless strong men paved the way for him, and people are so angry that they are more popular..."

Looking at Zhou Yushan, who had gray hair and didn't know what to think, Wang Zheng sighed helplessly.

However, the atmosphere at the moment is a bit solemn. Wang Zheng solved the doubts in his heart, which is naturally not good enough to ruin the scenery. He could only say something almost emotion:

"The Nine Swords of Zhuxian..."

It is also a sword technique named after one sword and two swords. I don’t know how many times the Holy Spirit sword technique has exploded.

At least for Wang Zheng, except for the Twenty-Three Swords that are temporarily unavailable, if the Holy Spirit Sword Technique cannot comprehend the realm of the Demon Sword, its power will gradually fail to keep up with Wang Zheng's rhythm.

But the nine swords of Zhuxian are different. Each sword has a completely different inverted rhyme. White clouds, wind and snow, stars, and even the last Zhuxian. It can be said that each sword is stronger than the Holy Spirit sword technique.

Wang Zheng could only admire such a peerless swordsmanship.

"Why, do you want to learn?" Hearing Wang Zheng's emotion, it was Zhou Yushan, he quickly calmed down. Zhan Yan smiled and said this suddenly.

"Did you teach me?" Wang Zheng subconsciously replied without thinking.

Then, he immediately responded, glaring at his eyes and looking disbelief:

"You want to teach me the Nine Sword Skills of Zhuxian?!"
Chapter completed!