Han Le smiled and said, "It doesn't exist."

Mu Bingxin praised and smiled: "I know I can't hide it from you."

"Although A Niu has a good cultivation level, he really can't help in the face of this level of battle."

"I asked him to go to Kangcheng. When he came back, if I was still there, it would be better; even if Longcheng was gone, then he would be safe. It would not be in vain for those years when I received my favor from Master."

Han Le was a little surprised.

This was the first time he heard the word "Master" in Mu Bingxin's mouth.

In normal times, he directly called his name He Qingzhi. Han Le knew that this was not Uncle Mu's disrespect for He Qingzhi, but as an abandoned disciple, he believed that he was not qualified to call He Qingzhi his master.

But today I changed my words.

Han Le vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

He asked A Niu to leave Kangcheng and said that he finally waited for him, could it be...

Han Le can't think too much.

Mu Bingxin took him to the shore of Anning Lake.

The two sat there for a while.

"What do you want me to do?"

Han Le knew that Mu Bingxin had helped him so much, so he must have asked for it.

"I want you to do a lot of things."

"You are the descendant of Daluo Mountain. Only you can kill Xia Chong and Abnasol. As for Yun Le, just leave it to me to deal with it."

"If I die, there is one more thing that I need to ask you."

Han Le nodded: "Okay."

Mu Bingxin was a little surprised: "You didn't listen to what I said."

Han Le smiled and said, "You old man is like entrusting your own son to the death. Can I not agree?"

He knew it himself that Mu Bingxin could not make too much demand.

Dealing with Yun Le and the King of Warlocks was originally the purpose of Han Le's return this time.

These two people would never let him go for the sake of the ancestor tree Golden Sword and Hongchen Sword. Uncle Mu helped him so much, so it was time to repay him.

Han Le has always been clearly distinguished with grudges.

"If I die."

"Please help me protect her."

After drinking the last pot of wine, Mu Bingxin said this as if he was a little drunk.

Han Le was slightly stunned, and then seemed to understand something.

The extremely peaceful lake land had a slight turbulence.

But Mu Bingxin stopped looking at him. He got up and left without any intention of turning around.

Even on the lake, a beautiful and ethereal figure was almost condensed.

Han Le thought something.

He looked at Mu Bingxin's back and shouted loudly: "Where are you going to uncle?"

"I'm going to get my sword back."

Mu Bingxin left with a smile: "After using these years of secret techniques, he finally fulfilled his promise."

"Han Le, I'm leaving, be careful."

After saying that, his back disappeared into the Treeman Academy.

From beginning to end, the vague figure on the lake surface never said a word.

...

"What sword is he going to find?" Han Le couldn't help asking.

The sound of the figure is crisp and nice:

"A sword that kills people and himself. The sword that he has been practicing with his life before he becomes an abandoned disciple."

"This fool always pretends to be very chic, but in fact he has been doing stupid things."

"Even though he has the most powerful divination technique, he never cherishes himself."

Han Le was confused when he heard this, but he also understood that Uncle Mu must have had a sad past.

The water dragon spirit on the lake was silent for a while:

"Are you from Daluo Mountain?"

Han Le nodded.

Her face suddenly became much colder.

But she still spoke, "Can you lend me that Red Dust Sword?"

Han Le hesitated for a while and directly opened the entrance to the Yanhuang Realm.

The water dragon spirit entered the Yanhuang Realm and turned into a woman in green.

She walked around the ancestral tree, leaving only a gentle sigh, and then it turned into smoke and disappeared.

But under the influence of the power of the world, Han Le saw some yellowed scenes-

That year, he was full of energy and his swordsmanship was successful, and he vowed to protect the peace of the world.

That year she was still fierce and wanted to break through the shackles and return to the sky.

After a big battle, she was defeated, but he stayed and became a guardian of the dragon vein.

That night, the pain of sealing on her body broke out. He kept guarding her silently, and finally couldn't help but pass through his natal sword essence a little.

This ferry lasted for decades.

In the years that followed, they often sat at the bottom of the lake and looked at each other.

There is no transcendence.

He always just kept his promise-

"The master said that the dragon vein cannot return to heaven; but this seal is too cruel and corrodes your body day and night. In this way, my natal sword element can relieve your pain."

"As long as I'm in one day, I'll protect you."
Chapter completed!