“Haha…is there any wine?”

The old man laughed, which means Gu Zhen guessed correctly. He was the former sword saint, Gong Yang Qianqiu. If he was not, he would have laughed it over.

"Yes, please, senior"

Gu Zhen took out a jar of wine and handed it over. He heard his clan from Gong Yang Qianqiu's laughter. Obviously, his smile just now was not that simple.

Because of his voice, or because he guessed who he was.

"You have wine, I have stories"

Gong Yang Qianqiu took the wine jar and opened it and felt a sense of heroism. Gu Zhen did not speak, but stood by the side, waiting to listen to his story.

"In the past, the Gongyang family was so noble, the destiny of the saints, how glorious it is as a Gongyang disciple, even if it is just a disciple of the other branch, it is still shining brightly... Unfortunately, under the bright appearance, there are all ignorance, ignorance, the lackey of the heavens, and the subordinates of the Tian family, haha."

While drinking, Gong Yang Qianqiu was there crazy and didn't know what he was talking about.

"He disdained, but I was complacent. In the end, I was just a clown. The thousand-time war book was just a joke. The sword saint, and the saint came. You said, where did the saint come from?"

Gong Yang Qianqiu walked to Gu Zhen, as if talking about drinking, and asked Gu Zhen questions.

"senior"

Gu Zhen was a little confused, but the only thing he understood was that Gong Yang Qianqiu had sent a thousand letters of war to his master, but his master was disdainful.

Of course it was impossible for him to be drunk. At this time, Gong Yang Qianqiu was just drinking and venting sorrow. These words were probably held in his heart for too long. He had a story and had to meet someone who was qualified and willing to listen to them before he could say them.

"A saint, is it still a saint? The sword saint, I don't know what to do with my hands, is it still a saint? It's not... It's just a false reputation, haha, I asked him why he didn't save me. He said, everything I have given to him, saint, without him, am I still a saint, just a chess piece, I said angrily that he has no heaven, he is not a saint, he is also not a saint, that day he was furious, his family was executed by him in order to protect me, and what about me, what can I do? I don't deserve to take a knife, I don't even know why I take a knife, I am ashamed of the sword, I don't deserve to hold a knife, and I call myself a saint, that's ridiculous, it's just someone else's chess piece, at the mercy of others."

Gong Yang Qianqiu looked like he was not happy and he didn't say anything without wine. He didn't say it. This was his pain. He just thought Gu Zhen was a suitable listener.

Gu Zhen is Yan Wudi's disciple. When he challenged Yan Wudi, Yan Wudi disdained him because he was not qualified. If he did not call himself a sword saint, perhaps he would have been treated differently when he went to challenge Yan Wudi.

However, he called himself the Saint of Knife, but he didn't even know why he held the knife. Not only did he not understand the knife, but he didn't even know why he held the knife at that time.

He is just a pawn of the Ram Saint. Even if Yan Wudi fought with him, he would not actually take action in the end, but the Ram Saint.

What Yan Wudi disdained was not Gong Yang Qianqiu himself, but the person behind him. Gong Yang Qianqiu is still a sword cultivator. He also used his sword to break through the way of heaven, but the reason why he was known as the same name as the God of Swords in the local land was because of the person behind him.

His holy comes from the holy of the Ram Saint, not by himself to achieve the title of the Saint of the Sword.

"Do you think I'm drunk?"

Gong Yang Qianqiu looked at Gu Zhen, and Gu Zhen was obviously extremely surprised when he listened to his story. A sword cultivator with a glamorous appearance actually hid behind him.

For some people, losing their qualifications is more important than losing their lives. In order to win back his qualifications, he even buried his family with him.

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Hanming Tianfu

"You're so relieved, Dong'er goes alone."

The Lord of Han Ming Palace knew that Han Dong had left Han Ming Tian Palace, so he walked out and looked at Han Chen and asked.

"Brother Luo Ming is worried that something will happen to Dong'er"

Han Chen frowned. This is Bei Shenzhou. Their Han Mingtian Mansion is also well-known in Bei Shenzhou. Generally speaking, even the True God Realm will sell their Han Mingtian Mansion a little bit of face.

But he is just an outsider, so Han Chen naturally felt relieved. Besides, Han Dong has entered the realm of True God.

"Who is the other party? Do you know, how high your cultivation is and how strong your strength is? But what background do you know, Dong'er, your son, don't you care?"

Luo Ming asked a series of questions, leaving Han Chen speechless. This is why, before his father died, he handed over the position of the lord of the mansion to Luo Ming, but did not pass it to his son. However, Luo Ming took great care of their Han family and even never married him for this.

"Can't I go?"

Han Chen smiled bitterly. He was grateful to Luo Ming, so he would usually listen to Luo Ming's words. Moreover, this matter was related to his son, who was just his adoptive father.

"Young Master, they are here, our people have seen it with their own eyes."

Sha Chunshu came to Han Dong and pointed to the Daofeng in front of him and said.

"Isn't this the former holy land of the Northern Knife Territory? Dao Peak?"

Han Dong looked at Daofeng and frowned. There were too many rumors about Daofeng. People in Beishenzhou and even the entire Jiutian Continent would not forget the power of Daofeng in the past.

The sword god is alive, and with one sword in hand, who in the world dares to compete with him?

"So what about Daofeng? Young Master, this Daofeng has long sank into the long river of history and has ceased to exist hundreds of thousands of years ago... No matter what he does, let's go up and capture that person to the Young Master."

"Yes, come with me"

The elders became very enthusiastic and broke through the True God Realm in the cold winter. If there was no accident, within ten thousand years, the head of the mansion would most likely abdicate to him.
Chapter completed!