Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 562 Qiushui Disciple Zhao Xuanjun

In fact, it was Sang Xiaoman who kept her hand, and at the moment the cloud character shattered, she released the mountain character, otherwise Gu You would have been blood spattered on the spot.

"Do you still think that women cannot inherit the position of head of the Sang family?"

Sang Xiaoman smiled at the few people in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"So what if you can draw a seventh-grade cloud talisman?"

Qu Ping helped up Gu You, who was coughing up blood, and pointed at Sang Xiaoman angrily, saying:

"If you insist on going your own way, you will only make the Sang family fall into fire and water, and make all the branches oppose your Tianzi meridian!"

Although Sang Xiaoman's strength surprised him a little, he did not change his opinion, and still felt that Sang Xiaoman was not suitable for the position of head of the family.

"so what?"

Sang Xiaoman's face also sank.

"It's nothing, it's just your Tianzi branch, just wait for the seven branches to join forces to crusade! Sometimes your blood will flow into rivers, so don't resent us!"

Tang He said coldly.

"Seven veins crusade?"

Sang Xiaoman sneered.

"Did you forget that the Sang family originally only had one branch of Tianzi, but our ancestors thought of your contributions to the clan, gave you the surname of the Sang family, and let you practice the skills of the Sang family, so that you have seven veins." .Today, you group of ungrateful locusts are trying to replace him, yet you still dare to say something so high-sounding? How ridiculous!"

She didn't budge.

"That's nothing to say."

Sang Wuyin, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke. He patted the armrest of the seat and stood up.

"Since my niece Xiaoman has such strength, my uncle is also very pleased. If we fight in the future, I don't have any scruples."

He smiled, then stretched out a hand, and patted Sang Xiaoman's shoulder.

Sang Xiaoman instinctively wanted to hide, but found that his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't move at all. He could only watch Sang Wuxian's hand pat on his shoulder.

"Snapped"

Although it was just a light slap, Sang Xiaoman felt that his internal organs were about to be shattered.

Seeing that Sang Wuxian's hand was about to be slapped down again, although Zhai Rong seemed to have noticed something strange, in Sang Xiaoman's eyes, his figure became extremely slow, and he couldn't lift a hand for a long time.

"This must be a Lingbao that I missed..."

Sang Xiaoman's heart sank. She had already investigated Sang Wuyin once before, including his cultivation level, talismans and even spiritual treasures, but obviously still missed a lot of things.

Just when she was considering whether to use her hole cards, a clear and clear sound of sword chant suddenly came from outside the house.

Immediately after a "ding", a rusty ancient sword was inserted into the floor of the room, making a buzzing and trembling sound.

And the breath emanating from this ancient sword was like a clear spring, washing away all the "mud" from Sang Xiaoman's body, allowing her body to regain its freedom.

"Sang Wuyin, are you a little impatient?"

A tall and thin man walked into the guest room with a large sword box on his back.

The man's face was vicissitudes, with stubble on his face, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

But Sang Xiaoman recognized him at a glance.

"Cousin Xuanjun!"

She shouted a little excitedly, even forgetting that she had just escaped from danger.

The man who appeared suddenly was none other than Zhao Xuanjun, Sang Xiaoman's cousin who had practiced with Li Yunsheng in Qiushui.

It's just that the once outstanding boy among Qiushui's younger generation has now turned into a sloppy swordsman.

"I'm sorry girl, I'm late, I just received your letter not long ago, and I didn't even see my uncle for the last time."

When talking about uncle, Zhao Xuanjun's eyes became a little dim.

"The Zhao family also wants to take this muddy water?"

Sang Wuyin sneered from the side.

"If you insist on thinking this way, it's up to you."

Zhao Xuanjun pulled up the ancient sword on the ground, and then gave Sang Wuyin a cold look.

"You were already inextricably linked with that Qiushui, and now you want to get involved in this matter. I'm afraid that the road in Shizhou will be difficult in the future. I admire your courage, but it's a pity that you are in the middle of nowhere. No talent."

Sang Wuyin shook his head with a look of pity.

"I, Zhao Xuanjun, have always been a disciple of Qiushui. If anyone asks me, I can tell him so loudly. There is no need to shy away from it."

Zhao Xuanjun raised the ancient sword in his hand, took out a piece of silk cloth and wiped it carefully.

"However, in terms of talent and courage, I'm not as good as my junior brother."

Having said that, he firmly grasped the hilt of the ancient sword with his hand, and accompanied by a buzzing sound of the sword, a chilling sword intent rushed out from the ancient sword.

Even Sang Wuxian was a little startled without realizing it.

"This kid is stronger!"

He sighed in his heart.

"Mr. Qu, Mr. Tang, since we are not welcome here, let's go. There are still many things to discuss later."

Sang Wuyin smiled helplessly.

"correct."

But just when they were about to go out, he suddenly turned around and smiled at Sang Xiaoman:
"Niece Xiaoman, my brother's funeral is only a few days away? Don't forget to let me know when the time comes, and I will prepare a... big gift for you!"

After saying this, he followed several clan elders and walked out of the guest room laughing.

No matter how calm Sang Xiaoman was, his face was ashen at this moment.

"Don't worry, we will settle this account with them one by one."

Zhao Xuanjun patted Sang Xiaoman on the shoulder and comforted him.

"I'm ok."

Sang Xiaoman shook his head, then asked with a smile:
"Cousin, you have traveled for almost three years, right? How far did you travel this time? How many swords did you find?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xuanjun suddenly became excited.

"This time, I went north from Zuzhou, passed through Yuanzhou, Liuzhou, and Shengzhou, and visited six state capitals. I found a total of 160 famous swords that I left behind in Qiushui, and this Nishui is one of them. "

While putting down the huge sword box on his back, he talked incessantly.

At the end, he opened the sword case, and a pair of rusty ancient swords flew out of the sword case, floating in the guest room.

"Are these the swords that flew out of our autumn water?"

Looking at this ancient long sword, Sang Xiaoman's eyes suddenly became hot.

"That's right, I can name each of these."

Zhao Xuanjun nodded.

Since the fall of Qiushui, he has been like an ascetic monk for ten years like a day, looking for the sword that flew out of Qiushui in every corner of Shizhou.

"When all the swords are found, I will definitely build Qiushui again."

Zhao Xuanjun said with determination.

"There will be that day."

Sang Xiaoman also nodded vigorously.

"It's just, cousin, have you ever heard from him?"

She suddenly looked a little sad.

"Cousin is talking about Junior Brother Yun Sheng?"

Zhao Xuanjun asked.

"Ah."

Sang Xiaoman nodded slightly.

"No, in the early years, I often heard news about hunting down Qiu Shui's remnants, but in recent years, the Immortal Alliance has suddenly blocked all these news..."

Zhao Xuanjun shook his head with a wry smile.

"But I believe he must still be alive. The [-] jailers and ghosts in the Twilight Forest didn't trap him, and those people outside the Twilight Forest must have nothing to do with him."

He was very firm in his belief.

"May he be safe."

Sang Xiaoman said sadly:

"Over the years, when I thought about it, when he was alone, facing the pursuit of Xianmeng and Hell, I would hate myself. Why did he leave Qiushui at that time."

"I'm not like that."

Zhao Xuanjun took a deep breath, his eyes were sharp and authentic.

　When I think of Qiushui, I want to cry, that is my lost youth, please vote for my lost youth, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)