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It used to be the first rank of the dynasty, but now it is reduced to a soldier at the top of the city. Not everyone can accept such a gap, let alone the second prince who offended the Lin family, who is now the empress dowager. One can imagine the future How sad.

Lin Wan'er bit her lips when she spoke up to this point, holding on to the window lattice with one hand, her body shivering like a spring cicada, suddenly a not-so-strong but unusually powerful arm rested on her shoulder, lifting her delicate and sexy body cling to a thick chest.

"Believe me, after the Sword Discussion Conference, I will revive your family. Don't need to look at the face of the Dayue Dynasty, let those second princes and empress dowagers go to hell!" Yuan Futu said, his tone was calm, but It seemed unusually powerful, as if it was throwing a loud voice.

Lin Wan'er felt the warmth coming from her chest, and her delicate body trembled, but she didn't dodge. Instead, she felt very safe, just like when she was facing a fourth-level spirit beast, as long as Yuan Futu was around, even this useless veteran If her cultivation level reaches only Hunyuan, she will feel that she has no worries.

"I have been cultivating here for seven years, and I finally managed to become an inner disciple and enter the Baji Sword House. I just want to help the family regain its former glory with my own hands. I appreciate your kindness." Lin Wan'er said with her head slightly lowered.

Yuan Futu smiled lightly, "That's right, it's more appropriate for you to do this kind of thing, but I can still pave the way for you and remove obstacles for you. Since Pound wants to be your stumbling block, I will help you get rid of him." !"

"Are you really sure of defeating him?" Lin Wan'er still couldn't figure out where his confidence came from.

To be honest, Yuan Futu has no chance of winning against a strong man who has reached the level of a god of law and has mastered a sword, but he once killed a blind bear the size of a thatched cottage in the mountains with his weak body. He also killed the fourth-level spirit beast that had comprehended the spirit flash. Even if he didn't have confidence, he firmly believed that with that determination, miracles could be created.

"An ordinary man's courage can defeat a country." Yuan Futu uttered these eight words, which were simple but profoundly meaningful.

Lin Wan'er said softly: "Tomorrow I want to practice in seclusion. I must reach the realm of the Dharma God before the Sword Discussion Conference, otherwise I won't even be able to defeat that woman Qingxuan, let alone enter the Sword Tomb."

Yuan Futu nodded, "Now you are only half a step away from the realm of the God of Law. With your talent and determination, you will definitely be able to break through. At that time, I will also be able to find a way to defeat Pound and return from the Tongtian Sword Tower. !"

Lin Wan'er raised her head, looked at his not-so-handsome but well-defined face, and said, "Then we have agreed that when we meet again, we must have the power to decide our fate."

Yuan Futu laughed twice, and said: "Of course, my fate is up to me!"

Lin Wan'er pursed her lips, her expression finally eased a little from the previous sad story, but she suddenly gave Yuan Futu a hard look.

"Have you had enough hugs?"

"It's okay, I'm not tired!"

"This is my boudoir, please get out!"

"But you invited me in, don't go out!"

"Rogue!"

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The next day, the sky was clear and the air was clear, and the sun shone unscrupulously in Jianzong. The cold of deep winter seemed to have gradually receded, and the frost all over the ground melted a lot.

The Tongtian Sword Pagoda is located on Tongtian Peak, tens of miles south of the main peak. From a distance, one can see a huge and ancient pagoda rising into the sky, surrounded by countless fine iron chains as thick as a bowl. There is a section of spiritual veins, so the vitality of the world here is much stronger than other places, and the effect of hundreds of gathering magic circles hidden on the tower provides a steady stream of energy for the operation of the formations in the Tongtian Sword Tower. The strength has not diminished in the slightest after thousands of years.

However, at the back of the tower, there are many stone tablets, engraved with the names of at least a hundred people, presumably all of them were examiners who died in the sword tower a few years ago.

At this moment, there were hundreds of people standing in front of the Sword Pagoda, including Sword Twelve, Nangong Qiushui, Shen Wuyu, as well as various law enforcers and sword masters, not to mention inner disciples.

When the news that Yuan Futu was going to enter the Tongtian Sword Tower came out, the whole Jianzong exploded, and immediately became the focus of public opinion, and the battle with Pang De at the Sword Discussion Conference became even more interesting. If it had been changed before, everyone might have had an absolutely skeptical attitude towards Yuan Futu's strength. After all, how could a person in the Hunyuan realm practice in the sword tower? After the news that Yuanshenhai's injury was recovered in only a few days, most people became suspicious, thinking that this elder must be hiding his strength, or hiding the extraordinary spiritual treasure handed down by Fang Yuan himself.

"Old man, why did the suzerain agree to open the sword tower for him? Does he think he has the strength to challenge the formation?" Pound asked in a low voice standing behind Shen Wuyu with a grim expression.

With his hands behind his back, Shen Wuyu said indifferently, "Are you scared?"

Pound shook his head resolutely, "Never, I just wondered if he should hold back at the Sword Discussion Conference because he is the elder."

Shen Wuyu snorted coldly, "Everyone in the Sword Sect knows about this battle. Now that you're on the Sword Discourse Arena, you'd better do your best. If you underestimate the enemy, you may be the one who loses."

Pang De was startled, he didn't expect Shen Yuan to say such a thing, he seemed to want to tell him that Yuan Futu was much stronger than he imagined.

"Chaos Lingbao..." Shen Wuyu squinted his eyes, recalling the information brought back by Yuan Zang, he was able to guess some of the secrets of Yuan Futu beheading the fourth-level spirit beast that night.

Yuan Futu stood in front of the sword tower with his hands on his hips, looking at the sealing formation engraved on the thick gate of the sword tower, and said confidently: "I will come out before the sword discussion meeting."

Nangong Qiushui who was standing beside him sneered, "I'm afraid you won't last that long, so I'll give you some news in advance. It's not just as simple as formations. Perhaps it's more appropriate to describe it in terms of formations and illusions."

Yuan Futu asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"When you go in, you will understand that if you can't move forward, don't force your way in, otherwise you will lose your life."

Although the words of this enchanting woman were harsh, it was still a warning, Yuan Futu frowned, turned around and looked around, but there was no sign of Wan'er.

Jian Twelve asked: "Didn't Wan'er come with you?"

"I let her go to retreat, please don't punish the suzerain."

Jian Twelve smiled, "Since she is your sword servant, I have no reason to punish her."

Yuan Futu nodded, turned his gaze back to the gate of the sword tower, and said in a deep voice: "I'm ready, please open the gate of the tower!"