The Ultimate Sword Master

"Young Master, please follow me."

Ignoring the few dazed monks guarding the city, Matthew led the way and immediately brought Gu Han into the city.

As for Long Tao.

No one cared about his life or death.

This kind of personal conflict, especially the friction between colleagues, naturally, others would not bother to care about it. Even if he died or was disabled, it had nothing to do with them.

…

From the outside.

This Zhenjian City is a cold and dark gate city.

But when you come to the city.

Gu Han found that this is actually a vast and boundless world, with the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, and everything. The abundance of spiritual energy is far better than any other domain he has ever seen.

At a glance.

There are countless buildings of various styles, revealing prosperity and luxury everywhere.

There are endless monks coming and going.

Most of them are wearing blue robes, with perfect spirits and full of energy, and their foundation is much stronger than that of ordinary monks outside.

Gu Han was not surprised.

Under the influence of such abundant spiritual energy for many years, the physical condition will naturally improve slowly.

"If you lose, you will have more."

"It can be seen that the style of this Zhenjian City Lord is domineering."

Old Sun sighed softly.

He also knew.

Under the prosperous and prosperous appearance of Zhenjian City, there is endless plunder and blood.

As the deacon of Zhenjian City.

Matthew has a high status. Along the way, many people took the initiative to come up and salute, but he sent them away casually.

Gu Han never spoke.

Along the way.

There are also different discoveries.

In Zhenjian City.

There are only a few blue-robed monks who can embroider swords on their sleeves, and the number is far less than Matthew. Most of them only have two or three swords. And these people are followed by some slave-like people, all of whom are ragged, with dull eyes, like puppets, which is incompatible with the glamor here.

"This is the sword slave."

Matthew explained in a low voice.

Few sword cultivators captured by Zhenjian City were killed on the spot. Most of them were taken back to Zhenjian City and turned into sword slaves.

For countless years.

Zhenjian City has plundered too many resources and earth veins. If it wants to integrate them into the city one by one, it needs a large number of manpower.

These sword slaves.

are the best candidates.

Mining, guarding medicinal fields, combing earth veins... These are the hardest and most tiring jobs, which are all done by these sword slaves. Not only do they not get any reward, but they also have to endure endless slavery and humiliation until their value is exhausted.

In Zhenjian City.

There has been a saying that has been passed down, and it is regarded as a golden motto by everyone in the city.

Sword cultivators.

Can't be killed.

Old Sun shook his head when he heard this, and looked at the dull-looking sword slaves, and sighed: "Are these people really sword cultivators?"

"Maybe they were once."

Gu Han saw the state of these sword slaves at a glance, "But now... their sword hearts are broken, their wills are destroyed, and even if they regain their freedom, they will never be able to pick up a sword again in this life."

"Oh my!"

Sapling was shocked, "Is this city lord so vicious?"

Old Sun also sighed.

"Doing this..."

"It's a hundred times more cruel than killing them directly!"

Judge others by yourself.

He thought to himself that if it were him, he would rather die than endure this endless and unlimited humiliation.

Gu Han's face was also very ugly.

He knew very well.

Yuan Zhengyang and Chongming were both people who would rather die than be humiliated. In this environment, they would definitely not want to live for a moment!

"Within half a day."

He glanced at Matthew and said expressionlessly: "Find out the news of my senior brother. In addition, I also want the whereabouts of those Xuanjianmen disciples you took away earlier!"

"Is it difficult?"

"My lord."

Matthew said respectfully: "It is not difficult to find those Xuanjianmen disciples, but your senior brother... half a day is far from enough."

In Zhenjian City.

There are many deacons like him. Each deacon manages more or less dozens of mines, medicine gardens, and shops... Added together, the number is huge. As for the number of sword slaves, it is even more terrifying.

Within half a day.

It is a fool's dream to want to find Yuan Zhengyang who came here decades ago and didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"This is an order."

Gu Han said lightly: "I didn't ask you to bargain."

"Yes!"

Matthew did not refute again, and said respectfully: "Please come to my place to rest for a while, I will do this right away!"

Gu Han did not speak again.

Looking at the huge Zhenjian City, he was not afraid of Fushengke, but at this moment, he was a little panicked for the first time.

Senior Brother.

Is he really still alive?

...

"My Junior Brother Gu Han!"

"He is the most outstanding person in the world!"

Zhenjian City.

In the southwest corner, in the abandoned mine.

The old man's voice was unusually loud.

Mentioning the word "Junior Brother".

He seemed to have more spirit and spirit, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Xiao Tangtang, remember."

He looked at the little girl, "One day, if you can leave this place of right and wrong, and meet my Junior Brother by chance, let him teach you, and you will benefit from it for the rest of your life!"

"Grandpa."

The little girl scratched her head, a little distressed, "He is so powerful, will he teach me?"

"Yes."

The old man smiled and said, "My Junior Brother's vision is not bad! Besides, if he doesn't teach you, tell me my name and say that I asked him to teach you!"

"Yes."

The little girl reacted instantly, "Grandpa, I don't even know your name!"

"Hahaha..."

The old man laughed loudly and said loudly: "I won't change my name, I won't change my surname! I am Yuan Zhengyang!"

"Wow!"

In the dim mine, the little girl's eyes were bright, full of admiration and worship.

"Cough cough..."

A violent cough interrupted her fantasy.

It seemed that the laughter affected the injury.

Yuan Zhengyang started to cough violently again, his breath was extremely weak, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Grandpa! How are you!"

The little girl supported him in a hurry, almost crying.

"Cough cough...an old problem."

Yuan Zhengyang waved his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, not caring at all.

"Oh, right!"

As if she thought of something, the little girl hurriedly took out a storage ring, "Grandpa, this is the elixir that my father asked me to give you."

"..."

Yuan Zhengyang didn't say anything.

He took the storage ring gently, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

"Tangtang."

He whispered: "After you go back, tell your father not to send me pills anymore."

"Why?"

"Back then."

Yuan Zhengyang smiled bitterly: "I just reminded him a few words casually, it's not a big deal, but he has always remembered it in his heart. He has been taking great risks to send me medicine all these years, and even..."

"Alas!"

"No matter how great the favor is, it's just this much. We owe him too much, and we don't have the face to let him take risks for us again."

"This place is called Zhenjian City."

"In fact, it is full of ghosts, people's hearts are not ancient, beasts are everywhere, flies and dogs are running around, your father's personality is not suitable for here."

"Go back and tell him."

At this point, his face became serious, "That matter can no longer be delayed, leave here as soon as possible, as soon as possible!"