The Ultimate Sword Master

Zhongzhou.

Located in the very center of this continent, it is rich in ideas and resources. Its territory is far larger than the other four areas. As a result, countless talented people have been born, and many of them have ancient inheritances and are terrifyingly deep. The power is also entrenched here.

Luoheng Holy Land.

It's one of them.

Deep West.

A huge mountain range is located here in the shape of a tiger perched on a dragon's plate. The mountains are green and the clouds are misty, giving it a fairy-like atmosphere.

In the mountains.

A man walks forward slowly.

Taking the blame.

A sharp knife is inserted into the waist.

There was a faint look of exhaustion on his face.

It was Zuoyang.

"arrive."

Looking at the green water and green mountains in front of him, he exhaled softly and opened his hands to form an ancient seal.

Buzz!

The space trembled slightly.

Where there was nothing at all, a portal suddenly appeared.

No hesitation.

Zuo Yang took a step forward.

The portal is not far away.

An old man with a leisurely demeanor was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. He looked quietly. Sensing movement, he raised his eyelids slightly, and then... he stared straight at me!

"Left……"

His speech was incoherent and his grace was completely lost.

"Zuo Yang!"

"Mr. Wang."

Zuo Yang seemed familiar with him and nodded.

"you……"

Make some space.

Mr. Wang was so excited that he stood up instantly.

"You're back! Okay, okay, okay! Hahaha... happy event, happy event, great happy event!"

Laughing.

He hurriedly summoned the messenger.

This Luoheng Holy Land is naturally much larger than the Wanhua Holy Land and others.

For a while.

Those who were close rushed over immediately.

Those who are far away are still trying their best to come.

Zuoyang left and came back.

It’s like a dream to them!

"Step aside."

Seeing that he was surrounded by people, Zuo Yang was a little unhappy.

"I want to see the Holy Lord."

"Are you Zuoyang?"

Suddenly.

An angry shout came from mid-air, but it was a young man, followed by dozens of people, who instantly landed in front of Zuo Yang.

"You still have the nerve to come back!"

It is different from the joy of others.

The people behind him all looked evil.

"who is he?"

Zuo Yang frowned.

"this……"

The old gatekeeper was a little embarrassed.

"After you leave, this will be the new Holy Son."

"..."

Zuo Yang was silent for a moment, looking directly at the young man with a calm expression.

"From today on, you are no longer."

"What did you say!"

"I come back."

Zuo Yang thought for a while.

"Continue to be a Holy Son."

"presumptuous!"

The young man was furious.

"The position of the Holy Son is the foundation of the Holy Land. It needs to pass many tests. Do you think you can take it as you want..."

"Hahaha……"

Sudden.

There was a burst of laughter.

The sound was grand and distant, and it seemed to resonate with the great road.

"Is this true?"

In silence.

An old man with a red face, wearing linen clothes, white hair and bare feet fell in front of Zuo Yang.

"Holy Lord!"

Everyone saluted.

"Zuo Yang!"

Holy Lord Luoheng ignored them at all, just stared at Zuo Yang, the ecstasy in his heart was not concealed at all, "Do you know how many years I have been waiting for your words? Tsk tsk, my cultivation level is a bit low. Back then When you leave, you will be in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm..."

"Busy cooking."

Zuo Yang interrupted him.

"No time to break through."

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Holy Lord Luoheng did not dare to force him.

"It'll be great if you can come back. Breaking through has never been a problem for you. When do you want to..."

"besides."

Zuo Yang interrupted him again.

"Being a Holy Son comes with conditions."

"Just say it!"

"I want that soul-absorbing fruit."

"Give!"

Holy Lord Luoheng waved his hand.

"Your cultivation has reached the Earth Tribulation Realm, and you can use it just in time to break through. That thing is prepared for you!"

not far away.

The young man was almost jealous to death.

That soul-absorbing fruit.

It is an existence close to the holy medicine!

He was also in the Earth Tribulation Realm and had long coveted the fruit. However, even though he had asked for it many times, Holy Master Luoheng was not willing to give it to him. Unexpectedly... he gave it to Zuo Yang so easily today!

"not me."

No idea.

Zuo Yang's next words made him collapse even more.

"I want to give that fruit to someone. You have to help me deliver it. You have to do it quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

"this……"

Holy Lord Luoheng hesitated.

"For others..."

"Farewell."

Zuo Yang turned around and left.

"Send, send, send!"

Holy Lord Luoheng was anxious.

"It's just a piece of fruit. Give it to whomever you say. Wang Yong, you go and handle this matter. All matters must be obeyed by Zuo Yang!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The old man guarding the gate is Wang Yong.

"I'll go deliver it right away!"

"The Great Yan Dynasty."

Zuo Yang warned carefully: "Kyoto, give it to a man named Gu Han. That's my junior brother. Don't use the arrogance of the Holy Land to suppress him."

"..."

Wang Yong trembled.

Suppress him?

Knowing that I am your junior brother, how dare I, the Holy Lord, destroy me?

"Zuo Yang."

Holy Lord Luoheng said with a smile: "Do you have any other requests?"

"have."

Zuo Yang thought for a while.

"Help me teach someone a lesson."

"He bullied my junior brother."

…

The Holy Demon Cult of the West.

Although it has not existed as long as ancient holy places like Luoheng Holy Land, due to the reason of the leader Yan Qianjue, his strength is not bad at all, and there are many large and small demon sects under his jurisdiction. The only one that can compete with it is the extremely mysterious Tianlong Temple. .

Demonic practice.

They tend to follow their true intentions, and their methods are more brutal than those of ordinary monks.

So this area.

The demons were dancing wildly, and the demonic aura was so dense that they looked like ghosts.

only.

For Yu Miao.

She had grown up here since she was a child, so she was naturally used to all this.

"Jie Jie..."

Moving forward.

An eerie laughter suddenly rang out.

"What a great beauty!"

"How dare you come here alone, tsk tsk, just in time, I am waiting for a breakthrough, and I am just one furnace away, and it is you!"

The words fell.

An ugly-looking old man instantly blocked her path, his eyes full of lust.

Yu Miao's face was expressionless.

Look at him quietly.

"Not afraid?"

The old man rubbed his hands.

"It's okay, I'll let you try it later..."

boom!

The words have not yet fallen.

Xali suddenly stretched out a big hand and grabbed him tightly!

"..."

The old man looked back and was frightened on the spot!

Behind him, at some point, dozens of figures appeared, all of them with evil expressions, almost trying to eat him alive. He recognized them instantly. These people were senior elders of the Holy Demon Sect. As for the one who captured him, As a young man, he is even more familiar.

Holy Demon Cult Leader!

Yan Qianjue!

"My daughter!"

Yan Qianjue's expression was ferocious, with an evil look on his face, "How dare you use it as a furnace? You son of a bitch! I'm tired of living!"

"Rare..."

puff!

The big hand exerted slight force.

The old man instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist!

"go!"

Yan Qianjue still couldn't relieve his anger.

"Kill all the sects that find this piece of shit and refine it into demon puppets! Remember, not a single tree or blade of grass can be left to me!"

"yes!"

behind.

One person immediately complied.

"The young leader is back!"

"Tsk tsk, the young leader has become beautiful again!"

"You are not talking nonsense, our young leader is the most beautiful person in the world!"

"Isn't it?"

"..."

Those high-level officials of the Holy Demon Cult were flattering.

Yan Qianjue glanced at them.

"See Young Master!"

Everyone trembled and saluted quickly.

"Ahem..."

Yan Qianjue had a smile on his face and rubbed his hands. He wanted to get closer but didn't dare. His eyes were full of flattery and flattery, "My dear daughter, you are finally back, but you don't know it. Dad misses you so much that he almost goes crazy." , I want to see you, but I'm afraid of annoying you, so I won't go. I think about it day by day..."

him at this time.

He looks like an old father in the mortal world, but there is no trace of the domineering and demonic power of the Holy Demon Cult Master?

"okay."

Yu Miao didn't seem to appreciate it.

"I'm tired."

"Let's go, daddy will take you back and have a good rest!"

"besides."

Yu Miao said calmly: "Help me do a few things."

"You say it, you say it!"

"I want that Blood Sea Demonic Grass."

"You're still so open-minded when talking to dad. This entire Holy Demon Sect belongs to you. Whatever you want, just take it!"

"I want to give it away."

Yu Miao paused slightly.

"You send someone to the Great Yan Dynasty to give it to a man named Gu Han. You have to hurry and don't delay!"

"Gu Han is..."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Elder Zhou!"

Yan Qianjue was a little worried, but he gritted his teeth thinking that this was a good opportunity to repair his relationship with Yu Miao.

"You, go deliver it now!"

"yes!"

"etc."

Yu Miao stopped him, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, "Take the treasured garment my mother left behind and give it to him as well. If he can recover... he should be able to use it in the future."

"ah?"

Elder Zhou was dumbfounded and glanced at Yan Qianjue.

"this……"

"Give it away!"

Yan Qianjue was furious.

"Is it possible that you asked me to deliver it in person?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Elder Zhou was sweating profusely.

"remember."

Yu Miao warned: "When you see him, put away your ways of the Holy Demon Cult, he will not follow your ways at all!"

Elder Zhou thought for a while.

"Young Master, how about I kneel down and kowtow to him when I see him?"

Everyone:...

"daughter."

Yan Qianjue endured it for a while, but couldn't hold it back anymore.

"This Gu Han...is a man?"

"kindness."

"..."

Yan Qianjue's heart twitched hard.

Yu Miao knew that he had misunderstood, and frowned again, so she could only explain, "He is my junior brother."

Yan Qianjue breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

Junior brother.

That’s okay!

kindness?

wrong!

He was alert again.

Junior brother is more likely to get into trouble!

"correct."

Yu Miao was too lazy to explain to him, "There is a person who I dislike very much. Go and teach me a lesson."

…

Zhongzhou.

Fu family.

In the main hall decorated with golden light.

The fat man was dusty, with a weathered look on his face, and his red eyes stared fiercely at the middle-aged fat man in front of him who had the same round figure.

"The last sentence, will you give it to me or not!"

"No way!"

The middle-aged fat man also got angry.

"Only this matter, there is no negotiation!"

This person.

It was the fat man's biological father, the current head of the Fu family, Fu Youde.

"You!"

The fat man was so angry that he trembled.

"If you don't give it to me today, I will sever the father-son relationship with you!"

"Dream on!"

Fu Youde sneered.

"You have my blood in your body, and you can just cut it off? With your appearance, everyone knows that you are my Fu Youde's child!"

"I..."

The fat man wanted to cry but had no tears.

"How can I have a father like you!"

"Heh!"

Fu Youde was unmoved.

"I might as well tell you that everything else is fine, but this one is not. If you have any bad thoughts again, don't blame me for suppressing you!"

"If you don't give it to me!"

The fat man looked around with his eyes, pointed at the pillar of the main hall made of strange gold, and said, "I will hit my head and die in front of you today!"

Fu Youde looked at him with a squint and said nothing.

"I..."

The fat man gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Fu! You don't have a son today!"

After saying that.

He hit his head hard on the pillar!

Instantly!

The ground shook.

The whole main hall shook a few times and collapsed!

Such a big noise.

It directly alarmed all the old and young people in the Fu family.

Rush to take a look.

Instantly dumbfounded!

In a pile of ruins.

Fu Youde was covered in dust, his hands were folded, his face...his face was covered with dust, and it was a little unclear.

Not far away.

The fat man sat in the ruins, with no desire to live.

"Damn it..."

"How can Fatty be so stubborn..."

This...

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were used to the quarrels between the father and son all day long, but it was the first time that they quarreled so much that their family was almost torn down.

"Master, what's going on?"

"Give it to the young master whatever he wants."

"Yes, our treasures are piled up like a mountain, there's no need to be so stingy."

"..."

Everyone tried to persuade him.

But Fu Youde remained unmoved.

"Let him die!"

"If he dies, I'll give him ten... no, a hundred sons!"

"Ahem..."

An old man of high seniority stood up and said earnestly: "Youde, even if you give birth to a thousand or ten thousand sons, the Dao bell will ring nine times... Since the founding of our Fu family, there has only been one!"

"..."

Fu Youde's face froze.

Looking at the fat man with dull eyes and despair, his heart softened and he sighed.

"Except for that thing."

"Even if you want the position of the head of the family, I can give it to you!"

"You should know."

His tone was a little solemn.

"What does that thing mean to my Fu family."

"Alas..."

Suddenly.

An old sigh came.

"Give it to him."

"Ancestor! No..."

"Give it!"

"..."

Fu Youde sighed heavily.

"Yes!"

"Ancestor!"

With a plop.

The fat man knelt down instantly.

"Thank you very much! I know that thing is very important to you, but... that's my friend, I can't watch him die!"

"Forget it."

The voice came again.

"My Fu family has never been ungrateful, this favor... should be returned!"

"Ancestor..."

The fat man gritted his teeth.

"And that shameless old thing from the Wu family bullied my brother, this matter... is not over!"

...

Dayan Dynasty.

Kyoto.

Gu Han naturally didn't know what kind of waves would be set off by what Zuo Yang and his men did for him.

"I'm going too!"

Hearing that the two were going out.

Zhao Mengyou naturally couldn't help it.

These days, under Yun Fan's verbal abuse, if she wasn't born with a cold and calm temperament, she would have been driven crazy. Naturally, she wanted to go out for some fresh air at this time.

Gu Han was about to object.

But Yun Fan took the lead.

"Are you really going?"

"Go!"

"Don't you regret it?"

"No!"

"Okay!"

Yun Fan laughed again.

"Then let's go together!"