The Ultimate Sword Master

Zhongzhou, somewhere.

Luo Wushuang, dressed in white and with a leisurely look on his face, looked up at the scroll, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.

"The work is getting bigger and bigger."

"My father."

He smiled.

"It seems that you are a little anxious. Yes, it is indeed very uncomfortable to not see it."

Buzz!

As soon as the voice fell.

Fairy mist flowed above the scroll, and a golden ladder of unknown length and uncertainty spread from the sky and fell to his feet.

"Forget it."

He sighed softly.

"Success or failure depends on this one move."

After that.

He took a step and slowly walked towards the sky!

...

Inner circle of Zhongzhou.

In an elegant room at the headquarters of Tianyun Chamber of Commerce.

"Tsk tsk."

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe with a shrewd look on his face looked at the huge picture scroll in the sky and sighed, "This time's fortune is extraordinary. What a pity. If I were seven or eight thousand years younger, I would have to compete with these little guys."

Said.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the person behind him.

"In such a large five regions, you can't find a suitable candidate. How do you do things?"

"..."

The man smiled bitterly.

As for the candidate, it's not that there is no candidate, but... the other party doesn't agree. Can I force him?

"Gu Han."

"Fatty Fu."

The middle-aged man didn't expect him to answer, and kept talking to himself.

"I've heard of Gu Han. He is a real talent."

"But this Fatty Fu..."

He looked incredible.

"It must be that little bastard from the Fu family. How did this shameless guy get the jade token's approval and become the candidate for the Yellow Springs Ferryman? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out... Has the organization reached such a desperate point?"

"President."

The man thought for a while.

"This Fatty Fu only appeared briefly in the East Wasteland and hasn't appeared for more than ten years. Could it be... just a pseudonym, and the real person is someone else?"

"Forget it."

The man waved his hand.

"Don't worry about this Fatty Fu. After the Jinbang incident is over, go and contact that Gu Han. Even if it means losing our Chamber of Commerce, we must win him over!"

"President."

The man was puzzled.

"This Yellow Springs Ferryman, what on earth..."

Before he finished speaking.

But the man's aura changed, and the shrewd and mercenary meaning disappeared in an instant, replaced by sharpness and coldness.

"Is this something you can find out?"

"I've spoken out of turn!"

"Go back!"

"Yes, I'll take my leave!"

Seeing him leave.

President Yun's expression relaxed that day, and he suddenly smiled bitterly.

What do you do?

I really want to know too!

I'm just a small follower on the periphery of the organization!

...

The demon clan, the ancestral land.

"Go."

A shirtless man who was more than ten feet tall glanced at the golden ladder not far away, and said to the demon youth opposite: "This time the golden list has appeared, it is extraordinary. As long as you can rank in the top three of the golden list, the longevity fruit is still second, and the golden list will definitely bring great fortune!"

"In the five domains."

A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, "There are not many demons left. Whether they can rise again depends on you."

"I don't want the top three!"

Opposite.

The demon youth had a cold face, "If you want to do it, be the top!"

After saying that.

He led a group of young talents of the demon clan behind him, and each of them stepped onto their own golden ladder.

"..."

The big man didn't say anything.

The top of the list?

I'm afraid... it's very difficult!

...

The Barbarians of the Northern Territory.

The Temple of the God of War.

"Sir."

Ah Man looked at the golden ladder hanging in front of him, with a face full of hope and yearning, "Can I meet my benefactor this time?"

"Yes."

Yun Zhan smiled.

"He will definitely not miss such a big event."

"That's good!"

Ah Man smiled happily and then stepped onto the golden ladder.

Seeing him leave.

Yun Zhan suddenly sighed.

He didn't expect that this golden list was different from the Dao Bell, but instead brought together the geniuses from the five domains.

Will that evil... show up?

...

The Great Yan Dynasty.

Kyoto.

Looking at the golden ladder in front of him, Feng Xi took off the wine pot and took a sip, and then stepped up.

"Be careful."

Behind.

The Emperor of Yan sighed.

"I'm likely to meet him this time."

"Yes."

Feng Xi paused and nodded.

If I meet him.

I will... kill him for you!

...

In the southern border.

Outside the dilapidated mountain gate, Yun Tu looked at the dozens of people standing respectfully below with fanatical expressions, and the excitement in his tone could no longer be suppressed.

"Everyone!"

"My God is about to return!"

Plop!

Plop!

In an instant, everyone knelt on the ground, shouting non-stop.

"My God! Glory!"

These days.

With the help of people outside the domain, Yun Tu almost gathered all the masters above the extraordinary realm in the southern border and transformed them into divine servants. Among them, there are seven or eight cultivators in the Yuhua realm, and more than a dozen in the holy realm. The rest are all masters above the extraordinary realm.

Among them.

There are many geniuses of the younger generation.

"What a pity."

Yun Ao's figure floated over. He looked at the golden ladder that was hanging down not far away. It seemed real and illusory, with silk threads and fairy light. He shook his head and said: "If you miss such an opportunity, you will be in trouble in the future." Not necessarily."

"It doesn't matter."

Yuntu smiled.

"God's gift is the greatest opportunity and good fortune! But you..."

He glanced at Yun Ao.

"How long can you stop that old monk?"

"A quarter of an hour."

"enough!"

Yun Tu took a deep breath and said, "Everyone in the congregation, follow me... to welcome our god back!"

"yes!"

boom!

boom!

moment.

Everyone jumped into the sky, heading in the direction... it was the Western Desert!

As for those golden ladders.

From beginning to end, no one took a look.

…

Western Desert.

Inside the God-killing Formation.

"Master."

Wuxin looked at the old monk beside him pitifully, "Can I go?"

The gold medal appears.

The golden ladder was mysterious, but it appeared directly in the God-killing Formation and landed in front of Wu Xin.

"..."

The old monk was silent.

"Master."

Wu Xin continued to plead.

"I promise that I will take good care of it and never cause trouble again. Just let me go. This kind of opportunity may only come once in my life. Can you bear to see me miss it..."

The plea is true.

But the increasing violence and indifference in his eyes were also true.

"That's all."

The old monk sighed.

A big dry hand gently covered the top of Wu Xin's head.

In an instant!

An extremely dense Buddha light kept pouring into his body.

"Master...Father..."

A flash of pain and struggle flashed in Wuxin's eyes, but under the suppression of the Buddha's light, the indifference and violence gradually faded away.

"Go ahead."

After a while.

The old monk retracted his arm, silently recited the Buddha's name, and then said: "Remember, don't do anything wrong."

"yes!"

Wuxin suppressed his joy, clasped his hands together and said, "I understand, Master."