Chapter 315

"It's really you!"

At the top of a hall of Songshan sword sect, a fiery red shadow stood proudly. Listening to the shouting beggar below, the corners of his mouth aroused a confused smile. Then he turned his eyes to the mountain path below, and a pair of Phoenix eyes showed a touch of high morale.

This time she has made great achievements in her magic skills. It's time for the whole world to know her name!

Under everyone's gaze, a figure wearing a light gauze hat walked slowly from the mountain gate. The pace seemed slow, but it could step more than ten feet away. It seemed to flash through the space. In just a moment, he followed the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain to the school yard of Songshan sword sect and stood in front of Xie Feng.

Yes, this person is Ximen Chua, who is as cold as ice, as cold as snow and known as the sword God... Cough, it's Wang Hao!

Through the veil of the hat, Wang Hao looked at the eight Confucian robed elders standing on the high platform in front of him. From each other's dress and the smell of skills, he immediately determined that these were the eight Confucian old monsters.

Even one of them once attacked and killed him on the top of Mount Tai Dai. He was also the only strong man who retreated from the top of the congenital grand master. As for the others, he joined hands with Yushu fairy to kill him.

The appearance of these eight old monsters made him nervous. After all, the other party was too strong. If one of them broke out with all his strength, he was sure to save his life.

But it was difficult for the eight people at once. Even at the foot of the mountain, he asked xiaomengmeng to enable the treasure hunt function. After confirming that the eight old monsters were present, he hesitated whether to come up or not.

Fortunately, in this Songshan sword sect, in addition to the eight old monsters of Confucianism, there are many congenital strong people, and even there are 11 people at the peak of the congenital great master.

These must be the innate strong who were once driven out of the Central Plains by Confucianism. The two sides have a natural hatred. With these people standing nearby, the eight old monsters of Confucianism certainly dare not take action at will.

However, when Wang Hao saw the ancient sword held by the eight ancestors of Confucianism, he finally understood the strength of the eight old guys.

These eight ancient swords are held by Li Haoran and others. Although Li Haoran inherited these eight ancient swords, it is difficult for them to exert their own power. Only in the hands of these eight old monsters can they show all their power.

With the eight ancient swords in hand, the combat power of the eight ancestors of Confucianism can at least double. Coupled with the eight pole sword array owned by Confucianism, it is enough to suppress the congenital strong around.

Otherwise, will the innate strong who are forced out of the Central Plains be dormant all the time?

Even this joint return to the Central Plains has to be sneaky and dare not show up.

But it's just cheap, Wang Hao. Both sides are afraid and won't do it easily. Now he can safely pretend to be forced and deceived.

"Good sword! What a pity! "

Wang Hao glanced at the eight ancient swords one by one, first gave a heartfelt praise, and then shook his head with regret.

Hearing Wang Hao's praise, the eight great ancestors of Confucianism were secretly proud. After all, these eight ancient swords are the strongest details of Confucianism. It's not too much to say that they are the first in the world.

But when the eight people heard the second half of the sentence, their complexion was stiff. One of the fiery Confucian ancestors angrily said, "boy, you have made it clear. What a pity for my sword?"

Others also gathered their eyes and waited for Wang Hao's explanation.

In this regard, Wang Hao did not have stage fright and did not immediately answer the question of the Confucian ancestor. Instead, he explained: "the complete life body is composed of essence, Qi and spirit, which are also the three foundations of divine soldiers.

Essence represents the material and forging technique of the weapon itself, Qi represents the power of heaven and earth artificially cultivated by the divine weapon, and God represents the charm of the weapon itself.

Combining the three of essence, Qi and spirit, and endowing the weapon with the true spirit with the holder's heart of martial arts, you can achieve a divine weapon.

The material of the sword in your hand is barely justifiable. After thousands of years of cultivation, it has also cultivated charm. However, it is a pity that you are not a pure swordsman who is sincere in kendo, and you have not repaired the sword heart. You can not make the sword body accumulate the power of heaven and earth, nor can you endow the sword with true spirit with the sword heart.

Therefore, the sword in your hand is still only for ordinary soldiers, and you can't take the last step to become divine soldiers. "

At last, Wang Hao shook his head, as if regretting that the eight ancient swords were stuck in the last step, or hating Confucianism.

This made the eight great ancestors of Confucianism look at each other and be full of ignorance.

This is the first time they have heard such a theory, but it sounds very tall!

This made the eight people feel at a loss for a while, but the Confucian ancestor who had questioned before was still unconvinced and said, "hum! A person who hides his head and shows his tail is also qualified to evaluate me? "

"Oh! This! It's drizzling today! Bring a hat to avoid being wet by rain! "

Wang Hao seemed to react. He raised his hand and took off the gauze hat on his head, revealing his true face.

"Clang!"

With a clatter, the weapon in the hands of many Wulin people with poor psychological tolerance suddenly fell to the ground. Everyone stared at Wang Hao in the center, especially the shiny forehead.

The red shadow standing on a hall of Songshan sword sect in the distance stumbled and almost fell off the roof. It was not easy to stabilize his body, and quickly turned his head to one side. He didn't dare to see the scary scene again, for fear that he couldn't help falling down.

Even some masters of Shaomu Temple subconsciously touched their heads. They always felt that their heads didn't shine like each other.

Obviously, the other party is in a pure natural state of hair loss and baldness.

Only this pure natural state can act on the hair root and make it lose the ability of regeneration, so as to maximize the closure of the pores on the top of the head, showing a reflective state.

These monks are only shaved, and they have to trim it with a razor every day when they get up. Naturally, the degree of reflection is not as good as each other.

But the contrast of the other side is too strong. When I came earlier, I told him that it was as cold as ice and snow, and the name also has a very high force.

Listen, Simon blowing snow, what a poetic name!

Moreover, the overseas Wulin people who wandered in the Wulin of the central plains are all handsome. Even the Zhu Yanzu from Lao Zhu's family is a rare handsome man.

But what the hell is this fat uncle with hair loss and baldness in front of him?

This is a turbid current of overseas Wulin beauty troupe!

No, that's a mudslide!

This gap is too big!

"Grandpa, I really want to..."

A girl standing on the side of runner Wang looked at Wang Hao's greasy uncle. Her white and perfect face twitched and twisted. Finally, she had to look to her grandfather runner Wang nearby for help.

She had been told by her grandfather to contact Simon at all costs, and it was best to be his woman.

Previously, she also obtained the portraits of the unparalleled sword saint and the nameless sword sect, as well as the portrait of Ye Gucheng, the master of Baiyun city. They are rare beautiful men.

In her opinion, Ximen chuixue, who is also one of the ten robbers of the heavenly demons and saints, must also be a rare beautiful man.

In particular, the other party's name is so poetic and picturesque. In addition, they are strong. Behind them, they also rely on overseas Wulin and Tianmo saints. Even the Ming royal family has to do everything to curry favor with them.

How could she not face such a perfect prince charming?

On the way here, she imagined what the ideal husband would look like, but now when she saw the real face, all her fantasies and expectations were shattered into slag, and she felt that her whole life was gray.

"Cough... Yu'er, please do everything!"

Similarly, the runner Wang, whose face twitched unceasingly, coughed and said a very kind and hopeful word. Then he turned his head and didn't dare to look into his baby granddaughter's eyes.

He didn't expect such a result. He thought he could find a suitable husband for his baby granddaughter and win over a big backer for their old Zhu family, but who thought it was like this.

The latter goal can indeed be achieved, but the former one is a little

Looking at the shiny head of the figure in front and a circle of elegant long hair around, this extremely distorted contrast makes the Runner King don't know what to say.

You said that as a great sword God, you lost your hair to baldness. Is that worthy of your poetic name?

"Sister Huang!"

Zhu yu'er seemed to look at Zhu Yunlu aside for help, hoping that the cousin could say a word for her.

Facing her cousin's eyes for help, Zhu Yunlu tried to resist the unnaturalness in her heart and gently persuaded her: "sister yu'er, in fact, men are different from our women. We women judge people by appearance, but we pay more attention to talent and ability for men.

As the old saying goes, a man of talent and a woman of beauty, and sister yu'er's face are peerless. She is the first beauty of our royal family in the contemporary era. Mr. Ximen has the reputation of the sword God and is powerful. It is a match made in heaven... "

While persuading, Zhu Yunlu secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, her favorite big cousin Zhu Yanzu is a male god, otherwise she would have to pick out her eyes if she had to change to the greasy uncle with hair loss and baldness opposite.

The shadow of despair in Zhu yu'er's heart slowly expanded and felt the deep malice from the whole world.

Not to mention the runner Wang and others, even the eight ancestors of Confucianism who have lived for more than 200 years were almost stopped by this huge contrast, and the ancient sword in their hands almost fell to the ground.

After a long time, a leading Confucian ancestor asked tentatively, "are you really the God, the sword God Ximen chuixue, one of the ten robbing masters of the heavenly demons and saints?"

This sentence awakened the people who were still in shock, especially Zhu Yuer, who was shrouded in the shadow of despair. Her eyes were bright and full of hope. She looked forward to the greasy uncle with hair loss and baldness.

"If false, change!"

Wang Hao very natural and unrestrained stretched out his hand to trim the hair on one side of his head, barely covered his shiny forehead, then shook his head and admitted his identity.

But this action made many Wulin people hold their hearts and step back together. Zhu Yuer was pushed into the abyss of despair again, and the whole person lost his glory.

"But why is your image so different from that of the unparalleled sword saint, the nameless sword sect and the sword immortal Ye Gucheng?"

A straightforward Confucian ancestor couldn't help asking and asked the voice of everyone present.

"Hum! Do Wulin experts have to be handsome? Can't sword God lose his hair? These are your prejudices and misunderstandings against the strong! "

With a cold hum, Wang Hao said he was angry. LengSheng explained to himself that he did not speak for all the experts in the world.

I'm really angry this time. Although he knows that the waistcoat model he made doesn't look good, it doesn't return well. It's too much for you to say it clearly.

I don't want to lose face, Simon?

“……”

In the face of Wang Hao's explanation, everyone present was speechless. Listen carefully, this statement is really reasonable... A ghost!

Of course, not everyone disagrees with this explanation. Some experts with low appearance value among many Wulin people look at Wang Hao with colorful eyes and look very excited. They have a great sense of regret for meeting their confidants!

The sword God said what they wanted. Just because of their lack of appearance, how many white eyes and sins they have suffered in the Jianghu these years. Who knows the grievances in their hearts?

But their appearance and appearance are given by their parents. What can they do?

They are also very desperate, okay!

In the past, they could only hold their grievances in their hearts, but now with the spokesman of the sword God Ximen blowing snow, they feel that the whole body and mind have been sublimated.

At this moment, these people are secretly determined to turn into fans from now on. They are die hard fans of the sword God Ximen blowing snow!