Chapter 4713

Jian Wushuang nodded, and he also saw that Chunqiu's mood was not high, but he didn't say anything more, so he came out of the big lonely sky together.

In the little lonely sky, above the clouds in the sky, the sword peerless looked at him and said, "want to kill the little emperor for revenge?"

Chun Qiu was stunned, and then shook his head slightly, "although he is also the guy I want to kill on the spot, I would like to be the first to personally blade his emperor father!"

Jian Wushuang knew that there must be a secret happiness hidden in it. As early as earlier, he knew that the spring and Autumn period was not an ordinary top repair, but the son of a former Emperor of heaven.

"My father, Emperor Feng Huadi, fell into the hands of zhenwuyang, and the whole heaven was destroyed. Finally, I was left alone and became a prisoner."

The past has long been unknown, but it is still like a chain around the spring and Autumn period, which makes him fall into resentment all the time.

Although he can't wait to see the real Wuyang at the moment, it's sad that he doesn't even have the qualification to see him, and he doesn't even know where the heaven is.

Jian Wushuang did not make a sound of comfort, but put his palm on Chunqiu's shoulder and patted it gently.

Chunqiu glanced at him gratefully and said slowly, "brother Jian, if it weren't for your appearance, I'm afraid I'm still a prisoner in the dark black mountain. I'll remember all the kindness in my heart until I die."

Jian Wushuang said in a faint voice, "if you live well and constantly improve your strength, you will one day be able to cut the enemy with your hands."

Chunqiu nodded vigorously, "brother Jian, don't worry, I believe there will be such a day."

"In addition," he suddenly hesitated for a moment before saying, "brother Jian, if one day, will you help him?"

In spring and autumn, he naturally refers to the little emperor.

Jian Wushuang shook his head without hesitation. "At that time, I'm afraid I've already left here. Everything you worry about won't happen. What you need most now is to constantly enhance your strength."

Chunqiu nodded, then took out the palm sized eight arm angry eyes from his arms and returned them to Jianwu's front. "Brother Jian, this thing is still returned to you. Only in front of the stronger, can it exert its strongest strength."

Jian Wushuang smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed the eight arm angry eyes back, "this thing is not of much use to me. It can also be used as self-defense for you, but don't rely too much."

Spring and autumn no longer refused, and carefully stuffed his eight arms and angry eyes back into his arms.

"Spring and autumn, the emperor you said is the realm after Yan Xian, or is it just a title?"

About this question, Jian Wushuang had never asked before. Today, he suddenly sounded and planned to ask for clarification.

Although the spring and Autumn period has not yet set foot in Yanxian, he is a real son of the emperor. Naturally, he knows something better than jianwushuang.

Hearing the speech, the spring and Autumn Period said carefully, "emperor is actually a respectful title, not a realm, but a real watershed."

"When I was a child, I heard the emperor's father's admonition, and I vaguely knew that if I wanted to be an emperor, my luck, the road to establish heaven, and my own realm were indispensable."

"The most important step to become an emperor is to enter that level, but," the memory of spring and autumn seems to be a little vague, "I seem to have forgotten what level it is."

Jian Wushuang nodded. He had already realized that the real souls of the three emperors who first came into contact had already taken the step of deriving immortals.

I'm afraid that if you want to become an emperor who creates a heavenly court, you really need to step out of the mysterious realm of deriving immortals.

As for what realm there is, jianwushuang is blind at this point, and can only move forward and realize cautiously.

At present, he has the true Shadow of the three emperors, which is enough to protect himself in any strong force.

There was no big sun hanging on the sky of the little solitary sky, but it was never dark. It was always a quiet day, which was very similar to the scene in the sky down the mountain.

After a few days of casual discussion with the spring and Autumn period, jianwushuang began to practice.

He took out from his arms several copies of Kendo that he had bought in Jingchuan Tiancheng before.

Looking at the traces of his true face after the ancient vicissitudes, Jian Wushuang estimated that the age of these orphans would be tens of thousands of his years older.

There are four orphans in total, and the ancient flavor sealed on them has been seriously consumed. Almost with a flick, the mark will disperse with the wind.

These four solitary books were all randomly selected by him from various Yan immortals, which is the oldest Kendo in Da Yan Huan.

Three of them are the most basic foundation of teaching Kendo, which is of great benefit to practitioners of kendo. From the residual breath on these isolated books, the writer has reached the realm of immortality when creating these kendo.

Like a long whale absorbing water, he quickly absorbed the knowledge of Kendo in the three isolated books, and jianwushuang finally looked at the last book.

The two simple and sharp characters of Jian Ji seem to be written casually on the front page with a straw stick dipped in ink.

Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. It seemed that he had bought this lonely book from a vendor, which made him forget. He didn't remember it at all.

Putting aside his thoughts, he waved to open the first page.

What came into view was a blank.

There was not even a word on the dark cyan yellow paper.

Jian Wushuang's heart clicked, "no, did you meet a profiteer here?"

He didn't believe in evil, and hurriedly turned over and over to check it.

Finally came to the conclusion that he was cheated by unscrupulous businessmen.

This is simply a wordless book.

Jian Wushuang couldn't laugh or cry. After probing again with Yanli and determining that it was worthless, he was ready to throw it away.

However, at the next moment, there was a touch of warm and cool breath in his hand, which could never be found without careful observation.

He subconsciously looked at the sword collection in his hand. A breath of immortality was dense to the extreme, like clouds and smoke. He just rotated on the lonely book for a moment, and then fell into the book in a flash.

As if aware of something, Jian Wushuang hurried to open the wordless heavenly book in his hand again.

On the withered yellow paper with dark cyan, the breath of immortality, which is extremely dense, hovers on the paper like a startling dragon the size of a finger.

Jian Wushuang's eyes opened to the largest, and some couldn't guess where this familiar and strange breath came from.

Soon, the breath as thin as clouds suddenly condensed, and instantly transformed into a body size of a fingernail.

He completely held his breath, and now the scene seemed a little mysterious.

That thumb size figure, pocket incomparable, but the white shirt he was wearing seemed immortal, quite the style of a generation of masters.

Although the villain transformed by clouds and smoke has no facial features, the breath he shows makes Jian unparalleled familiar, which is the feeling of an old friend.