Chapter 913

in the holy sword, the ancestor without eyebrows was stunned and embarrassed.

Shame! What a shame!

I've lost all my face to your unfilial disciples!

"Ah..."

Zhang Xing sighed, and his face moved.

"I didn't expect you to be so affectionate and righteous. I was deeply moved."

"In that case, I will Grant your request

Hearing Zhang Xing's voice and righteous words, wanchongshan and other people are secretly happy.

Young people really like to fool, a ray of sadness, a ray of love, a few tears to take him down.

"Thank you for your understanding! I'll be very grateful for that! "

A dozen people paid homage to Zhang Xing.

Before Zhang Xing was polite, they all stood up in a hurry.

Looking at the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand.

Zhang Xing is very disdainful to their posture, but his face still has to pretend to be a reluctant expression.

He held the sword in his right hand and wiped the sword with his left hand.

After three breaths, Wan Chong Shan saw that Zhang Xing was still wiping the sword repeatedly. He didn't mean to return the sword at all. He was anxious.

"Master Zhang, please follow me to the Mountain Gate treasure house. If you need anything, please take it."

"Of course, it is not worth your friendship to give you the whole treasure house."

Want to come in wanchongshan, quickly let Zhang Xing choose some rare treasures to distract his attention.

Even if Zhang Xing wants to repent, he is sorry to take the sword.

Zhang Xing nodded silently, holding a sword flower in his right hand, let the body of the sword stick to his arm, and slowly raised his right hand. The handle of the sword was facing Wanzhong mountain.

Wan Chong Shan was so excited that he thought Zhang Xing was going to return the sword.

Just want to go forward to pick up, but listen to Zhang Xing opening way: "lead the way ahead!"

GAH!

A gust of heat choked back.

Wanchongshan almost bled from seven orifices.

Damn it! Boy, you're kidding me!

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Wan Chong Shan knows that he is sentimental, and he is a little impatient.

He had a funny smile.

"Master Zhang, please follow me!"

More than a dozen people shuttled among the mountains, flew over a large defensive array, and walked out of hundreds of killing formations.

At last, he stopped at a small mountain with rubbish.

Then, Wanchong mountain took out all kinds of strange keys and entered through the hidden stone gate at the foot of the garbage mountain.

Then through countless trapped array, killing array and magic array, we came to an underground palace full of ancient and simple atmosphere.

"Master Zhang, this is the countless treasures accumulated in our school for thousands of years. You can choose whatever you like and take whatever you like."

Wan Chong Shan said with pride.

Then, his eyes looked at the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand.

"Master Zhang, can you show me my ancestor's sword first?"

"You know how we feel at the moment! How to say... "

When Wanchong mountain racked his brains to think of words, he felt a shadow floating in front of him.

He subconsciously made a defensive posture, fighting in an instant, hit the shadow.

Boom!

Push! Push!

Wanchong mountain only felt a shock in his body, and his feet were unstable. He was shaken back three steps by a powerful force.

Anger is just about to break out.

But when he saw the sword, he floated before his eyes.

His eyes twinkled, bigger than ever.

"The sword is back!"

Wan Chong Shan trembled, and he had an impulse to cry.

But I tried to hold back.

Shaking hands out, respectfully welcome the past.

It was not until he took the sword in his hands and held it high above his head that he slowly breathed out his turbid breath.

I have the sword in my hand!

Wanchong mountain suddenly felt that he was floating.

All previous efforts have not been in vain, whether it is to be humble, or to kneel down, it is worth it.