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Chapter 444: The Sword Hall's Most Dangerous Time

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    Hearing the sound of ridicule fading away, Jin Shanpo couldn't stop being furious, his fists were clenched with cracking noises, and he could not leave for a long time with a pair of angry eyes staring at the place where Yunzi left.

    He didn't come back to his senses until the boy called him before.

    "Master, your wound is open again, it's better to go back for treatment first."

    Jin Shanpo looked away, wiped away the blood from the wound with his hand indifferently, he turned around and said to the dozen or so sword hall disciples behind him.

    "Our sword hall will never allow anyone to set foot here. If he wants to come, I will stop him! No matter what the price is!"

    After saying that, Jin Shanpo went straight back to the small building of the Jiantang.

    The young man in the field also saw blood in his eyes, and he whispered.

    "Never give in, the sword hall will never be destroyed!"

    Jin Shanpo walked back to the small building alone, and when he entered the small building, a look of determination appeared on his angry face.

    He quickly walked up to the second floor, and took out a key from the bottom of the previous wooden table.

    He stared at the key, holding the key in his hand as if he had made up his mind. After taking out the key, he went downstairs without any hesitation.

    He found the boy before and explained to him.

    "I have important things to go out now, you stay here and take care of the sword hall, and wait for me at the sword testing platform in three days."

    The young man nodded solemnly when he heard the words: "I know the hall master. If those people come again, I will definitely not let them step into the sword hall!"

    As he said, the young man had sharp eyes, and Jin Shanpo admired that decisive look.

    "Good boy, wait until this matter is over, and I will treat you to a good drink."

    After saying Jin Shan Po, he walked out of the training hall.

    His figure turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky.

    A moment later, Jin Shanpo's figure appeared in front of a dilapidated small building. The small building in front of him was hidden among the magnificent halls of the Wuchang Sect. It was small and ordinary, and even the outer walls were mottled.  Decay marks.

    No normal person would be willing to live here, and few normal people would be willing to come here, because this place is like a cemetery.

    However, Jin Shanpo walked into the small building without saying a word, pushed open the door of the old small building that was about to decay and collapse, and saw an old man who looked like a ghost.

    The old man was covered in skin and bones, his eyes were lifeless, and he exuded a rotten breath.

    He raised his skull-like head and looked at Jinshanpo, and a hoarse voice sounded like rubbing against a dead branch.

    "Unexpectedly, you didn't come before you went to the battlefield, but after you came back, you came to me."

    Jin Shanpo didn't talk nonsense with him, and said directly: "Is Hall Master Yan's stuff still here?"

    "Of course, it's in the innermost room, but have you really thought about using that thing?"

    "Whispering." Jin Shanpo didn't want to say more, he went straight into the deepest room.

    The room was very dark, and even in the daytime you couldn't see your fingers. Jin Shanpo lit a spiritual fire in his hand, but the light from the spiritual fire could only illuminate a small area, and the surrounding darkness flowed like water, oppressing  Looking at the firelight in his hand.

    There is a strange atmosphere here.

    Jin Shanpo was not afraid at all, he walked towards the depths of the room, and there was a locked box in the deepest part of the room.

    He took out the key from his pocket to open the box in the dark where no one cares about it.

    In that box, there is a wooden box, which is a thousand-year-old peachwood box, and it is sealed with high-grade talismans, which is obviously not ordinary.

    Jin Shanpo took the wooden box in his hand, he put it away solemnly, then turned around and walked out.

    Just before leaving the small building, the old man said behind Jin Shanpo.

    "You know, Yan Shi gave this thing to you, but he didn't want you to use it one day."

    Jin Shan replied sternly: "Now is the time to have to use it."

    After saying Jinshan Po, it turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

    Just as Jin Shanpo's light disappeared, Lin Qi came to a bustling city among the distant Bashan Mountains. He came here because there was a teleportation array that could teleport thousands of miles.

    Although there is a price to pay for using the teleportation array, at least the speed will be much faster. Now he is eager to return to Wuchangzong. For some reason, the closer he is to Wuchangzong, the more restless his heart becomes.

    Lin Qi didn't know that this was his ownThe interest of the monks.

    "What's the result?"

    Brother Baoya lowered his voice and said: "The master of the sword hall slaughtered their entire sect by himself, so few people in Bashan dared to attract Yingqiu's attention.

    Hearing the words of the buck-toothed monk, the tall monk suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

    "Then Ying Qiu is still alone?"

    "That may be the case, but Ying Qiu hasn't seen her since the Ba Chuan Conference, so she must be practicing hard."

    The three guessed like this, after all, there are only a few people who know what Lin Qi and Ying Qiu are doing.

    Just at this moment, a huge sound of breaking through the sky suddenly erupted above the entire sword testing platform.

    The huge shock spread across the mountain, and everyone's eyes were focused on the sky.

    Above the sky I saw, an old man in a dark silk dress stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleamed with evil light, he slowly descended from the sky, followed by an extremely powerful mana  Coercion.

    Most of the monks present were Qi refining or even foundation building monks, and they all felt uncomfortable under this powerful coercion.

    Only when a few alchemy cultivators unfolded their magic power to relieve the pressure, everyone would feel better.

    One of the alchemy monks in the medicine hall frowned and stared at Mandrill Yunzi, and he whispered to his companion.

    "The special elder of Ba Chuanshan is really arrogant. Today he dares to bully the Jiantang, and tomorrow he dares to bully our medicine hall. I hope someone can teach this old man a lesson today."

    The companion beside him also said: "It's a pity that the Lonely Hall Master can't come back, otherwise this guy wouldn't be beheaded by the Lonely Hall Master on the spot."

    Just as the two were talking, they suddenly noticed that Dao Yunzi's gaze focused on the two of them, and they immediately felt a killing intent.

    The two of them turned pale and stepped back a few steps without talking.

    Mandrill Yunzi sneered at the corner of his mouth. He landed on the sword testing platform. At this time, his rickety body had straightened a lot. He looked around and said loudly.

    "The talent of the Jiantang is withered and there are few people. It is a burden to exist in the Wuchang Sect. The old man wants to abolish the Jiantang faction with the good intention of streamlining the sect and eradicating the burden. If no one can prove the value of the Jiantang today, there will be no Jiantang.  Existence is necessary!" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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