Smiling at Chu Chenfeng, Fang Lin was about to leave. At this moment, he heard a burst of hearty laughter coming from the forest. Update uploaded by a friend} Only the rustling of leaves was heard, and a figure in white robe descended from the sky. The visitor was older, with white hair hanging all over his body, and a gray beard on his chin. The old man's sword-shaped eyebrows looked resolute, and his face was also angular. He was looking at Fang Lin with a cheerful expression. Linghuxiao seemed to have found a pillar of support, and hurriedly ran forward and said respectfully: "Uncle, grandpa!" The old man nodded and did not look at him. He just stared at Fang Lin and said: "Boy, you are very good, right? The understanding of swords is very good!" Fang Lin could feel that the old man was very strong! And Pang Dun said, I can¡¯t see through it! That would be even more terrifying! This old man is an innately perfect king and master! "I wonder what you call me, senior?" Fang Lin said, neither humble nor arrogant. So it doesn¡¯t matter that you are a peerless master with perfect innate nature, and it doesn¡¯t matter that you are someone else¡¯s uncle. I don¡¯t seem to have offended you, so I won¡¯t provoke me behind your back. Instead, you should take the lead. This is too unprofessional. "I have also forgotten my name. People call me the Sword Master." The old man said casually! Fang Lin¡¯s pupils shrank! Juggernaut! It¡¯s actually the Sword Master! The Sword Master is so obsessed with swordsmanship that he has even forgotten his name. In his heart, there is only the sword! Therefore, he is called the Sage of Swords! Fang Lin cupped his hands and said, "I didn't expect it to be Senior Sword Master. I have admired him for a long time!" For such an older generation of masters, you still have to have a minimum of respect, not to mention that he is indeed worthy of respect. "You are willing to be my disciple!" The sword master said directly. (lvex._¡¶¡¶¡·¡·) Not even the slightest bit of mincing words. "I didn't expect that when I came here to visit an old friend, I would meet a peerless swordsman genius with sword bones!" Fang Lin was shocked. No, are you accepting yourself as your disciple again? I have met two king-level masters, one is Hong San, and the other is this sword master, and they all want to accept me as their disciple. Looking at the sword master's eager eyes, Fang Lin felt uncomfortable all over. The Sword Master saw Fang Lin hesitating and said: "I'm already half-footed in the coffin. I just feel that the end is coming, but I can't find a satisfactory successor. Boy, my sword twenty-three is already gone." You think you are not inferior to other swordsmen in the world, boy, why don't you become a disciple?" Linghu's face became even more ugly. He had begged his uncle and grandfather before. Asking him to teach me the Twenty-Three Swordsman, he only taught me a little bit. Why is this Fang Lin! Why did he suddenly become a giant? Why did his uncle and grandpa take a fancy to him and want to pass on his mantle? Why! Fang Lin just shook his head and said: "I already have my own master. No matter what, I still can't accept my senior as my master." Although Jian Twenty-Three is very tempting, he still feels the same as when he refused Hong San. In Sanfeng's heart, there is only one master for one yuan, and no one else can compare with this feeling! The sword master seemed a little anxious. He has clearly felt that his end is approaching. The place where three flowers gather at the top. I will never be able to break through in my lifetime. However, his sword twenty-three, extraordinary people can understand the true meaning, and he has chosen countless people, but no one likes it. At this moment, it is rare to find such a swordsman genius. At a young age. The swordsmanship is so amazing, he is definitely the best candidate to learn Sword Twenty-Three! The Sword Master stepped forward and said: "Boy, who is your master? Why don't you accept me as your master? Is he better than me?" "No." Indeed, although I think Yi Yuan Lao Dao knows martial arts. But it's not hard to think about it. Yiyuan Lao Tao died at the age of seventy-seven, and he died of euthanasia. He died in one night without any warning. People with high martial arts skills have a long life. How could they die like this? "Then why don't you worship me as your master. Boy, you think my sword twenty-three is not strong. Come on, I'll let you see my sword twenty-three!" After saying that, the sword master took a step forward, Sword Twenty-Three, you don¡¯t have to use a sword! He himself is a sharp sword! Raise your finger and make a slight swipe, and a sword energy will roar towards you! Fang Lin felt how powerful the sword energy was! A casual strike from Xiantian Perfection has such power! The sword energy was so fast that Fang Lin was so shocked that he had no time to draw his sword. ??Hurry up and use the sliding step! I only felt a stinging pain in my waist, and my robe was still cut. It was almost impossible to dodge this move! "Boy, I'm the only one in the world with my twenty-three swords, why don't you join me as a disciple soon!" A powerful pressure began to sweep across, the innate perfection, the power is really astonishing to the extreme! Fang Lin was helpless, but still shook his head. He really doesn¡¯t want to be a disciple anymoreFu. It's harmless, but he really doesn't like it. The sword master is really anxious. He didn't want to bring all his unique skills into the coffin. At this time, a distant sound came, making it impossible to tell where the sound came from. "Sword Master, it's better not to embarrass others. To inherit the mantle, others must volunteer!" The voice was distant, and no one knew where the voice came from, but it seemed that he knew the Sword Master! Then, he is destined not to be a weakling! "Wu Jian! Now that I have understood Jian Twenty-Three, I am here to find you! This disciple, I am determined! Now that you have Jian Chen, you will naturally not care about the successor!" The Sword Master grabbed Fang Lin. He took off his belt and flew up, not knowing where he was going to be taken. I think this Wu Jian is the friend he is coming to visit. Not long after, they arrived outside a small bamboo house. A middle-aged man was sitting on a stone table with three cups of tea on it. He seemed to have expected the Sword Master to come. It seems that he also expected that he would bring Fang Lin with him. The middle-aged man was wearing a blue cloth, just like a farm man. There was nothing surprising about him, but his elegant temperament made Fang Lin feel very comfortable. "Wu Jian, you really don't look like a swordsman now." The sword master said directly, not giving him any face at all. Wu Jian didn't seem to care. He took a sip of tea and said, "Let's sit down and chat. We haven't seen each other for several years." The Sword Master didn't think so and said directly: "Wu Jian, you are not even here now. Put down the sword! I also understand that you can no longer be my opponent! Boy, show me the power of my sword, Wu Jian, I will defeat you today! The sword just smiled faintly, pointed to the position, and said to the other party: "Sit down and drink some water." The sword master looked a little ugly, so he took action without saying much! The sharp sword energy began to sweep out, and even a long mark was drawn on the ground! Wu Jian raised his face slightly and flicked the tea in his water glass with his fingers. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! Chapter 146 Sword Master! 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