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The teachings of his ancestor:

"Without any major incident, no one is allowed to use this sword."

As such, the Darkgold Treasure Sword had been stored here for a long time, and had long since disappeared from the martial arts world.

It was said that this Dark Gold sword had five hundred years of history. It could cut through iron like mud and had extremely dense Yin Qi. As the saying goes, when the sword came out to drink blood, no one dared to move it ever since it was sealed.

The Highest Daoist Master stared at it for a long time. Then, he reached out to take the sword that was covered in dust. He blankly stared for a moment.

He walked up to a milky stone and took down a large towel from his scabbard. He carefully wiped the dust off the scabbard. The black and gloomy light made people feel a bit scared.

The Grand Priestess slowly took out her treasure sword. A bone-chilling cold glint flashed in the air. He shuddered and hurriedly sheathed the dark golden sword that he had pulled out a few inches.

He wrapped the sword in a large black flannel and placed it diagonally in a bag on his back. Afterwards, he came to the large cave entrance hall and spoke to the three disciples kneeling on the ground:

"Disciples, master will be out for a period of time. I don't know if master will be able to return successfully. If your master doesn't return in a month, then all of you can go your separate ways. Those who are willing to remain in this cave will continue cultivating. Remember your master's daily teachings, and be a loyal and loyal person! "

The three disciples said in unison:

"Master, we must wait for your old man's return. Master will definitely return without a hitch. Rest assured Master, we will remember every single one of your words! "

The three disciples sent their Master out of the valley with tears streaming down their faces.

A drizzling drizzle fell from the hazy and gloomy sky, and the Grand Priestess shuddered. He suddenly felt somewhat at a loss.

He believed in Buddha, and began to mutter some incantations. He felt that the heavens were kind, and good people deserved good things.

When he was young, he had also killed quite a few people, but in terms of conscience, those who had died under his sword and shattered under his hands were all people who deserved to die, people who were full of evil.

Did he kill the wrong person? He didn't know.

He had once suspected himself, but he couldn't find out who was in the wrong. He'd even analyzed everything he did, everything about the dead.

The Great Daoist Master always felt that he had done something wrong and killed the wrong person. Thus, from the age of forty, he decided not to step into the underworld anymore. From then on, he disappeared into the cave and painstakingly cultivated.

Occasionally, he would meet someone who was fated to meet him and take him on as his disciple. In the past thirty years, he had never left this valley. Today, however, he had come down the mountain for the sake of his beloved disciple.

Liu Chuanfei was the first disciple he accepted two years after he returned to his secluded cave.

That day, the Taishang was sitting at the mouth of the cool cave, looking out at the scenery. Suddenly, he saw an old wolf chasing a child down the valley.

The child's speed was not slow. For some reason, the child somersaulted and fell into the grass by the stream.

At this critical moment, the Grand Priestess flew out of the cave, shooting like lightning towards the place where the child fell, grabbed the child and flew back into the cave. For some reason, he did not kill the wolf, but only saved the child.

The Grand Priestess believed that this was a special arrangement by the heavens, and that this was fate. Thus, she accepted the child to be his first disciple.

This child was Liu Chuanfei.

That day, the eleven-year-old Liu Chuanfei was taken by his grandfather to a nearby town to go into the mountains. Along the way, Liu Chuanfei took a quick piss behind a tree by the side of the road. Unexpectedly, an old wolf pounced on him.

Liu Chuanfei was scared out of his wits, so he ran for his life while the old wolf chased him deep into the valley.

Liu Chuanfei was naturally intelligent, and was a martial arts material. He was usually diligent in martial arts, able to understand anything at a time, and deeply favored by the Taishang.

Liu Chuanfei stayed in the cave for ten years at a time, becoming a Successor Disciple of the Supreme Realm, proficient in all eighteen great martial arts. When his master was filled, he then bid farewell to his master and returned to his hometown in Sichuan, where he became the leader of the Liu clan. Right now, it was the time when Liu Li's second surname and Guo Jia Village's conflict became hot. As the leader of the Liu family, he naturally went all out.

As the backbone of the Li Clan, Li Kui Long had always regarded himself as the leader of the Liu Clan. He was an extremely shrewd person, capable of both martial arts and martial arts. Under Liu Chuanfei's full cooperation, they defeated the powerful Guo Jia Village, and their reputations were greatly shaken.

Naturally, Liu Chuanfei couldn't accept Li Kui Long's imposing manner. In the fight against Guo Jia Village, Li Kui Long saw a potential threat. Liu Chuanfei's kung fu was high, and he was ruthless to his enemies on the battlefield, killing both young and old.

Li Kui Long had an idea: If one day Liu Chuanfei vied with him for leadership, his ruthlessness would be a terrible threat to the surname Li. Thus, the idea of getting rid of Liu Chuanfei emerged in his mind.

The scheming Li Kui Long used this opportunity to kill him. He succeeded.

Li Kui Long promptly sent the news of his death to the Taishang to agitate him to come out of the mountains to deal with Guo Xiaobao.

After the Adept received the news, he was filled with grief and despair. He had indeed been duped. He could not swallow his loss of a beloved disciple. In particular, Li Quilong's letter said that Liu Chuanfei didn't even have the chance to fight back before Guo's darts blocked his throat.

His old face wouldn't let go. He was a famous hero, and coupled with his decades of hard work and training, he was a top-notch expert in kungfu. How could he take it that his favorite student would be killed by a single dart from Guo Xiaobao?

He had already made up his mind to break out of the ring and fight with Guo Xiaoban. He would avenge his beloved disciple and wash away his shame.

He calculated Guo Xiaobing's distance. He wanted to rush to Chang An city to wait for him and wait for an opportunity to make his move.

Snow, flying snow.

Snow flew in the sky.

The Grand Priestess sat on her big white horse, letting the cold snow dance on her face, but she didn't feel cold at all.

He ran forward recklessly.

When the horse collapsed, he changed.

He had already changed five horses.

He was a man who knew horses. The horses he chose were all good horses. He was willing to spend money to buy good horses. Because he wanted to avenge his beloved disciple.

The horse was exhausted from running, but so was he. He was, after all, an old man in his seventies.

He needed to get to Chang An city as soon as possible.

He had to arrive before daybreak in order to have ample time to prepare and inquire about Guo Xiaobao's whereabouts.

What kind of person is Guo Xiaoban? He didn't know.

What ability did Guo Xiaobeng have to kill his disciple without giving him a chance to fight back? It was an insult to him.

All sorts of figures appeared in his mind, his mind filled with thoughts of the Guo Xiaoban he was looking for.

Of course, Taishang Zhen was not a child, not an immature young man, but he was a complete veteran.

Of course he wouldn't be afraid of Guo Xiaobing, because his mind was filled with hatred towards Guo Xiaobao.

He was really tired, so he slowed down and closed his eyes.

He felt hungry, so he took out the roast chicken from his bag and took a few big bites. He drank a few more mouthfuls of the sorghum in his wineskin and immediately felt refreshed. He had eaten two roast chickens that night, and the wineskin was empty.