Chapter 1629

Ji Tianxing didn't expect that Fengping was so direct.

As soon as they met, Feng Ping wanted to watch the burial sword.

The request was obviously abrupt.

Ji Tianxing frowned and said calmly, "four elders, I understand what you mean. You want to confirm whether I have got the real burial sword.

However, the burial sword is the sword of the sword God, which has disappeared for thousands of years.

With all due respect, even if I show you the sword of burying heaven, how can you distinguish the true from the false?

What's the difference between seeing and not looking? "

Feng Ping's request was rejected, but he was not angry. He still kept a pleasant attitude.

He showed a trace of smile, and explained sincerely: "childe Ji, there is a reason why Daxian sent me here.

More than a thousand years ago, Shizu was sitting in Tianzhu Mountain, challenging all martial saints in the world.

At that time, there were not many people following Shizu, only the immortal and several martial uncles.

Fortunately, I was on Tianzhu Mountain.

Although, at that time, I was just a teenager Taoist boy, helping the immortal look after the furnace of alchemy.

However, with the help of heaven, I have seen Shizu many times, and I have seen the burial of Tianjian several times. "

"Oh?" Hearing Feng Ping say so, Ji Tianxing raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest: "dare you ask four elder guigeng?"

"Five hundred years old." Feng Ping replied without hesitation.

Ji Tianxing frowned slightly and thought about it silently. He found that the facts were basically the same.

For the sake of God's sake, he was buried quietly.

"Burial day, this Fengping, you should have seen it, do you still have an impression?"

"After more than a thousand years, my memory is incomplete. How can I remember these unimportant people?"

Ji Tianxing was helpless and could not force anything.

At this time, Feng Ping looked at him with burning eyes and said sincerely: "don't worry, master Ji. I and the whole Tianzhu Mountain have no malice to you.

The sword God is the spiritual leader of all of us and the eternal ancestor.

I just want to see the relics of Shizu and complete the task ordered by the immortal. I also hope Mr. Ji can complete it. "

See feng Ping's tone and manner, are full of sincerity and desire, Ji Tianxing thought for a moment, finally nodded to agree.

"It's OK to show you, but you have to tell me first, who are you talking about?"

Feng Ping replied without hesitation: "more than 1500 years ago, the Taoist name of Daxian was Huanglong Taoist.

He has been following the master's side, holding the things of Tianzhu Mountain.

Thousands of years ago, after the fall of Shizu, the world was shocked, and many gangsters took the opportunity to invade Tianzhu Mountain.

Tianzhu Mountain suffered a catastrophe. Several martial uncles and the strong men in the sect all died one after another. Only the immortal Huanglong and several of us survived.

Since then, Dafen is our leader, with us all, guarding the last inheritance of Tianzhu Mountain.

The great immortal once said that Shizu was the God King of the nine heavens, and could not really fall.

One day, the master will come back to the world again! "

Ji Tianxing listened carefully, and some pictures appeared in his mind.

In his memory, when the sword God was sitting on Tianzhu Mountain, he was accompanied by a middle-aged Taoist in Xinghuang Taoist robe.

In retrospect, the Taoist in Huangpao should be the immortal of Huanglong.

A moment later, Ji Tianxing converged his thoughts, then stretched out his right palm and handed it to Feng Ping.

"Shua!"

With a flash of black light in the palm, an ancient sword as black as ink appears, which is the burial sword.

When Feng Ping saw the burial sword, his body became stiff and froze on the spot.

His eyes were fixed on the burial sword, his eyes twinkled with brilliance, and his eyes turned red.

His eyes and expressions became very complicated, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

"Sure enough, it's a burial sword! After more than a thousand years, I can still see it with my own eyes. It's a pity that I died! "

Feng Ping whispered in a low voice, slowly stretched out his hands, held the burial sword in his palm, and gently rubbed it, as if he were greeting an old friend.

"I still remember that I was a boy guarding the furnace.

Once, when Daxian refined the seven night shenghun pill, it was necessary to keep the fire on for 49 days.

I persisted for 46 days, but finally I couldn't hold on. I even fell asleep in Dan's room... "

Feng Ping is talking to himself about the past, with a faint smile on his old cheek.

"The seven night soul raising pill was destroyed, and the immortal was so angry that he wanted to severely punish me, a Taoist child who was derelict in his duty.

At the critical time, it was the burial sword that stopped the immortal and set him free from punishment... "

When he said this, the sword of the burial heaven vibrated slightly, and then his hands bounced away.The voice of burying heaven came from the sword, and the tone was strange: "little bit, after more than a thousand years, do you still remember this little thing?

Even if you want to thank me, you don't have to hold me so affectionately. What's the system? "

The sudden sound made Feng Ping's body shake, and immediately petrified in place.

He was staring at the burial sword, his eyes were big, and his face was full of incredible look.

After a long time, he came back to his mind and asked in a very excited voice, "master burial? Is it really you? How could you Still alive? "

His excited face turned red and he rubbed his hands, even incoherent.

Ji Tianxing gave Feng Ping a strange look in his eyes, and thought to himself, "little bit? An old man who lived more than a thousand years? Isn't it too much? "

However, he thought for a moment and was relieved.

When Feng Ping was a Taoist child on Tianzhu Mountain, he was only in his early ten years old, which was a small bit of a child for the burial of heaven.

At this time, the sound of burying the sky sounded again.

"Little boy, your uncles have all passed away?"

Feng Ping took a few deep breaths before calming down. He quickly nodded his head and said, "except for the great immortal Huanglong, those martial uncles have been killed in the war.

Now only the immortal is left with us, and still sticks to the Tianzhu Mountain. "

The burial day was silent for a moment and said in a low tone: "it doesn't matter. One day, Tianzhu Mountain will be glorious again!

Those who once attacked Tianzhu Mountain will pay the price of bleeding! "

Feng Ping nodded again and again. His eyes were filled with excitement and expectation. He said in a firm voice: "elder, I also believe that the day will come soon."

"You go back and tell Huanglong that Ji Tianxing is the descendant of the sword God and the new master of Tianzhu Mountain.

Only he can lead us to revenge.

In any case, you should escort him and help him return to the peak as soon as possible, and reappear the glory of sword God

After hearing this, he bowed and bowed at once and said, "master burying heaven, your words will surely be brought to you by the younger generation."

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