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The Sword Saint was also very happy. He knew why Li Dao was looking for the divine dragon. That was because he had also trained in the Golden Buddha Indestructible Physique.

At that time, he would also benefit greatly by following Li Dao and drinking some soup. It was important to know that not just anyone could slaughter a divine beast.

Seeing Li Dao laughing, Meng Baichuan's face turned pale. He gritted his teeth and took out a book from his chest.

"Please punish the Sword Emperor. This is the secret manual that the old cripple gave me. However, I am also unable to find anything. Now, I am willing to offer it to the Sword Emperor!"

Meng Baichuan knelt down on one knee, holding a blue book in both hands. On the book were three large words, "Soul Search Technique".

Li Dao raised his hand and the Soul Search spell appeared in his hand. He flipped it open and looked at it for a moment before handing it back to Meng Baichuan.

It was just that he didn't know who the old cripple was and what his true identity was. However, he shouldn't be too powerful, or else he wouldn't need to take note of these children. What's the use of doing all sorts of things to make a plan?

Meng Bai Chuan, you are very good! "Just now, I promised to fulfill one of your wishes. Tell me, what do you want?"

Li Dao was in a good mood as he spoke.

A look of ecstasy appeared on Meng Baichuan's face, and the surrounding people also looked dumbfounded.

If that was the case, how could the Sword Emperor believe it?

However, they did not dare to question Li Dao and instead raised an unhappy question. They looked at Meng Baichuan dumbly to see what wish he had.

"Sword Emperor, I want you to take revenge for me!"

Meng Baichuan's eyes shone with hatred as he spoke word by word, looking at Li Dao with anticipation. He was the great Sword Emperor, and he had said that he wanted to fulfill one of his wishes, so killing a person should be easy.

"Speak, who is your enemy? Is he present?"

Li Dao asked with a smile. His good mood was not concealed in the slightest.

All the heroes of the martial world, especially those who had conflicts with the Five Poisons Sect, became nervous, fearing that Meng Baichuan would reveal their names.

"Thousand Hands Poison King, Yun Mo Sheng!"

Hearing this name, Li Dao did not hesitate to ask, "Do you know where he is now?"

Meng Baichuan immediately told him where the Thousand-Hands Poison King was.

"Fine, half a month. Within half a month, I'll fulfill your wish."

Li Dao did not ask Meng Baichuan what kind of enmity he had with the Thousand Hand Poison King. He immediately agreed to let Meng Baichuan take revenge for him. Meng Baichuan kowtowed, and blood came out from his forehead.

At the same time, the Sword Saint might have given a large amount of authority to the Hall of Faithful Trust's management. Shangguan Yun's father seemed to float like he was in a dream.

After such an incident, not many people could drink in peace. Many people were thinking of ways to curry favor with the Sword Emperor in order to obtain benefits.

The sky gradually darkened, and no one dared to disturb Li Blade's room. Li Blade returned to his room feeling refreshed. He lifted the red veil and saw that Jian Xiong was still wearing the red veil. He was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed with a red veil over her head.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jian Xiong's heartbeat sped up. Under the weak light of the candle, she appeared exceptionally nervous.

Li Dao lightly smiled as he stepped forward and lifted up his red hair. What entered his eyes was the red face of the Sword Hero; a pair of watery eyes glimmered with anticipation.

"My wife, I've made you wait for too long!"

Pulling up the red canopy, the weak candle light swayed. Two figures were entangled together, the red waves churned, and they didn't sleep for the entire night.

On the second day, when it was late in the morning, Li Dao was already sitting cross-legged at his window, cultivating.

Even though she was a Xiantian realm martial artist, she could not withstand the tortures of a supreme grandmaster through the night.

"Su'er, you're awake." Li Dao went up to help Jian Xiong put on her clothes. She had not touched a woman for a long time. He had indeed been a bit crazy last night and had forgotten that Jian Xiong was still an virgin.

"En, we must hurry up and pay our respects to father." Jian Xiong, on the other hand, was quite generous. With Li Dao's help, she tidied up her clothes and tidied up the red bedsheet.

"Su'er, I need to discuss something with you. Tomorrow, I might have to leave the Sword Crafting City and make a trip to Qilian Mountain. It will be a long time before I return."

Li Dao stood to the side and watched as Jianxiong cleaned up the bed. He felt somewhat guilty when he spoke. It was indeed inappropriate for a newlywed bird to ask him to leave.

"Sure," said Jian Xiong indifferently.

This time, it was Li Dao's turn to be surprised. She did not expect that Jian Xiong would let him leave so easily. Weren't women always reluctant to part with their husbands at this time? However, Jian Xiong's next sentence moved Li Dao deeply.

"You don't need to discuss this with me. Just tell me where you're going and I'll be with you wherever you go. Don't ever separate!"

Looking at the serious expression on Jian Xiong's face, Li Dao could not help but nod his head, "Okay, you will come with me."

It was said that love was a woman's soul. Although it was a bit biased, there were still some women who were like this.