Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

The patriarch squinted his eyes, maybe because the time was too long, she recalled it for a long time.

"The disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect's generation are all very talented. It can be said that they are the most luxurious generation of disciples in the past."

"Just when I thought the sect was thriving, an accident happened... the disciples of the same generation as God of War seemed to be cursed, one after another from top to bottom died unexpectedly."

"Until the end, there was only God of War left, and even this kind of bad luck has tended to spread to the previous and next generation of disciples."

"Facing this lone star of the evil spirit, I had the urge to kill this bastard with a sword."

"The final result is that the reputation of the Qingshan Sword Sect has spread. Since then, no one has dared to worship the Qingshan Sword Sect and become the junior of the God of War."

It was the first time for Zhang Hao to hear that the sect had such a secret past.

Horror!
This man with his own debuff almost wiped out all the Qingshan Sword Sects by himself! ! !

It turned out that the suzerain's life was so full of twists and turns.

Under the invincible appearance, there is a lonely heart hidden.

To become a man of the God of War, that heart must have gone through a lot of tempering.

"The suzerain must have been very lonely."

"Being guilty of the lone star of Tiansha, watching his seniors die one by one due to his own reasons, how much criticism and pressure he has endured in his life."

Grandpa nodded.

"Yes, at that time, because of this incident, he was very decadent and depressed all day long."

"It wasn't until the man of his destiny showed up that everything changed."

"This person is your little uncle, the Long Aotian I just mentioned."

"Your little uncle is the only junior of the God of War, not only the relationship between the two is very close, but he has also withstood the fate of the God of War's lone star."

"It's a really miraculous thing, in my opinion."

Zhang Hao silently thought in his heart that there is God's will in the dark.

How can a person who can hold on to this name and dare to be called Long Aotian be so easily killed by the lone star of Tiansha?
"Then why have you never heard about the little uncle in the door?" He asked again the doubts in his heart.

"Long Aotian is self-confident and has a quirky personality. In his eyes, not only the swordsmanship of Qingshan Sword Sect is rubbish, but also the swordsmanship of all sects in this world cannot fall into his eyes. None of the swordsmanship is worthy of him. to practice."

"That's right. He never practiced the sword skills left by others. He thought that one day he would be able to create an earth-shattering sword skill. He was addicted to his fantasy world all day long and couldn't extricate himself."

"The reason why no one knows his existence is because for nearly a hundred years, Long Aotian has been retreating in the forbidden area of ​​the sect, studying and creating his own swordsmanship."

"I feel that although he was not killed by the fate of God of War...but his brain must have been destroyed."

"Now he is the only one who is in the position, and he is the most suitable for the position of suzerain. However, he has a eccentric personality, so he may not care about my words."

"I need you to go for a trip now, and invite Long Aotian to come out of the mountain to be the suzerain of Qingshan Sword Sect. As the proud disciple of the God of War, he will show some affection."

Zhang Hao took the pass token of the forbidden area and came to a towering mountain range.

This is where the forbidden place in the mouth of the patriarch is.

He has some impressions of this place. In the entire Qingshan Sword Sect, this is the only place where everyone is prohibited from passing.

"It turned out to be the place where the little master retreated."

The pass token in his hand started to glisten as he approached the mountains.

After crossing the large formation in the forbidden area, one can feel that the inside and outside of the formation are two completely different worlds.

"What a strong sword intent!"

The gale wind howling around was like a sharp sword, every flower and grass was spouting sword intent.

This feeling is like when he entered Hidden Sword Valley.

It's just that the hidden sword valley has been ravaged by the sword intent emanating from countless sharp swords for tens of thousands of years, messy and chaotic, without any logic and order.

Although the strength of the sword intent here is a little weaker than that of Hidden Sword Valley, there is only one kind of powerful sword intent, pure and refined.

Zhang Hao closed his eyes and carefully sensed the kendo and sword moves contained in this sword intent.

a long time.

He opened his eyes suddenly, with deep doubts on his face.

"This sword intent is so unpretentious and boring!"

No bells and whistles, no flashy tricks.

Zhang Hao only felt the very basic things in swordsmanship.

Draw your sword!Slash!vertical split!攮!

With his sword intent, he searched in the mountains.

Finally, he stopped at the foot of a mountain, and the mountain in front of him was trembling and vibrating regularly with the sound of sword groaning.

Little Martial Uncle is right here.

Looking up at the towering mountain peaks, Zhang Hao took a deep breath.

"Zhang Hao, the 51st generation Taoist of the Qingshan Sword Sect, was ordered by the patriarch to invite the little uncle to come out of the mountain!"

The voice was loud and long, wandering back and forth between the mountains, with constant echoes.

The sound of sword chanting and vibration stopped one after another.

A deep and firm voice came out.

"roll!"

The sword intent that was originally just drifting aimlessly between the mountains seemed to be suddenly activated by the word "roll" in this life. Accompanied by the sound, the carrier of the overwhelming sword intent attacked Zhang Hao with murderous aura.

Look at this situation, ordinary people can't stand it at all, and they will definitely be smashed to pieces by countless sword intents in the next second.

Even Zhang Hao's complexion changed, his brows were tightly frowned, as if facing a formidable enemy.

This little uncle is so majestic and tempered!

As an elder, he actually wants to put a junior to death!

"Since my junior uncle doesn't want to go down the mountain to meet me, then I will go up the mountain to see my junior uncle, please forgive me for being rude!"

"Schrödinger's sword! Break it for me!"

Faced with the siege of sword intent all over the sky, Zhang Hao drew out a rusty sword and carried it behind his back, then closed his eyes, and walked up the mountain leisurely.

The young man holds a sword but does not dance with it.

The menacing sword intents around seemed to collide with mysterious forces and cancel each other out.

The sword intent's offensive became more and more fierce, but Zhang Hao walked more and more steadily.

On the mountain peak, a young man stopped drawing his sword.

A wicked smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Excellent swordsmanship."

"A very pretentious young man."

"interesting."

for a long time.

Zhang Hao finally came up, and the surrounding sword intent dissipated.

Facing Long Aotian, he was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Zhang Hao, the son of a generation of Taoists, has met the little uncle!"

Long Aotian took a look.

"Your swordsmanship just now is very pretentious. It feels a bit interesting. It doesn't look like the garbage swordsmanship from Qingshan Sword Sect. What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Zhang Hao bowed his hand.

"Back to my uncle, this sword technique is called Schrödinger's sword."

"It is indeed not the sword technique of the Qingshan Sword Sect. It was taught to me by a senior named Schrödinger."

Long Aotian nodded, and did not continue to ask about sword skills.

"Fashionable... the best of the trash."

"You boy, get out!"

"I don't care what the patriarch asked you to find me. During my retreat, unless I take the initiative to go out of the mountain, no one or anything can disturb me."