Eternal First Immortal Sect

In a canyon in the Northern Wilderness Region, there are few people here, and there are bones and sword marks everywhere, as if they are announcing something silently.

A man with a long sword on his back fell straight from the sky, with an extremely powerful sword intent on his body, but his face was extremely gloomy, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

The man walked towards the depths of the canyon step by step, he passed through the layers of formation restrictions, and finally stopped in one place.

Master, the disciple is back. The young man took off the long sword from his back, held the sword in both hands, and said respectfully.

An old man with a vicissitudes face suddenly appeared in front of the young man. He frowned slightly and looked at the man up and down.

Are you injured? The old man's voice was a little cold, and he asked directly.

Master, this disciple lost to the Icefield Sword Saint, and finally lost, please punish him. Fang Ping took a deep breath, and then said aloud with a gloomy expression, his expression was a little gloomy.

It can be seen that the defeat to the Icefield Sword Saint has indeed brought a very serious blow to Fang Ping, making him seem a little sluggish.

Master knows. The old man said indifferently, his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had expected this result.

This disciple is ineffective, ask the master to punish him! Fang Ping took a deep breath, and then said again, his expression very dim.

What's there to punish? You were not his opponent in the first place. Now that you are lucky enough to come back alive, it is already very good. After hearing Fang Ping's words, the old man shook his head slowly, and then his tone was indifferent. said a word.

Master, did you already know that I'm not his opponent? After Fang Ping heard his words, he was stunned, his face full of doubts, and his heart was full of confusion and confusion.

If you only talk about the accomplishments of swordsmanship, even being a teacher is not necessarily his opponent, let alone you, a stinky boy. The old man's mouth had a faint smile, and then said in a leisurely tone.

... After Fang Ping heard the old man's words, he was stunned and speechless.

Since you know that you are not the opponent of the Icefield Sword Saint, is this to let yourself die?

Ping'er, after all, you are the most proud disciple of your teacher, don't you even understand the purpose of being a teacher? The old man saw the doubt in Fang Ping's eyes, he sighed deeply, and then was very helpless said aloud.

The disciple doesn't know what you mean, Master, please explain to the disciple! Fang Ping took a deep breath, and then said in a solemn tone, his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

Jianxiu Daoyi has never been a smooth road. How can you see a rainbow without wind and rain? With a faint smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, he said in a leisurely tone.

So, does the master want to educate the disciples through the hands of the Icefield Sword Saint? Fang Ping took a deep breath and asked aloud to his master.

Bao Jianfeng has been honed, and I hope you can remember this sentence. The old man nodded lightly, and then said in a leisurely tone, his mouth was full of smiles.

Thank you for your guidance, my disciple has been taught. Although Fang Ping felt very helpless, he nodded heavily, and then said something in a deep voice.

Okay, since you've returned to the sect, let's continue to practice for a while. When you have the confidence to break through to the realm of the emperor, I will let you out for the teacher. The old man nodded gently. Then he said something in a leisurely tone, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

Master, my disciple came back this time to say goodbye to you. After hesitating for a while, Fang Ping bravely said something.

What did you say? After hearing Fang Ping's words, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then asked aloud subconsciously, feeling very confused.

What nonsense is this kid talking about, what is saying goodbye to himself, does he still want to leave the Great Wilderness Sword Sect?

Master, this disciple has already decided to go outside, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to accompany Master again in the future. After hesitating for a while, Fang Ping still spoke his heart out.

This was a decision he made after thinking for a long time, not on impulse.

Ever since he had made a relationship with the Icefield Sword Saint, he had already realized his inadequacies in kendo, and at this moment he was eager to break through his bottleneck.

For these sword repairers, working behind closed doors is often not the best choice.

He needs to fight, fight after fight, so that he can find his weakness, finally return to the peak, and then go further!

Have you really thought about it? The old man had already seen the firmness in Fang Ping's eyes, he sighed softly, and then said helplessly.

The disciple has made all preparations. If he does not break the emperor, he will never return to the sect! After hearing the old man's words, Fang Ping nodded heavily, and said without hesitation, with a very firm expression. There was also a very strong aura about him.

Where do you want to sharpen your sword? After hesitating for a while, the old man asked out of concern with concern.

Fang Ping is the most outstanding genius of the Great Wilderness Sword Sect, and also the youngest Sword Immortal, with a promising future.

Not only that, Fang Ping is the old man's close disciple. If something happened to him, not only him, but the entire Great Wilderness Sword Sect would not be able to accept it.

This disciple intends to go to Zhenjian Tower. After pondering for a while, Fang Ping said aloud to the old man.

You... The old man seemed to be pissed off by Fang Ping's words, his body trembled slightly, and he directly pointed a finger at Fang Ping.

Master, if the disciple has gone and never returned, please forget the disciple and choose another disciple to inherit your mantle! Fang Ping suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, and said aloud to the old man. .

At this moment, Fang Ping has obviously made up his mind. No matter who persuades him, he will not change his decision.

You rebel, do you know where the Zhenjian Tower is? Don't say that you have fallen, even if you are a teacher at your peak, you can't guarantee that you can get out of there. The old man's chest was violent. Up and down, he said angrily, with a look of hating iron.

I beg the master to grant the disciple's request! Fang Ping's forehead was firmly pressed against the ground, he said respectfully, and the firmness in his eyes did not waver at all.