The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

After understanding the whole story, Ouyang was moved, but he still wanted to give face to the leader of the Tai'a Sword Sect.

"Come here and apologize!"

He waved to the two traitors still standing on the top of the mountain, grabbed Leng Qingsong's ears and walked to Tai'a who had fallen down with a cold face.

"Apologise!" Ouyang slapped Leng Qingsong on the back of the head and taught him a lesson.

Leng Qingsong glanced at Tai'a, snorted reluctantly, and bent down.

Bai Feiyu cupped his hands towards Tai'a and looked at Tai'a with more and more curiosity. As for why Tai'a was able to cultivate his own sword intent, Bai Feiyu really couldn't figure out why.

Chen Changsheng, who was wearing a mask, bowed honestly to Tai'a and said sorry.

Tai'a had a cold face and said nothing. He glanced at Ouyang, who was still lecturing Leng Qingsong, and felt a little strange.

Just now, these three brats were so violent that they even dared to hit themselves and even resorted to self-destruction. They looked like desperate Saburos who were desperate for their lives.

But when Ouyang appeared, he was as honest as a docile sheep, especially Leng Qingsong, who had a cold face and used the sword the most ruthlessly. Now he was slightly bent over and was pointed at and scolded by Ouyang as a traitor.

What kind of magic power could make these three unruly boys so convinced of him?

The name of a senior brother?

Tai'a didn't believe it. He had seen too many things as he was in the Tribulation Stage.

Without the suppression of strength and the suppression of blood, there will be no real respect at all.

The respect of sword cultivators is earned through the sword in their hands.

Ouyang why? Just with that massive amount of energy?

"Sect Master, don't be ridiculous. These three rebellious sons of mine haven't come out very often. It's a bit stressful to come out suddenly." Ouyang smiled and said to Tai'a while holding his dog between his legs.

Tai'a waved his torn sleeve with a cold face and ignored the matter.

As the master of the Sword Sect and a strong man in the Tribulation Stage, he was forced out of his native sword intention by three juniors in the Nascent Soul Stage. It was really embarrassing to tell him about it.

Bai Feiyu saw the dachshund in Ouyang's arms and asked curiously: "Brother, where did you go just now?"

Leng Qingsong and Chen Changsheng also turned their attention.

Tai'a also looked at Ouyang, wondering why this kid came out so late at the space crack he opened with his own hands, and the space crack Ouyang came out just now was obviously not opened by himself.

Ouyang laughed, raised the handsome boy in his hand and said, "This is my new pet, handsome boy. I just went to a certain immortal secret realm just to pick it up!"

"dog?"

The Westerners present looked at the handsome dachshund dog, and they didn't believe Ouyang's lies at all.

What kind of place is the Immortal Secret Realm? How could it be that it is a place where you can enter as soon as you say it and come out as soon as you say it?

And it didn't take long. In less than two minutes in total, Ouyang picked up a dog from the Immortal Secret Realm?

And just picked up a dog?

Tai'a touched his chin and looked at the dog in Ouyang's hand. His heart skipped a beat and he murmured, "Why do I always feel like I've seen this dog somewhere?"

Ouyang looked at the people who didn't believe what he said, and felt that what he said was a bit nonsense, but what he said was the truth. Believe it or not.

Ouyang, who had been strengthened at the epic level, was in a good mood. He looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty. In addition to a huge lake, there were continuous mountain peaks. They were 70% similar to the secret realm he entered just now, but it was obviously more advanced than the secret realm just now. angry.

Ouyang asked in confusion: "Sect Master, where is this place?"

Tai'a snorted coldly and said with some dissatisfaction: "This is the sword-asking pool of our Sword Sect. Not only are there the swords left by the great monks of our Sword Sect in the past, but also the legendary swords left by the immortals in ancient times. Secret treasure! Only my inner disciples have the opportunity to come in and meditate. This is an exception for you to come in. Bring over the IOU and the recording stone."

"Wai, a big shot is a big shot. He keeps his word!" Ouyang took out the IOU and regretted not taking more, but he could only bear the heartache and handed it to Tai'a.

With a wink at Chen Changsheng behind him, Chen Changsheng took out a pile of recording stones from his storage bag and said, "Sect Master, they are all here, I didn't leave any behind!"

Tai'a snorted coldly, and with a sword intent, he destroyed all the recording stones in Chen Changsheng's hand. After burning the IOU in his hand to ashes, he turned around and left and said: "One day, one day later, I will send you to the casting." Sword City!”

After saying that, as if avoiding the god of plague, he tore open the space and left here.

Only Ouyang Xiren was left looking at each other.

"Ask about the sword pond?" Ouyang held his head in his hands and looked at the lake in front of him. The calm lake water was ruffled by the breeze, and the trees in the Western Zhou Dynasty were rustling.

Not to mention the sword, there is not even an iron rod in sight. Is this called Wenjianchi?

Seeing Ouyang who was a little confused, Chen Changsheng said, "Elder brother, I sensed something under this lake, and there are a lot of it!"

Leng Qingsong frowned and looked at the lake in front of him and said, "It's very noisy!"

Bai Feiyu naturally knew that there were countless flying swords in the lake below, and the flying swords he summoned just now flew out of the lake.

Ouyang coughed, pretending to understand and said: "Indeed, I also sensed that there are many things under this lake. You must cherish this opportunity that you finally got."

Chen Changsheng nodded, but his eyes fell on the dachshund held between Ouyang's elbows. The Tibetan fox on the top of the hill was the hidden master of the Tribulation Stage. This dog must have a weird identity. I will find an opportunity to pull it out later. A few hairs came down.

Leng Qingsong shook his head and said: "Trash!"

The swords left behind by countless great masters born in this sword sect over countless years naturally contain the swordsmanship experiences these great monks had gained during their lifetimes.

But Leng Qingsong looked down upon these kendos. For him, his kendo was the strongest, and he didn't need the kendo here to make up for his shortcomings.

Because my way is not lacking!

Bai Feiyu walked to the lake with some curiosity and pointed his finger on the water. He felt a familiar feeling coming from the bottom of the lake, as if something was calling him.

"rise!"

Bai Feiyu muttered in a low voice.

As Bai Feiyu's voice sounded, the entire lake began to boil, and the sounds of countless swords resounded throughout the world.

call out!call out!call out!

Countless flying swords flew out of the lake and stood in mid-air, exuding different sword intentions.

Some are sharp, some are gentle, some are grand, some are weird...

Countless swords that looked like magic weapons were buzzing in front of Bai Feiyu, waiting for Bai Feiyu to choose.

Bai Feiyu stood up, stretched out his hand blankly, and a stream of light fell on his hand.

That's a wooden hairpin!