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

Ouyang regained his confidence and once again had a playful smile on his face.

Pointing at the huge Optimus Pillar.

What's not even a pattern?

It looks pretty big, but maybe it’s not useful!

It feels worse than when I wake up every morning!

……

Listening to Ouyang's words, Feng started to stray again, and Xian Yi on the side looked confused.

History books record that the patriarch of his family suffered from schizophrenia, and it seems to be true.

Behind him, Huizhi chanted the Buddha's name softly, his eyes fell on the loose blue shirt, and he showed a smile.

Falling from the sky, Ouyang landed in the city of the Sword Making Clan. This seemingly desolate small city was actually full of things.

Everyone was dressed in white, with swords hanging from their waists. They raised their heads slightly, as if they were looking at people with their nostrils.

Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all look like they are the best in the world of labor and management.

When Ouyang and others landed, they attracted countless eyes.

Almost at the same time, Ouyang felt as if he was locked by countless sharp swords.

Outsiders are not welcome here!

As a sword-making clan that has guarded the Jiuyou Land for countless years, as a living person, they guard this place of death.

Outsiders, without exception, are the souls of dead monks, and these souls will eventually be hung on the Optimus Pillar.

So the sudden appearance of a stranger made everyone wary.

Ouyang looked around Western Zhou and felt a little surprised because he saw a child appearing.

There is no food or water in this Jiuyou land. How did the sword-making clan survive?

"Feeding is based on the efforts of the parents. Because of the difficulty of feeding, the sword-making clan has not increased in number compared to ancient times." Xian Yi on the side began to say.

This is the home of the dead. It is very difficult to survive here, let alone raise future generations.

If it weren't for the long life and blood of monks, I'm afraid that even if the sword-making clan was lucky enough to survive from ancient times, they wouldn't be able to last long.

"Why don't you go out? You can obviously go out, right?" Ouyang asked doubtfully.

Hearing Ouyang's words, the expression on Xian Yi's face became solemn and he said softly: "We are the remnants of ancient times and have been abandoned by the times. If we choose between heaven and earth again, we will bring unnecessary disasters. Moreover, this is where my Lord rests." We also want the times to stay here!”

It sounds pedantic and stubborn, but it's the same pedantry and stubbornness that allowed the creatures in ancient times to still create a splendid civilization under the high-pressure management of immortals.

Ouyang gave up the persuasion because they had been stubbornly living here for tens of thousands of years, and this stubbornness had long been deeply rooted in their bones.

It cannot be swayed by a few words from others.

When the nearby tribesmen gradually approached a few people with their swords, Xianyi also noticed something was wrong and immediately shouted loudly: "This is the reincarnation of that adult, don't be rude!"

"Ah, he turned out to be the reincarnation of that adult?"

"It's really that adult!!"

"Huh? Which adult is reincarnated?"

"Idiot, it's that adult!"

"Who is that?"

"The Riddler gets out of here!"

……

When Xian Yi finished speaking, there was a commotion in Xizhou.

Respect, puzzlement, admiration, doubt...

All kinds of looks made Ouyang feel as popular as the idol in his previous life.

"Ahem, yes! I am that adult!" Ouyang raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"Oh hoo!"

What followed was a chorus of exclamations, interspersed with doubts like "Who is it? Which one is it?"

A wave of his hand caused a cry of exclamation, which greatly satisfied Ouyang's vanity.

After all, it's not like asking Jianfeng, waving his hands to cause an exclamation and throwing two detonating charms into the toilet.

It feels so good to be praised by others!

While Ouyang was enjoying the treatment of his idol, two figures appeared in mid-air.

It was Xian Er and Xian San who went to Qingyun Sect with Xian Yi.

Xian Er bowed slightly towards Ouyang and said: "The patriarch has an order, please ask that adult to go to the temple!"

Clan leader? The current leader of the sword-making clan?

Ouyang, who was swaggeringly preparing to follow Xian Er, was also curious about who the current patriarch was.

Huizhi just wanted to follow, but was stopped by Xianyi. They were polite to Ouyang because Ouyang was the adult!

Is a monk named Huizhi worthy of being treated with courtesy? Facing Huizhi without using his nostrils is already considered more polite.

"What if the young monk insists on following senior brother?" Huizhi's face was calm, but his tone was very firm, and his hands that were originally clasped together slowly lowered their hands.

"Oh, you don't need a pendant on the Optimus Pillar!" Xianyi looked at Huizhi in front of him and said mercilessly.

Buddha's light appeared on Huizhi's body. If he was not allowed to follow his senior brother, he would have no choice but to force his way in!

Seeing that the monk in front of them actually wanted to take action, all the sword cultivators of the sword-making clan standing here pressed their hands on the hilt of their swords.

As long as Huizhi dares to make any other move, they will be ready to chop Huizhi into pieces in the next second!

The sword-making clan who have lived here for countless years are really experienced in dealing with disobedient souls.

There are stunning characters in every era, and they are equally arrogant and uninhibited when they die in the end.

Aren't you going to be hung on the Optimus Pillar as a mummy in the end?

Seeing that both sides refused to give in, Ouyang patted Huizhi's arm to signal that Huizhi didn't have to be like this.

Huizhi snorted coldly and clasped his hands together again.

Putting aside the episode, Ouyang followed Xian Er towards the temple.

The temple of the sword-making clan is located in the middle of the city. It is a palace shaped like a furnace.

The plank road randomly piled up with huge rocks on both sides represents the sword-making clan's current indifference to the immortals.

Xian Er stood in front of the stone door of the temple, bowed towards Ouyang and said, "The patriarch is too old to stand up. Please forgive me!"

Ouyang waved his hand to express that he didn't mind, and then opened the stone door in front of him.

Facing the gate is a stone statue of Li Taibai.

The stone statue is lifelike, with white light flowing on its surface, as if it is jumping down from the stone steps in the next second.

Ouyang looked at the stone statue in front of him and marveled.

"Sir, if you like it so much, why not ask the sword-making clan to carve one for you?" An old voice sounded.

Ouyang looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man sitting on a soft bed.

"Are you the patriarch of the contemporary sword-making clan?" Ouyang asked doubtfully, looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to be dying in the next second.

"If you are really that adult, do you still remember the secret code between you and me?" The old man struggled to open his eyes and asked weakly.

"Secret code? What secret code?" Ouyang looked through his memory in confusion, but he didn't expect what secret code he had left behind in ancient times.

The dying old man smiled hard at Ouyang and said, "Master?"

The young master's voice made Ouyang's expression pause, and the memory immediately came to mind. Ouyang smiled and said, "Call me the patriarch!"

Then the old man laughed and lay on his back on the soft collapse, muttering to himself: "Okay, Master!"