After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Li Huamu?

Chen Zun was startled and suddenly thought of the pile of withered bones in the cold mountains.

Unexpectedly, Fu Siyuan turned out to be his disciple from another generation. What a coincidence.

He nodded to Fu Siyuan, walked out of the queue, and returned to his residence.

He didn't have much confidence in Jianzhong and his party, but Xu Huayun told him to go there and treat it as completing his master's mission.

the next day.

Chen Zun arrived at the Deacon Hall Square early.

Hundreds of people gathered here, and the opening of the Sword Tomb was a major event for the Tianyuan Sect.

Some seniors also wanted to join in the fun and see which lucky people from the Tianyuan Sect would stand out in ten years.

Dozens of young monks gathered in a group. They were all nervous and had a look of expectation on their faces. They were all young monks who were qualified to enter the Sword Tomb. They dreamed that they would be spotted by a certain spiritual sword and soar into the sky. .

Surprisingly, the leader was Fu Siyuan. When he saw Chen Zun arriving, he waved from a distance.

"Uncle Master, this way."

His shout caused the other monks to look at him sideways.

Chen Zun wanted to sneak into a random place, but when Fu Siyuan shouted, he could only walk over.

Fu Siyuan smiled warmly and said, "Uncle Master, you are here so early."

Chen Zun said: "Senior Brother Fu, we are all disciples of the same sect and are older than me. Don't call me uncle, just call me Chen Zun."

Fu Siyuan looked a little older than Chen Zun, and he looked like a master and uncle, which made him feel a little ashamed and felt like he was seventy or eighty years old.

Fu Siyuan shook his head and said sternly: "Our Tianyuan Sect has an orderly arrangement of elders and younger ones. We do not differentiate by age, but only by seniority. How dare I break the sect's rules? Please don't say this again, senior brother. If you don't mind, call me uncle." Just Fu Siyuan."

Chen Zun could only accept his suggestion. He was a little curious as to why Fu Siyuan was so enthusiastic unlike others who looked down on his mortal qualifications, so he asked: "Others avoid me, why don't you care about my origin and not be afraid of me?" Being gossiped about?"

"I don't listen to other people's gossip. When it comes to it, I, like my master and uncle, were both born in the mortal world. My qualifications are dull, but my master has not abandoned me since I was a child, so I was able to join the Tianyuan Sect."

While Fu Siyuan explained his origin to Chen Zun, he showed disdain and said: "As for those who ridicule, they are really superficial. In this world, heroes are not judged by success or failure, nor can a person's future be measured by his qualifications and background. Instead, he is a teacher." The fact that my great-uncle remained calm and composed in the face of sarcastic words is really admirable."

These words immediately made Chen Zun look at Fu Siyuan with admiration. These words alone were enough to show that this man was open-minded and a trustworthy person, and he couldn't help but have a better impression of him.

After Chen Zun chatted with Fu Siyuan for a few more words, all the disciples who participated in opening the sword tomb had arrived.

An elder threw out a spiritual boat, which transformed into a hundred feet in size out of thin air. Everyone cast spells to board the boat.

Fu Siyuan was more careful. He thought that Chen Zun's cultivation would not allow him to fly on the spirit boat.

He grabbed Chen Zun's shoulders, jumped lightly, and the two of them jumped onto the spirit boat and landed firmly on the splint.

As the elder pinched the magic formula, the spirit boat started to move.

In less than a stick of incense, the spirit boat arrived at Tianjian Peak.

This is a tall mountain peak. Looking from above, it looks like a sword thrust into the mountains.

As the spirit boat landed, everyone landed steadily on the top of the mountain.

At this time, Tianjian Peak was already crowded with Tianyuan Sect disciples from all peaks. Their clothes were of different colors and they were gathered in one place.

After waiting for a while, the peak master of Tianjian Peak was a tall middle-aged man named Duan Lin, a monk in the Hedao stage.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, he said: "Quiet."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at him quietly.

Duan Lin's sword-like gaze scanned the crowd and said in a deep voice:

"The ten-year period has come and the Sword Tomb has been reopened again. You must keep in mind that the time to enter the Sword Tomb is one hour. During this period, no matter whether you can get the recognition of the spiritual sword or not, when the time is up, all disciples must Come out from inside, otherwise the Sword Tomb formation will close on its own, and no one can save you if you are trapped inside."

"Yes!"

The voice of the Master of Tianjian Peak was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear. Everyone did not dare to be careless and responded in unison.

"Then let's get started."

Duan Lin didn't talk nonsense. He turned around and took a step forward. He stretched out his hand and a red sword appeared in his hand. He waved forward lightly.

A huge opening was immediately opened in the void, and then, the opening grew larger and larger, slowly forming a void door several feet high.

However, the Void Gate has not yet been stabilized. Dozens of disciples from Tianjian Peak walked out, holding small flags, and threw them into the air one after another, using secret techniques to stabilize the Void Gate.

This process is a bit slow, and it will take a while to open the entrance to the Sword Tomb.

When the disciples in the square saw the crimson sword revealed by Duan Lin, the leader of Tianjian Peak, they started talking in low voices.

"Chili Sword!"

"I heard that this spiritual sword is the natal flying sword of a sect master thousands of years ago. It is extremely powerful. At that time, Peak Master Duan entered the Sword Tomb and was only in the foundation building stage. He was recognized as the master by Chili Sword. From then on He became a blockbuster, his cultivation soared, he killed countless evil cultivators, he became famous in one battle, and he was able to achieve the name of Chili Sword Master."

"I'm envious. It would be great if I could just get any spiritual sword and recognize it as its owner."

Chen Zun heard their whispers and remembered Duan Lin's deeds after three years of service.

Before getting the Chili Sword, this Chili Sword Master had no background, ordinary qualifications, and was just an ordinary little monk.

After obtaining the Chili Sword, he was accepted into the sect of the then Master of Tianjian Peak. From then on, he became famous and his cultivation skyrocketed.

This successful counterattack inspired many young monks present, hoping that they could be as lucky as Duan Lin, to be recognized as the master of the Spirit Sword, and be favored by a certain elder peak master present and take him into his sect.

"Compared with Master's Zhanli, who is stronger and weaker..."

Chen Zun looked at the Chili Sword in Duan Lin's hand and secretly compared it with his master Xu Huayun's Zhanli Sword.

"Look, the entrance to the Sword Tomb is about to be stabilized."

At this moment, the crowd became commotion.

Chen Zun put away the distracting thoughts in his heart and looked attentively.

I saw that with the efforts of dozens of Tianjian Peak disciples, the originally unstable void entrance gradually formed a square void gate.

He also saw clearly the scene inside the Void Gate.

There are countless swords stuck on a dark low hill.

These swords may be big or small, the big ones are as big as door panels, the small ones are as small as needles, and their shapes are all kinds of strange and different.

Moreover, each sword shone with dazzling brilliance and burst out with fierce sword intent.

The Sword Tomb is finally open!