Huang Shuang

Xuan Ye took them for a long time before arriving at the altar he was talking about. Zhang Yang roughly estimated that it had been at least an hour since they came in. The white old man sat on it, and under the altar was surrounded by a circle of monsters that had turned back to their original forms, watching them covetously.

"This is Grandpa, the patriarch of the Chitong Clan, and the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Cave." Xuan Ye walked ahead and opened the way, passing through the group of demons. "The one behind is the third brother. You'd better stay away from him. He is the most powerful person in our generation."

"Huai'an, don't be nervous. I know what you are going to do. Before you seal it, do you want to come and hear about your life experience and your mother's affairs? After she left, those people outside will never mention her to you again. .” Ge Ting stretched out his hand towards him with a smile, without looking at the scene.

"No more." Zhang Yang pulled out the sword from behind, wiped it with two fingers, a layer of spiritual power immediately appeared on Wei Guishang, Zhang Yang held a sword flower and stood in front of him, not believing him.

Ge Ting didn't take his defense seriously, nor did he show any impatience because of being contradicted, but just looked at him quietly.

"The sword is a good sword, it's a pity." Ge Ting said, waved his hand lightly, and made a grabbing movement, but he didn't see any changes in his surroundings.

Ding

There was a sound of metal colliding in the air, Zhang Yang's pupils shrank, and he stepped in front of Jing Jian with a conditioned reaction and raised his back to block.

"Heh" the masked man who had been standing behind Ge Ting chuckled, "You are really a child, dare to show your sword in front of your parents."

Before the words fell, Zhang Yang felt a force pulling him through the sword, subconsciously activated his spiritual power, and pulled hard, but the force that was resisting it suddenly withdrew, Zhang Yang staggered a few steps without checking, and was waiting When he swung his sword again, he found that something was wrong with Wei Gui.

"Let go!" Jing Jian clapped his palm on his wrist, and Zhang Yang subconsciously released his grip on the sword.

Weigui fell down, but there was no sound of collision with the ground as expected. Zhang Yang seemed to feel something, and lowered his head in disbelief. It was scattered on the ground in pieces, and the spiritual energy flowing in it also scattered from the fracture. The "qi" of the sword body also gradually dimmed in the past few breaths, and lost its spirit. Zhang Yang shook his body and fell to the ground.

"You practice Wujian Jue. Grandpa folded the sword for you to help you. The sword is in your heart, and your body is your blade. Isn't this the field you want to achieve with your hard work?" Ge Ting withdrew his hand, also He no longer had that hypocritical smile on his face, and looked at the distraught Zhang Yang amusedly, "I understand, after all, it's something that I've been with for so long. Come to think of it, he's about to cultivate the sword spirit, you can't bear to be sad for a while. For sure, since he will be destroyed sooner or later, if I destroy him, at least you won’t lose your reputation, isn’t that very good, anyway, your mother’s sword was also destroyed by me, it’s passed down through the family, so there’s no shame in it.”

Ge Ting's light words did not reach Zhang Yang's ears. For a person like him who accumulates spiritual power by practicing sword art, he is only worthy of one sword in his life, and the connection between this sword and him is Very closely, at the moment Wei Gui was broken, Zhang Yang also received a strong impact, and was nailed in place for a while, his mind went blank, he couldn't see or hear anything.