It has been three days since Xia Chenglong became the lord of the sword city under the witness of Zhu Wushuang, the second elder Zhu Wuxie, the third elder Zhu Wunian.

In the past three days, the people in the Sword Forging City gradually recovered from their injuries with the help of Aokiji. Even Zhu Wuxie and Zhu Wunian, the two god-questioning realms, have recovered from eight or nine out of ten. The remaining injuries are no longer something that medicine stones can treat, and they can only recover slowly over time.

The ordinary disciples of the Sword Forging City in the past three days have gradually become suspicious. Chengdu has never shown up in such many days!

Although the Great Elder said that he had already told the ordinary disciple of Zhujian City that the old city lord Zhujian had suffered a backlash, and the old disease broke out and was in seclusion and he was in healing his wounds, so he could not see everyone for the time being. Let everyone be calm.

It is obvious to all the people in Zhujian City. Facing Zhujian City, the situation where Zhujian City was attacked by Qicheng and his disciples suffered heavy casualties, the old city lord would not have been like this for many days. Even if he was seriously injured, the old city lord would come forward to calm everyone's emotions.

People don't have any discussions.

Wang Xin, an ordinary soldier from the Third Team of the Sword Forging City Moat Team, had just recovered from his injuries with the help of Aokiji. Although he had met Mr. Aokiji face to face, he was only treated with his colleagues within the scope of Mr. Aokiji's treatment method. He was still very grateful to Mr. Aokiji.

However, his good mood lasted for a short period of time. He soon heard the discussions of the people in the Sword Forging City.

"The old city lord has not appeared for so many days. What happened? Although the Great Elder has been seriously injured by the old city lord, it will not have been seen for so many days!"

"That's right, the old city lord is a man who loves his name, how could he not come out to comfort the hearts of the people in the city? Could it be that he was seriously injured? He could no longer control his injuries?"

"Oh, our sword casting city just suffered this disaster. Fortunately, we were helped by Mr. Xia and Mr. Aokiji to escape danger. However, many soldiers died. We are already in such a difficult situation. God bless you, the old city lord will not have any trouble!"

"Yes, God bless you. If the old city lord falls, our sword casting city will be over. Although the Great Elder and the Second Elder are also conscientious, they do not have the deep connections as the old city lord!"

"The old city lord hasn't appeared for a long time. If I see the surrounding forces will be ready to move after a while!"

When Wang Xin walked to the street, the conversations of people around him kept coming from his ears. As he listened, Wang Xin's heart gradually sank into the bottom of the valley, and the city lord's past kind face appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but pray.

"God blesses you, the old city lord, will definitely not happen if you have a heavenly appearance."

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from my ears.

It turned out that the huge bell in the center of the Urban-Rural Development Square was ringed.

Wang Xin couldn't help but burst into tears. The last time this bell was ringed was when Qicheng came to attack the city not long ago! This time the bell was ringed, what big thing happened?

Although he was shocked, Wang Xin's footsteps couldn't help but gather towards the square with everyone.

Soon, Wang Xin finally came to the square with everyone.

In the center of the square, Zhu Wushuang, Zhu Wuxie and Zhu Wunian stood on the temporary high platform.

The three of them were wearing black robes, with a white flower on their chests, and a piece of white cloth tied on their arms, with a solemn expression. Mu Han stood there in grief, and there was an ancient coffin behind him.

The ordinary disciples of the Sword Forging City gathered in the audience stared at the outfits of the three of them in amazement, and Wang Xin was also very shocked. "Who has passed away? The three elders will all come out to create such a big formation."

Suddenly, Wang Xin thought of hearing people's comments on the street before and thought to himself.

"Could it be..." Thinking of this, Wang Xin no longer wanted to think about it. Tears gradually filled his eyes, and the scenery in front of him began to blur. It seemed that a kind figure appeared in front of him again.

Zhu Wushuang walked slowly to the platform with heavy steps and said in a deep voice.

"Dear disciples of the sword casting city, I have a very unfortunate news to tell you that five days ago, our old city lord Zhu Ji had an unfortunate old injury and passed away!..."

Wang Xin, who was once in grief, only heard this passage, and he couldn't hear it clearly afterwards. After a while, Wang Xin gradually came to his senses. The voice of Zhu Wushuang, the elder of the Sword City, was still floating in his ears.

I saw Zhu Wushuang's eyes filled with tears and he recited the eulogy with deep affection.

"... This man has passed away, but the old city lord's last wish has not been fulfilled. He still wants to carry forward the sword-making city! Can you follow me to realize the old city lord's last wish?"

Wang Xin burst into tears and shouted with everyone around him.

"Promote it! Promote it! Promote it!!"

After a long time, Zhu Wushuang said that after a brief release of his emotions in the audience, he said again.

"Before the old city lord died, he handed the city lord's finger to Mr. Xia Chenglong and Mr. Xia. It was Mr. Xia who brought the Xiaotian Sword and fulfilled his long-cherished wish.

Previously, Mr. Xia helped us to overcome the difficulties in Sword City. For our Sword City, we are so kind! He will serve as the new city lord of Sword City. I agree with the second elder Zhu Wuxie and the third elder Zhu Wunian. In the future, Xia Chenglong will become the new city lord of Sword City. I believe that under the leadership of Xiaxia City Lord, our city construction will be reborn from the ashes!"

After saying this, Zhu Wushuang stepped back and took away the flow and took out Xia Chenglong, who had just been behind the three brothers.

Xia Chenglong was also wearing a black dress with a white flower on his chest.

Xia Chenglong raised his hand with the city lord's ring to show everyone the city lord's ring. The city lord's ring was shining brightly in the sun. Those who know the inside story naturally know that this is true.

Then Xia Chenglong spoke.

"I spent just a few days with the old city lord, and I admire the old city lord very much. Thanks to my wrong love, I was entrusted to be the lord of the sword-making city when the old city lord was dying. I, Xia Chenglong, knew the heavy responsibility of this responsibility. I will definitely fulfill the wish of the old city lord with the help of the great elder Zhu Wushuang, the second elder Zhu Wuxie, and the third elder Zhu Wunian, and the last elder Zhu Wunian, and lead the sword-making city to glory!"
Chapter completed!