"Who dares to break into the sword monument?"

On the vast Lingshan Mountain, a cold sound sounded among the white clouds.

Only a long roar was heard, two young warriors wearing black martial robes jumped down from Lingshan.

They stepped on the cliff like two spirit monkeys, and their body movements were quite exquisite. After a moment, they passed through the cliff, stone forest, and gullies, and fell ten feet away from Zhang Ruochen.

One man, one woman.

The man is handsome and tall, giving people a sense of domineering and greatness.

The woman is younger, she looks like she is in her teens, has a round face and a braid. Although she is not so charming, she is very well-behaved and cute.

The so-called sword monument is the blue stone monument that is as high as 17 meters beside Zhang Ruochen, with the words "Divine Sword Holy Land" engraved on it.

The rules of the Divine Sword Holy Land: Those who pass the sword monument will die.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew this rule, so he did not cross the boundary of the sword monument, but stood behind the sword monument and said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Zhang Ruochen, a student from Xiawu City Academy, came to visit Master Lu."

Whether it is Zhang Ruochen's identity or Lu Yuanzhi's identity, it is a secret.

Before meeting Lu Yuanzhi himself, Zhang Ruochen would never expose his true identity.

That girl was named Lu Xuan.

Her eyes turned drippingly, and she looked at Zhang Ruochen's feet. Seeing that Zhang Ruochen had not crossed the sword monument, she said, "Don't say you are a student of the Wu City Academy. Even if you are a saint of the Holy Academy, you are not qualified to meet your ancestors. I advise you to leave this place immediately, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Zhang Ruochen seemed to have expected this result a long time ago and said without any haste: "Miss, you haven't reported to Master Lu, so how can you know that he won't see me?"

Lu Xuan smiled and said, "I still need to report, how did our ancestors exist? Not to mention you, even if a saint comes, he may not meet him."

Lu Fengtian stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply and said, "We brothers and sisters saw that you were a student from the Wu City Academy, so we didn't drive you away. Brothers, if you are not tactful, don't blame us brothers and sisters for being rude to you."

Zhang Ruochen still seemed very calm, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have a poem that you can help me pass to Master Lu. If Master Lu still refuses to see me after hearing this poem, I will leave immediately."

Lu Fantian advised again: "Brother, let me tell you the truth, you can't see your ancestors at all. Even if we brothers and sisters want to see him, it is not easy. Please come back!"

Since Zhang Ruochen has come to the Divine Sword Holy Land, why is he willing to leave easily like this?

Zhang Ruochen said again: "I came to visit Master Lu sincerely. Please report to you two, you can ask me if you have any conditions, just ask."

Lu Xuan was speechless and said, "We have made it clear to you. Not to mention you, it will be difficult for us to see our ancestors. Since that's the case, how can we report it for you?"

Zhang Ruochen wrinkled, feeling that he was indeed thinking too simple. After all, Master Lu is the master of the Divine Sword Holy Land. How could he meet a student from the Tianji Realm?

The two have a huge difference in identity.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was still unwilling to leave, Lu Fantian's eyes gradually became cold. He spread his five fingers, waved his palm gently, picked a blade of grass from the air, and pinched it between his two fingers.

The true energy injected into the grass leaves and suddenly turned into a sharp sword.

"Swish!"

Immediately afterwards, with Lu Fantian as the center, the frantic sword energy burst out.

Lu Xuan stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, "Why don't you escape quickly? My brother's strength is among the top ten in the younger generation of the Eastern Region. He is invincible in the world and is known as the "earth-turning little overlord". He is already angry. Once he draws his sword, you will be dead!"

Lu Fantian's mouth twitched, and he glared at Lu Xuan fiercely, wanting to sew her mouth up.

Zhang Ruochen could naturally feel the powerful aura that burst out from Lu Fengtian, but he was fearless and became more firm, bowed slightly, and said very politely: "I know that you two have difficulties too. However, I must meet Master Lu today. Since that is the case, I can only offend him."

Zhang Ruochen must figure out what happened eight hundred years ago.

This is a knot in his heart, so he must meet Lu Yuanzhi.

After saying this, Zhang Ruochen stepped forward and crossed the boundary of the sword monument.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen crossing the sword monument, Lu Fantian's eyes shrank, a cold air penetrated his body, and he decisively stabbed him out with a sword.

Between his two fingers, there was only a blade of grass. Under the urging of true energy, it was like a sharp magic sword, capable of cutting iron like mud.

"Swish!"

All the sword energy gathered at the tip of the grass blades and turned into a dazzling light shuttle.

Lu Fantian's cultivation is extremely high and he has reached the extreme level in the Heavenly Realm. His strength is many times higher than that of Zi Hansha.

Zhang Ruochen's face turned solemn, and immediately condensed his true energy, gathered on his left middle finger, and shot out a sword wave.

"Zhongchong Mai Sword Wave."

"call out!"

The middle finger of the left hand burned like flames, and a red sword energy flew out, bursting out powerful force, and hitting it like a fire road.

That fire road was as thick as a bowl mouth, like a sword energy fire python.

"Bang!"

The sword of grass leaves, when it encountered sword waves, immediately burned and turned into ashes.

The scorching sword energy spread to Lu Fantian's arm.

Lu Fantian exclaimed lightly, immediately mobilized his true energy and injected a silver bracelet on his wrist.

Widths of inscriptions appear on the surface of the bracelet.

"Wow!"

In the bracelet, pieces of armor as big as fingernails pop up and extend toward the arms and fingertips.

After one breath, Lu Fantian's arm was completely wrapped in silver armor, forming an arm guard to resist Jianbo's attack.

"Bang!"

Although the silver arm guards resisted the attack of the sword energy, Lu Fantian was still shocked by the powerful impact force and flew backwards.

However, his cultivation was strong, and he only released the protective heavenly sturdy body, instantly stabilized his body, and landed lightly on the ground, without any embarrassment.

"Brother, you are too inferior. You are not claiming that you can rank among the top ten in the Eastern Region, or claiming that you are a 'earth-turning little overlord'? How can you just come up with a warrior and you can repel you?"

Lu Xuan put her hands on her hips, shook her head and sighed, and said in disappointment.

"What do you know?"

Lu Fengtian glared at Lu Xuan and said with some displeasure: "He used the 'Ten-Meridian Sword Wave' of Tai Chi, and he has already achieved ten-Meridians, which is comparable to the low-grade ghost-level martial arts. I just used only one blade of grass, which is of course slightly inferior."

"What? Ghost-level low-grade martial arts?"

Lu Xuan stared at Zhang Ruochen with a curious expression on her face, and her eyes completely lit up, as if she was looking at a rare animal.

Even some masters in the Fish and Dragon Realm were unable to practice a ghost-level martial art.

A warrior at the extreme realm of heaven has successfully practiced.

How can it not surprise people?

After seeing Zhang Ruochen's strength, Lu Fantian put away his contempt and said with a solemn expression: "Are you a student from the Wu City Academy or a disciple of Tai Chi?"

With Zhang Ruochen's strength, the younger generation in the Eastern Region is definitely at the top level.

Such a proud son of heaven must have a very high status whether in the Wushi Academy or in the Tai Chi Taoist. He is definitely not an ordinary person.

Zhang Ruochen said, "As the same sentence, I just want to pay homage to Master Lu."

Lu Xuan also changed her appearance of Zhang Ruochen and said, "Hey! What did you have to meet your ancestors because of this?"

He was definitely not an ordinary person to be able to repel her brother who was usually coaxing. So Lu Xuan took the initiative to ask Zhang Ruochen and gave Zhang Ruochen a chance to speak.

Only strength can be respected.

It is naturally impossible for Zhang Ruochen to express his true identity, and if they say it out, they probably wouldn't understand the relationship between the Divine Sword Saint Land and the Zhang family.

So, Zhang Ruochen pulled out the ancient sword of Shenyuan, put it flat in his hand, and said, "I have a broken sword, I hope to ask Master Lu to help repair it."

"Hey! I thought it was such a big deal. It turned out that it was just a sword cultivation."

Lu Xuan clapped her hands and said boastingly: "Our Lu family is a weapon refining family. The Divine Sword Holy Land is also a weapon refining place. It's not me that I brag about it. Anyone in our Divine Sword Holy Land is a weapon refining master. Just cultivating a sword, a small matter, I will help you."

As he said that, Lu Xuan stretched out a snow-white little hand and took the broken sword from Zhang Ruochen's hand.

With the reputation of the Divine Sword Holy Land, it is naturally impossible to snatch other people's swords. Zhang Ruochen naturally had no worries and directly handed over the Chenyuan Ancient Sword to her.

As the saying goes, "As an expert takes action, he will know whether there is any." Lu Xuan is worthy of being the successor of the Divine Sword Holy Land. However, just as soon as he took the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, he immediately put away his smile and his face changed.

"This...how is this possible..."

She quickly held the Chenyuan Ancient Sword with both hands, observed carefully, and became more shocked the more she looked, with an incredible expression in her eyes.

"Girl, I wonder if you can repair this sword?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Lu Fantian was quite confident in his sister's refining skills. Although Lu Xuan was only sixteen years old, she was the first spiritual genius in the Divine Sword Holy Land for thousands of years. Her mental power reached the 38th level and she became a fifth-grade weapon refiner.

The sixteen-year-old fifth-grade weapon refiner definitely made the weapon refiners in Tianmo Ridge so ashamed that they hit the wall.

Lu Fantian glanced at Lu Xuan, and saw that she was still observing the broken sword, he immediately became a little confused and asked, "Can you do it? Isn't it just a broken sword? It takes so long to observe?"

"What do you know?"

Lu Xuan raised her head, glared at Lu Fengtian, revealing two small tiger teeth, and said, "This broken sword was made of the magical iron of creation. Do you know the magical iron of creation? "The Art of the Art" records that in the Kunlun world, only Empress Chi Yao obtained a piece eight hundred years ago, casting a blood-drop sword, sweeping across the world, and no one can defeat it."
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