Surprised and unwilling, Jianhui finally realized that Dashumi, a Wulin, had brought unprecedented changes, and his influence was far from that of the elite Jianghu people and Wulin heroes who emerged every few decades.
If Jianzong follows the reputation of being in charge of the heavenly sword and the arrogant ear in the past, it is afraid that it will be taken away from Jianzong soon, and the whole Sect will be reduced to a third-rate faction.
So he actively made friends and earnestly changed his name to Jianzong, and then asked the name to follow him. Jianzong suppressed some stubborn disciples of Jianzong to expand outward
It’s a pity that Jianhui people’s martial arts talent is not enough. At the age of 50, when they improved Jianzong martial arts, they became possessed and died on the spot.
Guest Qing’s famous vulgar things added the word "too" in front of the living room.
The sword clan patriarch gave it to Jian Huier Pojun.
Up to now, Jianzong is well-known as Gankun and Pojun is no longer young.
The periphery of abandoned sword land
Pojun drew his sword and took photos of himself.
Smooth as a mirror, the sword body reflects the gray hair next to his forehead, and his eyes are like the ups and downs of the sea in the dark night.
"Patriarch"
Xueyuan came behind Pojun. "The first evil emperor and the third pig emperor have also arrived at their side and followed a young man, but I can’t see through it."
Choke!
Pojun said to Xueyuan that he nodded slightly with a sword of cutting. "How many people haven’t arrived at the 713 invitations?"
"The central plains dynasty will be twin cities, and we are too guest and …"
Xueyuan paused for a moment. "The Temple of Crying is short of these people."
"Oh!" Pojun snorted. "These parties are self-reliant and even won’t arrive until the fifteenth day."
Xueyuan added, "In addition, at that time, the first evil emperor and all of them were drunk in Xianju, so I conveniently spread the news of fifteen furnaces this time."
Pojun said, "It’s okay for those people to come, but it’s not bad for them to decorate the corner of this grand ceremony. When the dust settles, they can also promote some deeds in the Jianghu faster and call me Jianzong to a higher level."
When his eyes swept a small building in the corner of the banquet hall in the distance, he said, "By the way, have you seen the cloud?"
Hearing this, Xueyuan’s eyes seemed to light up a little, and some eagerly said, "Is my husband here already?"
Pojun temperament dark face reveals a kind of sincere kindness and smile, "how to meet the cloud in such a hurry? Yes, after all, you have …"
"Ha!" He laughed. "I haven’t seen each other for more than 20 days. If I don’t see Sanqiu for a day, it’s almost seventy years of lovesickness."
Xueyuan’s face was ashamed and he lowered his eyes and said, "Patriarch!"
Pojun rarely enjoyed teasing the younger generation and shook his head with a smile.
The age of the real snow edge may be much older than that of Pojun.
This woman is also from a hermit clan-Soushen Palace.
In that sect, there are two magical powers that can move the gods to destroy the world, and when they are completed, they can live forever.
Although Xue Yuan is not young, she is always young, and she has been closely controlled by the owner of Soushen Palace, and her mind is similar to that of an ordinary girl.
In those days, Xue Yuan met the owner of Soushen Palace in two of a kind, but he wanted to benefit Da Tuer in Pojun, when Pojun was bound to wander the rivers and lakes.
Hao Jianzong invited the name to help lead the people to find the door to destroy the Soushen Palace and rescue the couple. Soon after, they arranged for them to get married and love each other.