Chapter 1629 Tiny?

Ji Tianxing didn't expect Feng Ping to be so direct.

The two had never known each other before, as soon as they met, Feng Ping wanted to watch the Zantian Sword.

This request is obviously a bit abrupt.

Ji Tianxing frowned, and said calmly: "Fourth Elder, I understand what you mean, you want to confirm whether I have obtained the real Burial Sword.

However, the Burial Sword is the sword of the sword god, and it has disappeared for thousands of years.

With all due respect, even if I show you the Burying Heaven Sword, how can you tell the real from the fake?

What's the difference between watching and not watching? "

Feng Ping's request was rejected, but he didn't get angry, and still maintained a pleasant attitude.

He showed a slight smile, and explained in a sincere tone: "Young Master Ji, there is naturally a reason for the Daxian to send this old man here.

More than a thousand years ago, the master master sat on Tianzhu Mountain and challenged all the martial saints in the world.

At that time, there were not many people following the master, only Daxian and a few masters.

Fortunately, the old man was also on Tianzhu Mountain back then.

Although, at that time, the old man was just a ten-year-old Taoist boy, helping Daxian to take care of the alchemy furnace.

But by God's favor, the old man has seen the ancestor many times, and also seen the Burial Heaven Sword several times with his own eyes. "

"Oh?" Hearing what Feng Ping said, Ji Tianxing raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest, "Dare to ask Fourth Elder Gui Geng?"

"1558 years old." Feng Ping replied without hesitation.

Ji Tianxing frowned slightly, thought for a moment in his heart, and found that the facts were basically consistent.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still used his divine sense to quietly wake up Zang Tian.

"Zang Tian, ​​this Feng Ping, you should have seen it before, do you still have any impression?"

Zang Tian said calmly: "After more than a thousand years, my memory is incomplete. How can I still remember these unimportant people?"

Ji Tianxing was full of helplessness and could not force anything.

At this time, Feng Ping looked at him with burning eyes, and said sincerely: "Young Master Ji, don't worry, the old man and the entire Tianzhu Mountain have no malice towards you.

Sword God is the spiritual leader and eternal patriarch of all of us.

The old man just wants to see the relics of the master, complete the tasks ordered by the great immortal, and hope that Mr. Ji will fulfill them. "

Seeing that Feng Ping's tone and demeanor were full of sincerity and eagerness, Ji Tianxing thought for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

"It's okay to show you, but you have to tell me first, who is the immortal you are talking about?"

Feng Ping replied without hesitation: "More than 1,500 years ago, the Taoist name of the Great Immortal was Taoist Huanglong.

He has been following the master's side, handling the affairs of Tianzhu Mountain.

Thousands of years ago, after the fall of the master master, the world was shaken, and many Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to invade Tianzhu Mountain.

Tianzhu Mountain encountered a catastrophe, and several masters and strong men in the sect died in battle one after another. Only Immortal Huanglong and us survived.

Since then, Daxian has been our leader, leading us all to guard the last inheritance of Tianzhu Mountain.

The Great Immortal once said that the ancestor is the king of the gods in the nine heavens, and he must not truly fall.

One day, master master will return as king and reappear in the world! "

Ji Tianxing listened carefully, and some pictures involuntarily appeared in his mind.

In his memory picture, when the Sword God was sitting on Tianzhu Mountain, he was accompanied by a middle-aged Taoist man wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

Looking back now, that Taoist in yellow robe should be the Great Immortal Huanglong mentioned by Feng Ping.

After a while, Ji Tianxing restrained his thoughts, stretched out the palm of his right hand, and handed it to Feng Ping.

"Shua!"

With a flash of black light in his palm, an ancient sword as black as ink appeared, which was the Burying Heaven Sword.

As soon as Feng Ping saw the Zangtian Sword, his body stiffened immediately, and he was stunned on the spot.

He fixed his eyes on the Zantian Sword, his eyes shone with a bright brilliance, and his eye sockets turned red.

His eyes and expression became very complicated, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

"It really is the Burial Sword! After more than a thousand years, I can still see it with my own eyes, and I can die without regret!"

Feng Ping murmured in a low voice, and slowly stretched out his hands, held the Burying Heaven Sword in his palm, and stroked it lightly, as if greeting an old friend.

"I still remember that I was still a boy guarding the alchemy furnace back then.

Once, when the Great Immortal refined the Seven Nights Soul Ascension Pill, he needed to keep the fire alive for forty-nine days.

I persisted for forty-six days, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep in the alchemy room..."

Feng Ping was talking to himself about the past, with a faint smile on his old face.

"That furnace of Seven Nights Soul Ascending Pill was destroyed, the Great Immortal was furious, and wanted to severely punish me, a dereliction of duty boy.

At the critical moment, it was the Burial Heaven Sword that stopped the Great Immortal and sent him away so that I would not be punished..."

When he said this, the Zantian Sword shook slightly, and bounced his hands away.

A funeral voice came from the sword, and said in a strange tone: "Little boy, after more than a thousand years, you still remember this little thing?

Even if you want to thank me, you don't have to hold me so intimately, what's the point? "

The sudden sound made Feng Ping's body tremble, and he immediately petrified in place.

He stared at the Zangtian Sword in a daze, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and asked in a very excited tone: "Senior Zangtian? Is it really you? You are... still alive?"

His face flushed with excitement, he rubbed his hands again and again, and even spoke incoherently.

Ji Tianxing glanced at Feng Ping strangely, and thought to himself: "You little one? An old man who has lived for more than a thousand years? Isn't this too out of place?"

However, he was relieved after thinking about it for a while.

Back then when Feng Ping was a Taoist boy on Tianzhu Mountain, he was only in his early ten years old, so he was indeed a small child for Zang Tian.

At this time, the voice of funeral sounded again.

"Little boy, have all your uncles passed away?"

Feng Ping took a few deep breaths before he calmed down, nodded quickly and said: "Except for the Great Immortal Huanglong, those master uncles have all died in battle.

Now only the Great Immortal is left with us, still sticking to Tianzhu Mountain. "

Zangtian was silent for a moment, and said in a low and forceful tone: "It doesn't matter, one day, Tianzhu Mountain will regain its glory!

Xiao Xiao, who once invaded Tianzhu Mountain, will pay the price in blood! "

Feng Ping nodded again and again, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation, and said in a firm tone: "Senior Zangtian, I also believe that that day will come soon!"

Zang Tian said in a solemn tone: "Go back and tell Huang Long that Ji Tianxing is the heir of Sword God and the new owner of Tianzhu Mountain.

All the grievances and hatreds of the year, only he can lead everyone to revenge.

No matter what, you must escort him, help him return to the peak as soon as possible, and reappear the glory of the sword god! "

Feng Ping listened solemnly, and immediately bowed and said: "Senior Zangtian, this junior will definitely bring you word for word!"