Since returning from Wujian Villa last time, Jian Chen has been practicing Wuming for several months, and the inexplicable swordsmanship has also improved to the next level.

Only that style is the most powerful "grace", which is inexplicable because of the lack of a similar state of mind.

However, this made him feel a lot more confident. He felt that even if he once again faced Bu Jingyun holding a peerless sword and Nie Feng holding a sword of defeat.

After all, according to Wuming, these two swords are at the same level as the Xueyin Kuang Knife, and Xueyin Kuang Knife is as famous as the Fire Lin Sword. Fire Qilin was cut off by him with the hero sword before. From this point of view, Peerless and Defeat are definitely not the opponents of the Hero Sword.

Until now, when he recalled the conversation between the two when he just saw Wuming, Jian Chen is still quite happy now.

"Jian Chen, who have you fought with this sword before? Why do I feel that there is still a trace of evil spirit left on the sword?"

"Master said it's right. That sword is the Fire Lin Sword that was in Nie Feng's hands before."

"Huolin Sword? Have you fought with Nie Feng?"

"No, that sword was handed over to Duan Lang by Nie Feng, the one who asked Senior Sword Saint to come out before."

After listening to Jian Chen's careful description of the battle situation at that time, Wuming couldn't help but praise him well, "Yes, this sword is evil, and being able to cut it off with a heroic sword is also considered a good deed."

He and Jian Chen are masters and apprentices, but in fact, they have long regarded him as their son in their hearts.

Jian Chen's performance at Baijian Villa was indeed good this time, but the final result was not good.

Six of them beat one, but they were even killed. The most important thing is that they failed to bring back the peerless sword.

However, Jian Chen knew the shame and then bravely. After he healed, he began to work hard and practice swordsmanship.

Wuming was quite pleased to see his disciples so motivated. Seeing that he had the will, he naturally gave him all his gifts.

Until this day, Wuming suddenly called Jian Chen in front of him, "Jian Chen, I have always felt restless recently, and I am afraid that something big will happen soon."

With his cultivation level of namelessness, he has already vaguely felt what is about to happen. In addition, his cautious personality makes him even more afraid to be careless.

"The Sword Saint's body has been here for more than three months. You can run for the master to find Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun."

Jian Chen expressed his confusion: "Master, I'm looking for Nie Feng for the sake of Senior Sword Saint, why should I find Bu Jingyun?"

"Bu Jingyun is too resentful, and it is not a blessing for his peerless sword to fall into his hand. My master wants to take back the sword." Wuming looked at Kong Ci beside the sword saint, sighed and said, "If it weren't for my master's inability to escape, I should have gone in person."

"I understand, I will live up to expectations this time!"

Jian Chen got news from the Zhonghua Pavilion's eyeliner and planned to find Xu Mochao first. Unexpectedly, he was intercepted before he met Xu Mochao.

That is a master of using a knife.

Jian Chen was shocked when he found that he could not defeat this man with all his strength.

As far as he knows, there are only a few masters who use swords in this world who go back and forth.

The first evil emperor, the second sword emperor, the third pig emperor, and the younger generation is Nie Feng and the second dream.

But he has never seen this person before. Who is this person?

"Who are you? What's the point of stopping me?"

The man couldn't help laughing when he heard Jian Chen's words, "It's really ironic that Wuming's apprentice would ask like this!"

"Do you know my master?"

Jian Chen was shocked when he noticed the other party's gritting expression when he mentioned his master.

Oh no, is it the master’s enemy?

Jian Chen still knows a little bit about his own level.

The skill of treating Wuming as an enemy is definitely not much worse, so naturally it is impossible for him to come.

The other party smiled for a long time and finally stopped: "Have Wuming ever said the name 'Pojun' to you?"

"Pojun!"

When Jian Chen heard this name, he immediately understood everything.

He once heard Wuming say about this past story, and also knew that although Po Jun and Wuming were named brothers, they were a great revenge on life and death.

But I heard from Wuming that Pojun has disappeared for many years since the Battle of the Sword Sect. Why did it suddenly appear again today?

"It turns out to be the master of the Pojun, and the younger generation Jian Chen is polite."

As the saying goes, don't hit people with a smile. Although I have guessed that Pojun will definitely have nothing good to come to him, Jian Chen thought to himself that he should be polite and that the other party should not bully the small by the big one.

Po Jun received a gift calmly, but the words he said were not very nice. "Stop doing this for me! If Wuming really regarded me as his senior brother, he wouldn't have thought of killing me back then! Do you think so?"

"Jian Chen, as a junior, has no good comment on the matter between his family master and his uncle." Jian Chen said cautiously.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. I'm not here to reminisce about the past, come with me!"

Po Jun said and turned around and left. Jian Chen knew that with his skills, he would definitely not be able to beat this master, so he could only follow him with a tough bullet.

Seeing Jian Chen following him, Po Jun sneered, "You kid know your face, otherwise I will break your legs and tie you up!"

When Jian Chen heard Pojun talking to me, he was furious and secretly made up his mind that he would teach this guy a lesson when he had the chance in the future.

Both of them were not slow, and they soon arrived at a dilapidated mountain temple.

"Come in!"

Po Jun said as he walked into the temple first. Jian Chen hesitated for a moment and followed.

When he entered the temple, Jian Chen looked around and found that there was an acquaintance here.

"Miss Chuchu!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Pojun, "You brought her here?"

"What else?" Po Jun smiled, "Boy, for you are my nephew, I have provided you with a good opportunity!"

"What do you mean?"

Jian Chen's instinctive feeling was not good. With his ability, it was difficult to escape from Pojun, and it was even more difficult to bring Chuchu with him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse Xu Mochao in pain. Nie Feng, what are you doing? What did you do? Miss Chuchu falls into the hands of such a person!

"I heard you like this little girl very much, don't you?"

Pojun looked at Chuchu who was unconscious and Jian Chen in front of him, which felt like he was teasing people with cats and rats.

"No!" Jian Chen said immediately, "Miss Chuchu and I are just ordinary friends!"

He did not lie. Since the last incident, he has seen Chuchu bent on Xu Mochao.

Just then, a gentle and beautiful Xiao Xiao appeared again, so he decisively changed his target.

But what made him depressed was that from when, Xiao Xiao had a good attitude towards him suddenly began to alienate him.

But he was not discouraged. This time he came out of the mountain again, which would definitely make Miss Dugu look at her differently!

However, Po Jun did not believe that he had a reliable source of information, so he immediately glared at Jian Chen when he heard this: "I admire you very much, but I didn't expect that you are a hypocrite like your master. Since that's the case, look at the trick!"

Jian Chen didn't expect that Po Jun would turn against him and he hurriedly drew out the heroic sword and wanted to resist.

However, the ranks of the two sides were a little far apart. He was restrained by Pojun in just a dozen moves and the heroic sword was also stolen.

"Trump! You deserve this sword too?"

Pojun snatched the hero's sword and then tied Jian Chen up with an iron chain that had been prepared long ago.

"What do you want to do?"

The hero's sword was taken and he was restrained again. Jian Chen's ominous premonition became more and more obvious.

"I don't want to do it, I want you to do it!"

Po Jun took out a small blue pill as he said that.

Jian Chen was shocked when he saw this. Although he didn't know what it was, the warrior's instinct told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

He closed his mouth tightly, but unfortunately Pojun was just a little bit around his waist, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Po Jun then forcibly stuffed the blue pill into Jian Chen's mouth.

Jian Chen: "You, you... cough cough... what did you feed me?"

"Don't worry, this is not a poison. I'm still useful to save your life!"

Pojun's voice was low and full of the pleasure of revenge. "I know that you are lustful but not brave. What I just fed you was the Seven Emotions and Six Desire Pills."

Jian Chen: "Seven Emotions and Six Desire Pills, what is that?"

"Hehe! When this little girl wakes up later, it's just the time for the medicine to attack. At that time, the impulse in her body will help you break free from the ropes, and you can enjoy it!

Now I know why I didn’t break your leg just now when I met?

It’s just to prevent it from being inconvenient when you do good things in a while! Hahahahaha!”

"Pooh!"

Jian Chen burst out angry and no longer cared about Xu and Wushou. He spat at Po Jun and said fiercely, "I, Jian Chen, are you a vulgar person?"

Po Jun was not angry either, and reached out to pat Jianchen on the cheek, "Is that right? You'll know after a while!"

At this time, Jian Chen also felt his body begin to heat up and immediately inspired him with words, "Master, why don't you kill me just? Why bother me to be injustice?"

"Don't you hate my master very much? If you kill me, he will definitely feel very heartbroken!"
To be continued...