"A gentleman loves his sword, and he must take it in a proper way."

"Oh...it turns out that we are from the same camp, so disrespectful and disrespectful..."

"Each other."

Lu Zhou shook his head, put his hands behind his hands and headed outside the Sword Ruins.

The coffin flew back to the corridor and disappeared.

Little Yuan'er followed her master and left the Sword Market.

The Jianxu Mausoleum has been restored to its original appearance.

The Seven Jue Formations on the ground reassemble their energy.

"Master...who is in the coffin?"

"Old friend."

"Master, do you still have friends?"

"To be precise, this is the enemy."

Lu Zhou solved his doubts as he walked.

"Does Master have any friends?" Xiao Yuan'er asked.

"I have many friends as a teacher..." Lu Zhou replied.

"oh……"

Arriving outside the Sword Ruins.

I saw the long-lost sky.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"White Pond."

Jiang Aijian and Qin Jun also ran out.

Lu Zhou was not in a hurry and jumped onto Bai Ze...

"Jiang Aijian."

"Old...senior, do you have something to give me?"

"Zhaoyue is still in the palace, take care of her," Lu Zhou said.

"No problem, but there is something I have to say hello to the senior." Jiang Aijian said.

"What's the matter?"

"Your seventh disciple, Si Wuya, has probably been traced to me. I am not as good as him in terms of intelligence. His people have honestly interfered with my eyes. I have lost no less than five people in the past few days.
Chapter completed!