Bei Long thought Lu Liangyu would firmly support him, and Tang Jin from Wandu Palace would be the second to support him in view of Tang Ying. Other Yunyin Sect, Shennong Sect, and Wudiliu might have to spend some time. Maybe these three sects hope that Jianxian Sect and Wandu Palace would leave, and they could be the king without tigers and monkeys in the mountains. However, what he unexpectedly was that Yunyin Sect, Shennong Sect and Wudiliu all hit it off and were willing to go to Wuxianxing. On the contrary, Lu Liangyu and Tang Jin decided to stay on Earth.

Lu Liangyu was unwilling to leave the Sword Immortal Sect, and Tang Jin also had something she wanted to protect for her whole life.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and they cannot be forced to do so.

But Lu Liangyu and Tang Jin did not go, and Bei Long was worried that Bai Jianfei would not be able to suppress Yunyin Sect, Wudi Liu and Shennong Sect.

So Beilong had to make a limit, and the number of people in the three major sects was limited to 200, and there could only be one martial master.

The Sword Immortal Sect has the final say, and the starship is in the hands of Bei Long, so the three major sects have recognized it.

The appointment was made to set off, the location, and the five major divine sects of Tianwai Tian were each preparing for their own preparations. The Sword Immortal Sect had the largest number of people, and they had to go to 1,000 people. Five hundred people were to go to the Ten Thousand Poison Palace, and Tang Jin sent two elders to lead the team. With the addition of 600 people from the three major sects, a total of 2,100 people formed the Tianwai Tian Alliance Expeditionary Force.

On the last day before departure, Lu Liangyu suddenly secretly summoned Bei Long to the Cangjian Palace.

"Senior Brother," Bei Long entered the Sword Palace and asked Lu Liangyu with a glimmer of hope: "Have you changed your mind?"

Lu Liangyu sat cross-legged on the soft couch without answering, but stretched out an old hand and made a move to Beilong:

"Come and sit."

Beilong didn't be polite to him, walked over and took off his shoes and went on the kang, crossed his legs, making his last effort:

"Senior brother, we are not going to abandon our ancestors' foundation. We go to Wuxianxing to carry forward the Sword Immortal Sect. The ancestor will not blame us! You also said that Fatty White is impetuous and useless. I am still a child, and my cultivation is shallow, and it is also useless. You must be in charge of the Sword Immortal Sect!"

"Junior brother, what you said makes sense. The fat white man is impetuous and useless. You are still a child and have shallow cultivation, so I have thought about it carefully..." Lu Liangyu said and grabbed Bei Long's hand.

Bei Long couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He thought Lu Liangyu had decided to go to Wuxianxing, but he didn't expect Lu Liangyu's Chaoyang Zhaoyuan to rush over from the Laogong acupoint in his palm. Before Bei Long could react, his Fire Dragon True Qi, Oh no, after Wuxianxing upgraded to Wu Emperor, it was already Fire Dragon Zhaoyuan. His Fire Dragon Zhaoyuan immediately swallowed Chaoyang Zhaoyuan who broke in like a hungry tiger. The next situation was not controlled by Bei Long. Lu Liangyu sent Chaoyang Zhaoyuan to him continuously and madly output.

Since Bei Long also practiced the "Sky Dust Sword Technique", the two Zhao Yuans are similar in origin and are both fire genus. Lu Liangyu also specially sent Zhao Yuan to him to swallow. The Fire Dragon Zhao Yuan was simply too exciting to swallow Chaoyang Zhao Yuan.

Fire Dragon Zhaoyuan is too domineering and aggressive. Even if Chaoyang Zhaoyuan is a giant to it, it is also swallowing like a "snake swallows an elephant" and even if the dantian is almost bursting, it will never refuse.

Senior brother, don’t... Beilong’s dantian was almost bursting. Fortunately, Lu Liangyu was still considerate. When he found that he was about to explode, he slowed down and let him adapt. When he got used to it, he accelerated.

After several times, Beilong was dizzy and confused. Fortunately, he instinctively regarded Lu Liangyu as someone he could trust, so he handed over his body to Lu Liangyu to take over. He did whatever he wanted. Anyway, I didn't count anyway. So Beilong fell asleep in a daze...

I felt so comfortable sleeping this time. When Beilong woke up, he forgot what he was here for.

It's a piece.

"Senior Brother, you..." Bei Long looked at Lu Liangyu sitting in front of him and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

I saw that Lu Liangyu's long hair was so white that it turned yellow, especially the few sparsely left on the top of her head, and her long long brows were all white. Her old eyes were as turbid as a pool of stagnant water, her face was covered with wrinkles and age spots, and her skin was loose and wrinkled. The handsome man in the past, who had a sword-brow starry eye, and the cold-faced handsome man in white clothes, had now become a burial old man buried in his neck...

"Junior brother," Lu Liangyu's voice was hoarse and lacked energy, but his face was filled with relief: "So I have thought about it carefully to help you improve your cultivation to the Martial Master. With your strength, even if you face the Martial Master, you still have the power to fight. I think it should be enough to stand alone..."

"Senior Brother!" Bei Long's eyes were wet, and he grabbed Lu Liangyu's hand tightly: "How can you sacrifice yourself..."

After waving his hand to interrupt Bei Long, Lu Liangyu said lightly: "It's not a sacrifice, I'm not dead yet. It's just that I have consumed more Zhao Yuan, and I will recover after practicing for a while.

"Besides, you are the future of the Sword Immortal Sect. I just did a little effort to the future of the Sword Immortal Sect."

Speaking of this, Lu Liangyu grabbed Bei Long's hand tightly and looked into his eyes deeply: "Senior brother is old."

"The future of the Sword Immortal Sect depends on you."

Beilong wanted to say something, but it seemed like it was blocked in his throat and could not say anything, only tears were circling in his eyes.

Although Lu Liangyu said that he would recover after practicing peacefully for a while, he believed that the facts were not as easy as Lu Liangyu said.

He has become the Martial Master, the Martial Master who can make a mountain, and the Martial Master he has always dreamed of, but Beilong's heart is as broken as a knife.

If possible, Beilong hopes that Lu Liangyu can go to the Martial Immortal Star, restore the Martial Saint realm, and even break through to the Holy King.

But he felt depressed from Lu Liangyu, as if an old man who was dissatisfied with the old man finally convinced him.

Lu Liangyu chose to give up and fulfill Beilong. He regarded Beilong as a continuation of his life and faith.

Bei Long finally didn't say it, so he could only bow to Lu Liangyu and worship three times.

He had almost never given a prayer to anyone in his life, but this time he knelt in front of Lu Liangyu, with his forehead against the soft couch, and tears had flowed back into a river. At that time, Lu Liangyu saved him from the hands of Ximen Wangyue, the master of the Valley of Wenqing Valley, and brought him back to the Sword Immortal Sect. He resisted the opposition and asked him to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and passed on his "Sky Dun Sword Technique"... Now he gave him all his body of Zhaoyuan. Without Lu Liangyu, there would be no he who is now.

But Beilong doesn’t know if he will see this senior brother who is dedicated to him next time he comes back...
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