"Disciple, come back!"

The divine sense transmits the voice of the old man, as if the old woman said, but Mei Huo was stunned when he heard this. He hurriedly leaned down and hid behind the bluestone. Then he picked up his waist card. The divine sense transmits the voice of the divine sense and said in confusion: "Master, what's wrong?"

"The traces of the person you are looking for suddenly disappeared, and my secret method of burning blood and seeking souls was suddenly interrupted. I think that the boy was either killed or a strong man took action to cut off a response of the breath and traces for him. Perhaps the sword demon god took the initiative, so he tied him up with his essence and blood, trying to protect this boy. Only when this old immortal takes action, the cultivation level of the pure blood divine realm can suppress me and make my secret method of burning blood and seeking souls invalid."

"Huh?" Mei Huo was shocked and suspicious, and his divine sense murmured: "Is this kid selling the news of the treasure house of the Chivalrous Sect to the Lord of the Sword Demon? Otherwise, with the old trick of the Lord of the Sword Demon, how could he know that the person who loves demons and wants to kill him, he would still stand up to protect him?"

The waist card was slightly brighter, and the old woman's spiritual sense was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. "No matter what, you can retreat for the time being and make a decision at this time. As long as this kid is still alive, the matter of the Chivalrous Sect Treasure House will be long, so there is no need to be in a hurry."

Mei Huo smiled bitterly and sighed: "Master, you don't know that my little sister Mei Li was fighting with Yan Xing hotly. Seeing that Yan Xing was about to fall into a trap, and Mei Li was talking to her. How could I not be anxious?"

"It's useless to be anxious. You can keep an eye on this kid who has made a strange thing in the sword demon sect. Even if I take action personally, it's useless. What kind of recipe do you have?"

After slept for eighteen years, she asked her to let go for the time being. How could she be willing to bite her rosy lower lip and asked again, "Master, if it is only three or five days apart, the sword demon god will never be able to protect this kid in such a long time. Then I will ask you to take action and use your secret method of burning blood and finding the soul to find the kid again? If so, just three or five days a disciple will wait here, and these time will be abandoned..."

The waist sign was slightly bright, and the old woman's sneer came, and her tone became cold and cold, "I forgot to tell you a bad news. The cut-off arm of the eye consciousness realm is only the flesh and blood of the eye consciousness realm. How can you withstand the consumption of the secret method of the divine realm such as igniting blood and seeking souls? It has just been burned into ashes and has not been left at all. In this way, if that kid hides in the Sword Demon Sect for hundreds of years, would you have been foolishly guarding under the Sword Demon Sect for hundreds of years?"

"What's the use of you being unwilling to do it? Come back! After you and my master and apprentice discuss it carefully, then do other methods!"

Hearing this, I felt like a basin of cold water was poured down, and my heart was filled with coldness. I sighed quietly like a complaint and replied sadly: "Yes! I obey my order!"

The waist card was dim and there was no light anymore. Mei Huo silently hung the waist card back to his waist, stood up and glanced at the sword demon mountain that had recovered from peace in the distance, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet silently, and quietly left like a ghost.

"Disciple, come out!"

At this time, a long laugh sounded in the hall where the sword demon god was located on the top of the sword demon mountain, and saw the sword demon god dancing lightly with long sleeves. While waving, Huyan, who was tightly wrapped in blood membranes, flew up from the backyard of the hall and landed gently at the feet of the sword demon god.

"A good disciple, to ensure that you are foolproof, you will stay in my essence and blood membrane for two more days! I will take back another layer of essence and blood so that you can barely release your spiritual consciousness. You can use your spiritual consciousness to transmit your voice to talk to me!"

The Lord of the Demon Sword smiled and was full of tenderness. A thin layer of blood film faded from it, and it returned to the shape of a small blood snake in the air. It suddenly winded into his hands and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

But Hu Yan was still stuffy and was so wrapped that he could not move, but his spiritual sense was barely revealed, so he felt relaxed a little, and looked angry, grinning at the Lord of the Demon Sword and said, "Thank you for your life-saving kindness, I am so grateful to you!"

"Hey! What are you saying?" The Lord of the Sword Demon seemed to be pretending to be angry, and turned to smile softly, "Since he has become a disciple of a master, it is said that a master and disciple are like fathers and sons. It is natural to be a master and a father for one day. Protecting his own disciples is not a thank you or not. In the future, there is no need to be too polite in front of a master, it is naturally the best! It is naturally the best!"

Hu Yan grinned and smiled happily, "Yes, Master!"

"Well, that's right!" The Lord of the Sword Demon smiled and felt very satisfied with Hu Yan's obedience. He smiled and said with a smile: "After today, I will take back this layer of essence and blood membranes. You can rest in the back mountain and practice and strip away the bloodlines. After a year and a half, I will avoid the limelight for now. I will openly accept you as my closed disciple. But your name of Hu Yan cannot be easily used... In this way, you have twelve senior brothers before, and you will be the thirteen disciples of the master in the future. For a group of disciples, you will only call you the thirteen senior brothers. The name you used to be, so you will never mention, let it go!"

"Yes, Master!" Hu Yan agreed respectfully, and hesitated for a moment: "It's just... before the disciple went up the mountain, he mentioned my name to the two senior brothers who were guarding guests..."

The Lord of the Sword Demon God disregarded and said, "What are the things that are the only two inner disciples? I will not have to worry about them talking too much anymore! I suddenly missed two inner disciples under the Sword Demon Sect, so I immediately added two. I think no one will pay attention to such a small matter."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Yeah, you..."

After half a day, when the sound of the sound was late at night, the master and the disciple had a great time in the hall, asking about the past and gaining understanding, and teaching some sporadic sword skills was the intention of teaching the disciple, or asking about the well-being of the miserable disciple, he looked like a kind teacher and filial disciple.

When the night was late, the Lord of the Demon Sword took back the blood membrane, let Hu Yan move his hands and feet, and then checked himself after venting the qi and blood. Seeing that there was no trace anymore, the two of them finally felt relieved and looked at each other and smiled.

"Give it your master a gift to you this waist card."

The Lord of the Demon Sword waved his hand and threw out an object the size of a palm. Huyan hurriedly caught it. He looked down and saw that it looked like a waist card with a knife coin. The magnificent scenery of the mountains and rivers behind it. The huge "Thirteen" in front of it was the door-middle card he Huyan would use in the future.

"Go out first. You are busy and busy for a long time. You will have a good rest tonight! When you are at home, you will take out your waist card and take a look at it. He will take you to the place where you rest and settle down. In the future, it will be your residence for a long time. You still need to remember the way you go!"

"Yes! My disciple is obeying the order of the master!" Hu Yan held his fists and agreed respectfully. When he turned around and was about to go out, he wandered for a moment, and wanted to speak but stopped. He finally gritted his teeth and said, "Report to Master, my Hu family is the bloodline of the Knife Saint. It has been a secret of the ancestor, which is the treasure trove left by the Knife Saint. If the so-called crime of possessing a treasure is always under the heart of the disciple, it would be a pity that Xiaoxiao would be missed. It would be better to tell the master and let the master go..."

"Disciple, what are you saying?"

When the Lord of the Sword Demon was really angry when he heard this, he suddenly waved his arm to interrupt, and shouted angrily: "Isn't it because of your master who is taking you into the school, but because of the secret of your family, the Saber Saint Relics? What a despicable person do you think of your master?"

How keen Huyan is, how could he ignore the sudden trembling ears of the Lord of the Demon of the Sword when he heard the "secret of family history" and the light flashing through the old eyes of the Lord of the Demon of the Sword when he heard the "Treasure Remaining of the Sword Saint Ancestor", the light flashed through the look of old greed and surprise, which flashed away, and then the look of anger that was pretending to be.

Hu Yan, who knew it, sneered secretly, but was shocked and hurriedly knelt on one knee in guilt, and said anxiously: "I know my mistake, please calm my anger! Please calm my anger!"

"Hmph!" The Lord of the Sword Demon snorted coldly, his expression was gloomy and uncertain. He finally sighed: "Disciple, you must remember that you are determined to be a teacher and do not harm you, nor do you have the intention to peek at your inheritance library! I saw that you had practiced Taoism for less than two thousand years and could sharpen your sword skills to such a state. I also heard about your miserable experience, so I felt pity and love for talents, and I wanted to save your life. I really wanted to accept you as my disciple. If you are so suspicious of being a teacher, I would be so cold-hearted!"

When Hu Yan heard this, his guilt became stronger and stronger. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Master, my disciple is very wrong. He accused his master of kindness and virtue, and judged a gentleman's abdomen by his villain's heart! Please punish him!"

"You should be punished very well! Let you gain a memory!"

The Lord of the Sword Demon shouted suddenly and laughed kindly again in a flash, "You will punish you for not mentioning the matter of this sword saint relic! Just wait until you practice hard and become a divine realm, and then plan to pass on the inheritance of the family. At that time, your cultivation is not bad. If you realize that your strength is enough, you can open the relic. If you seek the master at that time, you will have another help to you, and make sure that all the treasures of the sword saint relic will fall on you, so that you can revitalize the power of the sword saint and shine on your lintel!"

"Good guy!" Hu Yan was amazed when he heard this and exclaimed in secret: "This old guy is very ambitious. Not only does he want to get the 'Sword Saint Relic Library', but he also wants to deceive a good disciple to boost his power. He is actually both fish and bear's paws and is insatiable!"

When I met such a "merciful teacher", Hu Yan almost burst into tears again, and fell down tremblingly, as if I was crying, "What kind of virtue is Hu Yan? I have been sad and desolate for a lifetime, but now I can meet my mentor. This is the blessing that my disciple has cultivated in eight lifetimes! Disciple..."

"Okay!" The Lord of the Sword Demon saw his appearance and laughed and cursed: "Don't be slandering in front of the master, go out and settle down quickly! If you don't go out again, your servant will smash the heroic palaces! If she really hit me, the heroic palaces, I can only blow my beard and stare, but I can't bear to punish you! I have already ordered you to call your pretty little servant downstairs to clean up first, and you can go and comfort me! Go quickly! If you can't see you again, this little girl will probably demolish the house again! If you have nowhere to settle down, don't think that your master will help you find a new residence!"

"Yes! Yes! Master has rested earlier, and the disciple will leave!"

Hu Yan wiped his face randomly, and when he got up, he was already grinning. He left the hall without forgetting to tighten the door. He then took out his waist sign to look at the guard outside the door. The guard was respectful and envious and changed his voice to "Thirteenth Senior Brother" and he took him away with a proud and arrogant look.

"The Knife Saint Relics, this is a big business..."

After Hu Yan left, the deep murmur of the Lord of the Sword Demon God suddenly sounded in the hall. At this time, the smile on the face of the Lord of the Sword Demon God Ku Lao was not able to see Hu Yan.

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Chapter completed!