The original owner's father, Luo Chonghui, was a cultivator in the late stage of the chain qi. He had white hair and was over eighty years old this year. His time was approaching and he had given up the idea of ​​building a foundation. The original owner's mother died a few years ago, and Tu Yufan had a son in his old age.

When he saw the disciples of Jianxu Sect coming on flying swords, he thought something big had happened and was almost ready to pack up and run away, but then he heard the senior say that his son had been tested to have a single spiritual root, and he joined the Jianxu Sect and was going to take all the clan members away.

Seeing Tu Yufan, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said hesitantly: "Yufan, are we really going to leave the Qu family?"

"Dad, don't worry. We just moved to a new place. Our Luo family should have left long ago."

"What about Changshan?"

"Luo Changshan has already joined the Wanfa Sect. From now on, he will be a member of the Qu family and will have nothing to do with the Luo family."

Luo Changshan's parents also died in the struggle of the Qu family. However, after weighing the pros and cons, Luo Changshan decided to join the Wanfa Sect and continue to be the lackey of the female supporting role.

Luo Chonghui's expression did not change. As long as his son was fine, he didn't care what other people chose.

Ming Chan arrived with a large group of people and placed the Luo family at the foot of Jianxu Sect's mountain. Monsters were rampant on the Tianling Continent, and many mortals came to the foot of Jianxu Sect to seek protection. Later, many independent cultivators made deals here, so Jianxu Sect sent people to manage this place, and it gradually developed into an immortal city called Hujian City. Jianxu Sect had some industries in Hujian City, and Ming Chan rented one of the houses to the Luo family until they found a suitable house.

Ming Chan brought the new disciples into the sect. Tu Yufan saw that the Jianxu Sect was located on the highest peak of this mountain range. There was a stone sword at the entrance. Although it was crudely made, it gave a feeling of a sharp sword force reaching the cloud peak. He looked at it for a long time, and several new disciples around him squatted down with their heads covered.

"Don't look around. This is not something you can comprehend at your level." Ming Chan said slowly, but it was too late. Those who were about to faint had almost fainted.

Tu Yufan felt that he did it on purpose.

A smile flashed across Mingchan's eyes, but he was still surprised when he saw Tu Yufan.

This junior brother seems to have extraordinary comprehension, but it still depends on how long he can hold out in the sword tomb.

The Sword Tomb is the burial place of the disciples of Jianxu Sect, of course not including those who died accidentally outside. On each tomb stands a sword, which is the life sword of the sword cultivator. Jianxu Sect was established thousands of years ago, and no one knows how many swords have been placed in the Sword Tomb.

"My fellow junior brothers, this is the outermost part of the sword tomb. You can't go deeper beyond that line. Otherwise, if you can't hold on any longer, just go out through that door. Then, my senior brothers will record the time." Ming Chan pointed to the entrance and said meaningfully, "If you can pull out the sword, you can take it away freely."

A few of them felt the goose bumps all over their bodies. There was a gust of cold wind in the sword tomb. Although the sun was shining brightly outside, it was dark inside, as if they were isolated by a barrier.

Tu Yufan quietly felt the various sword intentions in the space. The deeper he went, the stronger the sword force became. After an hour, more than half of the people inside had withdrawn.

Some people also tried to draw their swords, but just as they grasped the hilt, their hands were cut and blood gushed out. The sword seemed to have a tremendous force and could not be shaken at all. Others did not dare to act rashly.

Tu Yufan was bored, and the spiritual energy here was thin, so he didn't bother to repair the chain. He tried to draw out a sword, but felt that the sword was too thick and heavy, so he put it back in.

Someone stared at him with wide eyes, pointed at him with trembling hands, and asked, "Why did you...take it out and put it back in?"

The long swords here are at least of the level of mid-grade magical weapons. It was clearly stated that as long as they could be pulled out, they could be taken away. This person clearly pulled it out, but he still let it go. He is so heartless.

"I don't think it's suitable for me," Tu Yufan explained.

The man was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

Tu Yufan ignored him and continued to sit there and comprehend the sword intent. As time passed, he was the only one left in the entire sword tomb.