Chapter 417 What if the elder brother's calculation is wrong?

It doesn't sound like the sound that an old man of this age can make.

Jiujiu and Dijiang immediately put their utmost attention into responding, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

These four monks are very unusual.

I’m afraid he is not an ordinary master.

I'm afraid my ability is better than theirs.

No, no one should be able to beat them.

You can feel it from the aura and terrifying pressure they exude.

"Since we can't draw the sword, why waste time?" asked one of the four monks.

Di Jiang sneered, "How do you know it won't work if you don't even try? It's too early for you to say that, senior."

At this moment, although Di Jiang politely addressed the four monks as seniors and showed them respect, in reality, his voice still had the superiority of an emperor, and there was also an invisible pressure that enveloped the four monks.

The four monks naturally saw the extraordinaryness of the visitor, but they were not afraid of power, and never took powerful people seriously.

They looked at each other for a few seconds and said, "Sir, even if you are a king, a general or a minister, you can't do anything to us."

"We are not dead."

"Guarding the sword for a hundred years, his martial arts are unrivaled."

“No one in the world can defeat us.”

"So, you'd better listen to us. If you can't draw your sword, just leave. Otherwise, we will not be polite."

"Immortal!" Di Jiang was shocked.

I didn't expect that the rumor was true.

The four monks who guard the Longyuan Sword are immortals. They have practiced martial arts for a hundred years and have become unrivaled in the world.

Their strength is the result of time-consuming accumulation, and no one can defeat them.

If Dijiang were given a few hundred years to practice, he would be able to reach their level, and might even be more powerful than them.

But Dijiang is not several hundred years old, he is only in his twenties.

The same is true for Jiujiu.

"Seniors, we have no intention of offending you. We just want to draw the sword. No matter what, let us try it first?" Dijiang also had a hunch that he and Jiujiu would be able to draw the sword in front of them.

Jiujiu also said: "Yes, why not give it a try? You won't lose anything by trying."

"Young man, don't you understand?"

"You can't pull it out."

There was certainty and a bit of impatience in their voices.

"Let's go!"

"It's time for us to practice. We don't have time to fool around with you guys."

After the four monks finished speaking, they waved their hands mercilessly, and Jiujiu and Dijiang were blown away.

They have proved through their actions that even if the king of heaven comes, they will not take him seriously at all.

They are only waiting for someone who can actually draw the sword.

"Big Brother, when do you think we can wait for someone who can truly pull out the Longyuan Sword?" a monk asked in a low voice.

Hundreds of years of waiting made the four of them feel like they were trapped in a cage, exhausted both physically and mentally.

They also hoped that the person who could draw the sword would come sooner so that they could be freed earlier and go out for a walk without having to guard the sword every day.

The man who was called the eldest brother shook his head helplessly and said, "I have already calculated that in this reincarnation, no one can pull out this sword."

"It will probably take another hundred years."

"Big Brother, since that man just now wanted to draw his sword, why didn't you let him try? Just in case, Junior Brother, I mean just in case, what if he can really draw it out?"

"What if the elder brother's calculations are wrong?"

After all, it was never allowed to happen once.

For example, the Mermaid Saint of that year.

The eldest brother did not expect such a powerful person to come into the world.

It can be seen that the birth of great figures is accompanied by fog and protected by destiny, making it difficult for ordinary people to glimpse the trajectory of their destiny.

"Junior brother, it's time for us to practice." The eldest brother closed his eyes, unwilling to answer the question directly, thinking it was meaningless. He also reminded: "Don't think about things that have nothing to do with practice."

"……All right!"

Although somewhat reluctant, the junior brother did not ask any more questions and began to practice with his fellow brothers.

As the sun sets, they sit on the lotus platform, close their eyes, circulate their inner strength, realize the truth, and practice.

The slightly dim golden light shone on their faces, and their wrinkles and sorrow were particularly obvious.

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After Jiujiu and Dijiang were blown out, they fell down the mountain, but fortunately they were hung on a tree and only had scratches on their bodies, without any vital injuries.

The two men managed to cut the clothes that were hanging on the tree trunk and fell to the ground.

Dijiang rushed to Jiujiu and asked, "Jiujiu, how are you? Are you okay?"

As Di Jiang spoke, he looked Jiujiu up and down. Just seeing the scratches on Jiujiu's face, his face wrinkled tightly with heartache.

"Jiujiu, tell me, besides your face, are there any other scratches on your body?"

"Tell me now."

"Where does it hurt? Don't bear it."

Jiujiu shook her head. "It's been getting colder lately, and I was wearing thick clothes. My clothes were only torn, and my face was a little scratched. The rest of my body is fine, and I'm not hurt anywhere."

"Brother Dijiang, what about you?" Jiujiu asked.

Dijiang shook his head, "Brother Dijiang is fine too."

"That's good."

"It's getting late now, and it's not practical to go up the mountain." Di Jiang said, "Let's go. Let's find a place at the foot of the mountain and stay for a while."

"Apply some medicine to the wound on your face. Once it's healed, we can continue to go up the mountain and draw the sword."

"Next time we'll find a suitable time to go up the mountain, and we'll definitely be able to pull it out."

"good."

"I'll carry you."

Dijiang carried Jiujiu on his back to the village at the foot of the mountain to find a temporary place to stay.

Not long after the two men left, a man in red suddenly rose into the air from the place where they landed, holding a sword that glowed red. Evil energy emanated from his body, and something dripped from the corner of his clothes, which looked like drops of water or blood.

The young man in red shouted to the sky.

"ah……"

The seemingly painful call is actually accompanied by a new life.

After the young man in red shouted loudly, he landed on the ground.

He looked at the sword in his hand that was glowing red, and said with emotion: "Although this sword is not as good as the Longyuan Sword, it is also very powerful."

“Holding it, I felt the surging power.”

"This sword should also be able to help me destroy Western Chu and the Southern Kingdom, and then unify the world and marry Feng Jiujiu, hahahaha."

"It's just that this sword feels... a little hungry... like it wants to eat something, or drink something."

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After wandering for a long time at the foot of the mountain, Jiujiu and Dijiang found a hunter's family. Although there was a village a few miles ahead, it was really late and it was not suitable to continue walking like this.

Jiujiu and Dijiang can only stay in the hunter's house temporarily.

The hunter's wife was very hospitable, but she was blind. She and her husband greeted the two men with a stick in her hand.

"My two guests, please feel free to stay in my house!"

"If you need anything, just tell us."

The woman was smiling.