Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 88

[Chapter 88: The Young Master of the Twelve Sword Towers]

Although the two disciples were arrogant, but this person was recognizable, they hurriedly squatted on the ground and saluted, “See Young Master Shen, Young Master Shen forgive me!”

They murmured in their hearts, Feilanzhou is so remote, could it be that this third son of Shen has something to do with this one? Is it worth him to come forward?

At this time, the deacon at the gate of the mountain also came in a hurry. Seeing the young man, he hurriedly smiled and said, “Young Master Shen, you came early this year. Why, did these two idiots disrespect you just now?”

The young man snorted coldly and said proudly, “They don’t dare to be disrespectful to me, but they offended Third Young Master Shen, Deacon Gou, do you want to teach them a lesson?”

Deacon Gou looked confused, not knowing who Third Young Master Shen was. When I turned around and asked, I realized that it was Shen Zhenyi from Abandoned Sword Villa in Feilan Province, and my heart froze.

Shen Zhenyi’s deeds have also spread to Zhengzhou recently, and many disciples in Jiuzhongxiao also envy him for his ability to decide life and death in one word.

Of course, first of all, his most important identity is the fifth-level master of the real world, which is really not something that two gatekeepers can offend.

And… he is still on good terms with this young master, God knows what their relationship is?

Deacon Gou rolled his eyes, made up his mind, and shouted: “Come on, drag these two idiots with no eyeballs out and beat fifty big boards, so that the third son of Shen is satisfied, you can stop!”

The two disciples who were so arrogant just now were beaten to the ground after their trousers were stripped off. They don’t know what happened yet, so they can only beg for mercy and exchange tears.

The young man in Chinese clothing turned to An Defu, changed a smiling face, and said politely, “This friend, I don’t know where the third son of Shen is. How about I visit him and then go to Jiuzhongxiao?”

Knowing that this person was either rich or expensive, An Defu was flattered, and quickly responded, “Please come with me, Young Master.”

He took the young man to the ground dragon car and explained the situation to Shen Zhenyi. Shen Zhenyi heard that a young son was helping him, frowned slightly, but did not speak.

The young man took the initiative to come over, cupped his hands and said, “Although I am in the north, I have heard the name of the third son of Shen. The next one is Shen Yizhou of the Twelve Swords Tower, and I have seen the son.”

Twelve Swords Tower!

Shen Yizhou!

If Shen Shou was here, he would be shocked. Even Shen Zhenyi couldn’t help but be slightly moved.

Twelve Swords Tower is the birthplace of Shen Mengtian, the ancestor of Abandoned Sword Villa. Considering the difference in lifespan between the Eighth Cultivation World and the Land of Nine Serenities, perhaps Shen Mengtian’s father and brothers are still there, and this Shen Yizhou may be theirs. elder.

Of course, after falling into the eye of the storm in Zhuan Lun Mountain, it is equivalent to reincarnation. Shen Mengtian no longer admits that he has any blood relationship with the Twelve Swords Tower, so he founded Abandoned Sword Villa.

Now, Shen Zhenyi doesn’t have to be close to them, just an ordinary distant sect.

“It turned out to be Young Master Shen.”

The Lord of Dragon County has heard a little bit that the Twelve Swords Tower is one of the major sects after all, and has a pivotal position in the world of eight repairs. The dragons are well-informed, and the Dragon Princess knows their important people.

Shen Yizhou is the youngest son of Shen Zhongshan, the current master of the Twelve Sword Towers. After Shen Mengtian, the eldest son of Shen Zhongshan, fell into reincarnation, he was the only heir.

Shen Zhenyi was stunned, only to realize that this young man who seemed to be about the same age as him was actually the younger brother of his ancestor three hundred years ago.

“My father is heavy on the mountain.” Shen Yizhou admitted with a smile, arrogant, obviously proud of his father.

Shen Zhongshan is now nearly 400 years old, which is a very old age even for the martial arts masters in the eighth world.

He lost his beloved son Shen Mengtian 300 years ago, and he was unhappy for many years. It was not until he fought against Fengleicheng a hundred years ago that he felt that he too had to leave an heir.

So he used the method of strengthening the essence and raising the fetus, and gave birth to another son, the current master of the Twelve Swords Tower, Shen Yizhou.

Inheriting the talent of the Shen family, although Shen Yizhou was not as talented as Shen Mengtian, he did not let him down. Now he is a master at the fifth level of the real world, with true qi comprehending the changes of “fog” and attacking the ever-changing and illusory. Unpredictable.

Today, the important affairs of the Twelve Swords Tower are often handled by Shen Yizhou, and Chongshan is always in retreat at home, and gradually he doesn’t show up much.

Shen Zhenyi figured out this relationship, and thought about whether to not explore the issue of seniority.

In this world where warriors live very long, seniority doesn’t mean much.

He just asked indifferently: “Is Young Master Shen also going to Jiuzhongxiao to participate in the rally?”

Shen Yizhou nodded, “Exactly, this kind of thing should have come to my father, but now that my father is old, he likes cleanliness and doesn’t like to go out, so I will represent him.”

This status is extremely noble, and it is no wonder that the deacon of Jiu Zhongxiao saw his face and beat the two disciples to death.

Shen Yizhou invited again: “I have heard the name of the third son of Shen for a long time, and I happened to meet today, why not go to Jiuzhong Xiao together?”

Shen Zhenyi thought for a while, then nodded and said, “Since Young Master Shen is so polite, we are also disrespectful, so we will walk with Young Master.”

They got off the ground dragon cart, and their own people from Jiuzhongxiao handled the goods. A few of them went back to the mountain gate with Shen Yizhou. Deacon Gou saluted diligently, led them to the best iron wall car, and sent a few people to the top of the cliff as soon as the signal was released.

The iron wall car runs up and down against the cliff. It is purely manpower. The Jiuzhongxiao disciple’s arms are powerful. With a pull, the iron wall car can also rise rapidly. This thousand-ren cliff is only half a cup of tea.

Shen Yizhou was polite and insisted that Shen Zhenyi go first. He hid behind him, just stretched out his hand and smiled, showing humility and politeness.

Shen Zhenyi didn’t care, seeing the iron door open, Shi Shiran walked out. Right across the face, I saw a white-bearded elder eagerly approaching him, “Young Master Shen, you are here, it’s really full of brilliance…”

Halfway through his words, when he saw Shen Zhenyi’s face, his expression immediately collapsed, and he pointed and shouted, “You are not Young Master Shen, who are you? How dare you ride this iron-walled car?”