"Shen Zhenyi is here."
Inside the First Sword Tower, Shen Zhongshan also received the report.
"Oh?"
Shen Zhongshan's face tightened, and said angrily: "This brat finally knows to come and ask for punishment, humph! After all, our Twelve Sword Towers are his roots, now that the war is imminent, he is willing to come, it can be considered that he has a conscience. "
Seeing that it was wishful thinking on his part, the sword boy could only helplessly explain: "I heard that the Third Young Master Shen is not here to ask for punishment, but to take back the belongings that the Eldest Young Master left in the First Sword Tower?"
What?
Shen Zhongshan was so angry that his beard stood up.
He did not know that it was his wife and Shen Zhenyi who provoked him first, and only thought that Shen Zhenyi was trying to intimidate him.
"This brat is so despicable, get his belongings to scram!"
Originally, he wanted to meet this outstanding junior, but after hearing the purpose of his visit, Shen Zhongshan was like he had eaten a fly, and completely lost his mood.
After hearing Shen Zhongshan's reaction, the Old Madam sneered proudly, "I knew that this old man Shen Zhongshan loves his face, but as long as things do not go according to his plan, he will only become angry out of humiliation."
As long as Shen Zhongshan did not meet Shen Zhenyi, they were not afraid of being exposed. If Shen Zhenyi could defeat Shen Zhenyi fair and square, that would be the best. If not, they would use Yan Qian Sha to deal with Shen Zhenyi, and see if he would not die!
Since Shen Zhongshan did not care, then the external affairs would naturally be handed over to the Old Madam and Shen Yizhou.
The two of them ordered people to invite Shen Zhenyi in, and placed him in the center of the Twelve Sword Towers.
It was the first time that Princess Long came to such a large sect, and the scenery along the way, she could not help but click her tongue in wonder.
Cynanchum Chinense was like Granny Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden, and felt that everything was new and fresh.
"Master, is this some kind of defensive array?"
"This medicine field is so big!"
"There are actually thousands of disciples practicing here at the same time? How many people are there in the Twelve Sword Towers? "
The Twelve Sword Towers were the local tyrants, and had a long history, and their aura was astonishing.
Shen Zhenyi only glanced at it a few times and did not take it to heart.
He was too lazy to say more, so he only said to the deacon in charge of the reception, "We are not here as guests. If you have packed up the ancestor's things next year, we will take them and leave. There is no need to stay overnight."
The deacon had never seen anyone so rude to the twelve Sword Towers. The other party seemed to want to leave without even having a meal, so he could only agree and report back to the Old Madame.
"Is this person really so rude? He really is Shen Meng Tian's son! "
The Old Madam had never seen Shen Mengtian before, but she had a deep-rooted hatred for him. She sneered and said, "Since he doesn't know how to appreciate our kindness, we'll send him to hell as soon as possible. Zhou 'er, are you ready? "
Shen Yizhou stood beside her with a strange green aura on his face. He grinned sinisterly, "Mother, don't worry, I've mastered my sword skills, I'll definitely be able to kill this fiend and return peace to my Twelve Sword Towers!"
The Old Mistress saw his strange expression and was slightly worried. She asked, "Don't be so impatient. Practicing the sword is not something that can be done overnight. Even if you can't beat him directly, we still have other ways …"
"Who said I'm not his opponent?"
Shen Yizhou's face darkened. He turned around and left. The Old Madame knew his temper and had no choice but to let him go.
In the end, she still had confidence in her son.
Shen Yizhou ran to the door of Shen Zhenyi's abode and shouted, "The Third Prince, it's me. Do you dare to fight me today?"
His voice was mournful like a night owl. Cynanchum Chinense was alarmed and walked out impatiently. When she saw Shen Yizhou, she laughed and said, "Isn't this the young master who crawled away from our Abandoned Sword Villa? How do you have the guts to come see us today? "
Crawling away from the Abandoned Sword Villa was Shen Yizhou's life's disgrace and also a shadow of his life. He hid in the Twelve Sword Towers and didn't dare to go out because he was afraid to hear about it from other people.
Cynanchum Chinense bluntly exposed his scars. He was so angry that smoke came out of his seven orifices. He said shamefully and angrily, "At that time, I was willing to accept defeat, not because I was afraid of you. Since the Third Young Master Shen is here today, do you dare to bet with me again? "
This kid was not good at other things, but he did have some courage.
After making such a big fool of himself in the Abandoned Sword Villa, he still dared to come and challenge. What kind of backing did he have?
Shen Zhenyi faintly glanced at him and asked casually, "What else do you have to bet?"
Shen Yizhou was stunned.
He really didn't have anything to bet.
He was the young master of the Twelve Sword Towers, a young talent who was respected by people. How could he not even have the qualifications to fight in front of Shen Zhenyi?
This was impossible!
Shen Yizhou roared in his heart. He clenched his teeth and said resolutely, "I will use the inheritance rights of the twelve Sword Towers to bet with you. If I lose, the inheritors of the twelve Sword Towers will return to your Shen Mengtian bloodline!"
He had made up his mind.
The inheritance of the Twelve Sword Towers was the most important thing to Shen Yizhou. In his opinion, others would naturally not let it go. He had to fight with Shen Zhenyi today, so he blurted it out.
"The Twelve Sword Towers?"
Shen Zhenyi shook his head indifferently, "I'm not interested."
If others had this opportunity, they might be inexplicably excited. But to Shen Zhenyi, even if the Twelve Sword Towers had the true inheritance of sword techniques, it was just a reference for him. He did not have a strong desire for it.
Shen Yizhou was dumbfounded. He did not expect that there would be someone who did not put the Twelve Sword Towers in his eyes. He was afraid that Shen Zhenyi would not be willing to bet with him, so he said anxiously, "Even if you don't want the Twelve Sword Towers, don't you want to clear the name of your ancestor? Shen Mengtian was expelled from the Twelve Sword Towers. If you can help him regain his inheritance, then you can help him be ordinary. In the future, he can be worshipped by our sect and be worshipped as our ancestor! "
This did not sound very useful. A person's death was like a lamp being extinguished. What was the use of mourning after death?
Cynanchum Chinense was about to refute, but Shen Zhenyi thought for a moment and felt something in his heart. He nodded and said, "That's fine. Since we're here to retrieve our ancestor's inheritance, it's good to help him fulfill his last wish."
"I'll accept this bet."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly, indicating that he accepted Shen Yizhou's bet.
From the moment he arrived at the Abandoned Sword Villa, he had sensed the spirit of the founder of the Myriad Convergence Sword Manual. There must be treasures in the inheritance. If he could help him resolve his regrets, he might gain something.
Anyway, it was just a matter of convenience and did not take much effort.
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