"Brother Siming!" Ma Hongjun finally couldn't suppress his emotions at this moment and hugged Jiang Siming.

"That's great, Brother Siming, you're okay!" Ma Hongjun said with a hint of crying.

In front of Wuhun Palace, Jiang Siming fought tooth and nail to create time for them to escape.

Although Flanders said that Jiang Siming was still alive, and Ma Hongjun firmly believed that Jiang Siming was still alive, when he saw his brother Siming again, he could not suppress the emotions hidden in his heart.

This is also the reason why Jiang Siming acted so impulsively when he saw Jiang Siming's Immortal Sword Seal falling into the hands of an outsider.

"Fat man." Jiang Siming patted Ma Hongjun's junior.

Ma Hongjun was reluctant to let go of Jiang Siming. Seeing that half of Jiang Siming's face was covered by a delicate mask, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Siming, your face!"

"It's okay." Jiang Siming said calmly.

Jiang Siming looked up at Flanders and others behind Ma Hongjun, and couldn't help but feel a touch of warmth in his life.

"Dean, teacher, mistress, and teacher Zhao!" After Jiang Siming finished speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he felt relieved.

"Just come back!" Flanders stepped forward and patted Jiang Siming on the shoulder, turning his head slightly, his eyes already filled with mist.

"Just come back." The master looked at Jiang Siming but did not come forward. He just kept muttering in his mouth.

Jiang Siming looked at this man who had turned gray at some point. He walked forward and said respectfully, "Teacher!"

"Just come back!" The master slowly stroked Jiang Siming's hair with his trembling hands, fearing that the scene in front of him was fake, and kept repeating one sentence in his mouth.

Jiang Siming once had a little regret about becoming a disciple of the master, because the master really didn't have much effect on Jiang Siming, but in this world, Jiang Siming, whose parents both died, felt the care from his elders in the master.

The master never considered whether Jiang Siming would alienate his relationship with him when he made a decision. When he felt that he could not teach Jiang Siming, he recommended Jiang Siming to Sword Douluo without hesitation.

"Teacher Zhao!" Jiang Siming looked at Zhao Wuji, who had his hands crossed on his chest, and his eyes were slightly red.

"After you left, no one bothered me in the morning. I'm really not used to it." Zhao Wuji looked at Jiang Siming happily, as if he didn't have too many emotional fluctuations, but blinked frequently, revealing his inner activities.

After a brief reminiscing about old times, everyone gathered their emotions.

At the VIP table, the group of people also slowly retreated. Although something unexpected happened today, what is gratifying is that the man is back.

...

Inside the Shrek Conference Hall.

Compared with the relatively small conference room in the past, the conference hall chosen now is not considered magnificent, but it can be said to be very exquisite and spacious.

"Si Ming, have you really decided?" the master said worriedly.

"Yeah!" Jiang Siming nodded. Although this trip to the Star Luo Empire might be a bait, Jiang Siming had to go.

"Okay! Shrek is a collective, and I won't let any of my students have another accident this time!" Flender immediately slapped the table and said.

"Dean! Let me complete this matter alone! With my current strength, even if I face a titled Douluo, I am fully capable of retreating unscathed." Jiang Siming shook his head and said, after all, a group of people

The goal is too big.

"But!" Flanders obviously did not agree with Jiang Siming's idea.

"Dean! Please believe me, I will definitely bring them back safely!" Jiang Siming said firmly.

Seeing Jiang Siming's decisive attitude, everyone said nothing more. Jiang Siming was always good at creating miracles, but their following might bring trouble to Jiang Siming.

...

The night is deep and the moon and stars are scarce.

Familiar room, familiar smell, but the pillow is empty.

The bright moonlight scattered in Jiang Siming's arms. Jiang Siming slowly raised his hands, as if he felt the familiar temperature again.

"Dong dong dong!"

A sudden knock on the door broke the silent atmosphere.

Jiang Siming stood up and opened the door. The person who came was none other than Sword Douluo.

"You bitch old man, you're recovering well!" Jiang Siming joked about Sword Douluo's shiny black hair, and even the wrinkles on his face were reduced a lot.

"You are really capable, kid. You can get such magical things. Guess what level I am now?" Sword Douluo first praised Jiang Siming, and then said with some show off.

"99?" Jiang Siming said with a playful look in his eyes.

"You brat! Do you think it's so easy to break through the third step to the sky? I am now at level 98, which can be considered as the second step." Sword Douluo said proudly.

"Awesome, awesome!" Jiang Siming praised in a polite manner.

Of course Sword Douluo noticed Jiang Siming's perfunctory attitude and rolled his eyes at Jiang Siming.

"Humph!" Sword Douluo hummed, his fingers coming together, and a wave of sword intent instantly filled the entire room.

"Boy! Do you feel any difference?" Sword Douluo said slowly.

Jiang Siming, who was originally a little confused, heard these words and carefully felt the sword intent released by Sword Douluo.

"How is that possible?" Jiang Siming said in surprise.

Seeing Jiang Siming's surprised expression, Sword Douluo grinned and withdrew his sword intent.

"I thought I had reached the end of the sword. Unexpectedly, the crystal you brought me gave me new inspiration, and I felt that the fourth realm of the sword really existed." Sword Douluo couldn't help but

He said with emotion, the swordsmanship is endless, but before he was a frog in the well.

"All things have spirits, and so do your and my swords." Sword Douluo said slowly.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but touch his chin. During the previous assessment of the Zhuxian Sword in the white space, the words he heard may not have been set by the system. Maybe they were the Zhuxian Sword's own voice.

After a long moment, Jiang Siming nodded.

"Okay, let's get down to business. You plan to go to the Star Luo Empire!" Sword Douluo said with a change of expression.

"I have to go!" Jiang Siming said firmly.

"I knew you would say that a long time ago. Even if you knew it was a trap, you would definitely go there." Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly. Jiang Siming has such a stubborn character, but Sword Douluo just took a fancy to it.

Jiang Siming knows this.

"Okay! I'll just take the trouble and walk with you again!" Sword Douluo said with a laugh.

Seeing Sword Douluo like this, Jiang Siming couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"You kid, don't think too much. I accepted a piece of good stuff from you kid, but why do you have to repay the favor? Secondly, it's also for the benefit of my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the Tiandou Empire. I can probably guess what the Xingluo Empire wants.

What? I sacrificed so much this time just to lure you out! What a courage!" Sword Douluo said and narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Siming nodded. This trip to the Star Luo Empire will definitely lead to a return trip on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

...

"Then what? I won't go back tonight! I'll go with you tomorrow. Move to a place quickly!"

Jiang Siming's face suddenly darkened, he was planning to cause trouble.

"By the way, why is half of your face covered? Is your appearance disfigured?"

"Go aside!"

"You don't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young. Do you believe that I will beat you up?"
Chapter completed!