Hawk Falcon has gone far, the old slightly excited voice is also slowly falling.

However, Jiang Huan looked at the three waters in a dazed way, and his heart was like turning over the river and falling into the sea, so he could not calm down.

Just then, the voice of the Falcon came from afar.

"The name of San Wang water is the name of the seal you saved."

"The gentleman looks at the water three times..."

....

Jiang Huan was shocked to see the endless river on the plain in the distance.

Tan Puze's strength and Du Qidao's strength are obviously much stronger than what he saw.

Although he won the first battle with his father here and saved the remaining water sect from being destroyed by 300000 Huben cavalry, for the little old man, he actually lost worse than Jiang Zhenfeng.

The belief of life, again and again broken, let that hunched old man, every step is like walking on thin ice!

Jiang Huan didn't pay attention to his father's failure.

As far as he knows, Jiang Zhenfeng has been practising martial arts since he was ten years old, and he has lost countless achievements in his life. Therefore, the failure of the first World War is nothing. A warrior's martial road can never grow up without failure.

Just after the battle with Tan Puze, Jiang Huan smiled and thought.

If I had really forced Tam Puze to use all his strength, what would have happened.

Looking at the flowing river on the plain, it radiates different waves in the moonlight.

Jiang Huan suddenly took a deep breath and said to himself.

"One day, I will see it."

The voice falls, Jiang Huan gathers his hands, turns around and chases the Falcon who has gone far away.

Next stop, Yunshishan.

....

In the silent night, there was a sharp cold wind.

But in the chilly wind, an old man with a bent back, leaning on a straight horizontal knife of only three feet, walked slowly on the path among the trees.

No one can see how happy the old man's smile is at this time.

Fifty years, for an ordinary person who does not practice martial arts, how precious these fifty years are.

In the eyes of martial artists, it's nothing more than a simple and irrelevant remark.

But for Tan Puze, in the past 50 years, he had to wait for endless torment, which tormented him for 50 years. He didn't make any progress until the last moment.

That kind of pain is unimaginable.

The source of all this was given to him under the magnificent background of Nanguan pass.

From time to time, several small animals in the woods on both sides leaped by with a rustle, which did not interrupt the old man's smile.

At this time, the sky suddenly came a way of amazing breaking wind.

Then two people suddenly appeared in front of the little old man and blocked his way.

Tan Heqing, the patriarch of yushuizong in a white robe, is extremely strong in front of others, even his own children. He never smiles. He is an outsider and despises the trend of worldly children.

However, in the face of Tan Puze, Tan Heqing, the patriarch of Yushui sect, who is nearly 60 years old, now seems to have changed his personality. He went to tan Puze in small steps.

A waist, Tan Heqing with the most respectful tone asked in a low voice.

"Father, is the boy named Jiang xuanming dead? Can we have the inheritance of Chu Lu