My sign-in life in Douluo.

Chapter 130: The 4th Level of Sword Dao, Sword Has Spirit

Chapter 130: The Fourth Level of Sword Dao, Sword Has Spirit

"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 tearful voice.

In front of the Spirit Hall, Jiang Siming risked his life to create time for them to escape.

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

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

"Fatty." 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 an exquisite mask, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Siming, your face!"

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

Jiang Siming looked at Flanders and others behind Ma Hongjun, and a hint of warmth could not help but well up in his heart.

"Dean, teacher, mistress, and Teacher Zhao!" Jiang Siming said, and then he let out a long sigh, as if he was relieved.

"Glad that you're back!" Flanders walked up and patted Jiang Siming's shoulder. He turned his head slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"It's good that you're back." The master looked at Jiang Siming but did not step forward. He just kept muttering.

Jiang Siming looked at the man whose hair had turned white. He walked up to him and said respectfully, "Teacher!"

"It's good that you're back!" The master slowly stroked Jiang Siming's hair with trembling hands. He was afraid that the scene before him was fake, and he kept repeating the same sentence in his mouth.

Jiang Siming once felt a little regretful about becoming the master's apprentice, because the master really did not have much use for Jiang Siming. But in this world, Jiang Siming, whose parents had both passed away, felt the love from an elder in the master.

The master never considered whether the decision he made would alienate Jiang Siming from him. When he felt that he could not teach Jiang Siming, he recommended Jiang Siming to Jian Douluo without hesitation.

"Teacher Zhao!" Jiang Siming's eyes were slightly red as he looked at Zhao Wuji who was standing beside him with his hands crossed in front of his chest.

"After you left, no one bothered me in the morning. I was a little uncomfortable." Zhao Wuji looked at Jiang Siming with satisfaction, as if he didn't have too many emotional fluctuations, but his frequent blinking revealed his inner activities.

After a brief reunion, everyone sorted out their emotions.

In the VIP seats, a group of people slowly left. Although something unexpected happened today, it was worth being happy that the man was back.

Inside the Shrek conference hall.

Compared with the relatively small conference room in the past, the current conference hall can be said to be not only magnificent, but it can also be said to be very exquisite and spacious.

"Si Ming, have you really decided?" the master said with some concern.

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

"Okay! Shrek is a collective. I won't let any of my students have any accidents this time!" Flanders immediately slammed the table and said.

"Dean! Let me accomplish this task alone! With my current strength, I am fully capable of escaping unscathed even when facing a Titled Douluo." Jiang Siming shook his head and said, after all, the goal of a group of people is too big.

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

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

Seeing Jiang Siming's resolute attitude, everyone didn't say much. Jiang Siming was always good at creating miracles, and their following might bring trouble to Jiang Siming.

It is late at night and the moon is dim.

A familiar room, a familiar smell, but the pillow is empty.

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

"Boom boom boom!"

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.

Jiang Siming stood up and opened the door, and the person who came was Jian Douluo.

"You old fool, you've recovered pretty well!" Jiang Siming teased Jian Douluo's shiny black hair, and even the wrinkles on his face had decreased a lot.

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

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

"Brat! Do you think it's so easy to break through the three steps of ascension to heaven? I'm now at level 98, which means I've reached the second step." Jian Douluo said proudly.

"Awesome, awesome!" Jiang Siming just responded with a compliment.

Of course Jian Douluo could tell that Jiang Siming was being perfunctory and gave Jiang Siming a cold look.

"Hmph!" Jian Douluo snorted, put his fingers together, and a sword intent instantly filled the entire room.

"Boy! Do you feel anything different?" Jian Douluo said slowly.

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

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

Seeing Jiang Siming's surprised expression, Jian Douluo grinned and retracted his sword intent.

"I thought I had reached the end of the sword path, but I didn't expect that the crystal you brought me would give me new inspiration and make me feel that the fourth realm of the sword path really exists." Jian Douluo said with emotion. The sword path is endless, and he was just a frog in the well before.

"All things have spirits, and so do your swords and mine." Jian Douluo said slowly.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but touch his chin. The words he heard during the Zhu Xian Sword assessment in the white space might not be set by the system, but perhaps it was the voice of the Zhu Xian Sword itself.

After a long time, Jiang Siming nodded.

"Okay, let's talk about business. You plan to go to the Star Luo Empire!" Jian Douluo said with a changed expression.

"I must go!" Jiang Siming said firmly.

"I knew you would say that. Even if you know it's a trap, you will definitely go there." Jian Douluo shook his head helplessly. Jiang Siming has such a stubborn personality, but Jian Douluo just liked this point about Jiang Siming.

"Okay! I'll take the trouble to accompany you again!" Jian Douluo said with a big laugh.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but feel moved when he saw Jian Douluo like this.

"Don't think too much, kid. I accepted a good thing from you, so I have to repay the favor. Secondly, it is also for the interests of my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the Tiandou Empire. I can probably guess what the Xingluo Empire is doing. Such a great sacrifice this time is just to lure you out! What a courage!" Jian Douluo said with narrowed eyes.

Jiang Siming nodded. This trip to the Xingluo Empire would definitely end in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

"Well, I won't go back tonight! I'll go with you tomorrow, so find me a place!"

Jiang Siming's face suddenly turned dark. This was going to cause trouble.

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

"Go aside!"

“一点尊老爱幼都不懂，信不信老夫揍你一顿？”

(End of this chapter)