Chapter 2150

Looking at the short sword in Shan Hu's hand, Hong Zun was ecstatic in his heart.

Snapping it is good, snapping it is good. Not bad, not bad, you kid really didn't let me down.

Before Hong Zun could speak, Lin Potian and the others had already arrived, roaring with extreme depression in their hearts.

"Old drunkard, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Hong Zun hurriedly pretended to have a face full of grief, took the short sword from Shan Hu's hand, and began to cry bitterly.

"Divine sword, my peerless divine sword. The treasure of my Divine Jianfeng."

Hmm???

Watching Hong Zun hugging a short sword and crying his heart out there, everyone sneered with extreme disdain.

This old thing, do you dare to act any more fake? Damn it, I can't watch this anymore.

Lin Potian and the others looked at the short sword in Hong Zun's arms. Is this a peerless divine sword? Is this the treasure of your Divine Jianfeng? Since when did your Divine Jianfeng become so low-class?

This sword doesn't even have a high grade, okay? With this kind of trash, you have the face to say this is the treasure of your Divine Jianfeng?

Lin Potian and the others curled their lips and said unhappily.

"Master, isn't this just an ordinary long sword? If you want one, I'll go back and give you a hundred or eighty of them as compensation for this kid Shan Hu."

Hmm???

Hearing this, Hong Zun glanced at Lin Potian and the others unhappily.

You want to hinder me from eating? Heh, do I want your compensation? Damn it, I want to eat.

With a turn of his heart, Hong Zun said with a face full of sadness.

"Junior Brother, you don't understand. Even if there are a million divine swords in the world, they can't compare to this one. Let alone you compensating me with a hundred or eighty, even if you compensated me with a million or ten million, it wouldn't soothe the trauma in my heart."

Hmm???

This old drunkard is telling lies with his eyes open? He can actually say such words?

Just this broken sword, and in your mouth, it really became a treasure?

Immediately after, they heard Hong Zun continue to say.

"It's this sword, it's this sword. It was left by my great-grandfather to my grandfather, my grandfather left it to my father, and my father carefully preserved it for a lifetime, handing it to me when I joined the Dao One Sect."

"To me, Hong, it's not a simple long sword, but a partner, a family member, a treasure that has accompanied my Hong family for several generations."

Hmm???

Listening to Hong Zun's narration, Lin Potian and the others were all stunned. How do you have the face to say such things?

Are these words you can say? And it was passed down for several generations?

Aren't you an orphan? Don't you even know who your parents are?

"Master, didn't you say before that you were an orphan? That Master brought you back to the sect to raise you? Now how..."

Lin Potian and the others didn't show any mercy and directly exposed Hong Zun's lie.

You're an orphan without parents, and you're talking about passing it down for several generations. Do you think we're all fools?

Being exposed by Lin Potian and the others, Hong Zun wasn't panicked at all, saying without blushing or skipping a beat.

"That's right, so in my eyes, this long sword is like a parent. It accompanied me through the most difficult times in my life."

"Wuwu... Daddy, Mommy, why did you break?"

Hmm???

Hearing this, everyone really couldn't hold it in anymore, looking at the crying Hong Zun.

Everyone only felt that this old guy's face was truly thick beyond measure.

You're ruthless; you can even say such things.

At this time, Zhao Zhengping also happened to arrive, and as soon as he came, he saw his Master hugging a short sword and crying his heart out there.

Looking closely, isn't this the standard long sword of Divine Jianfeng?

Every disciple who joins Divine Jianfeng can receive one for free. What's there to cry about?

Zhao Zhengping, who didn't understand, stepped forward and asked suspiciously.

"Master, why are you hugging a standard long sword and crying? If you want more, the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall has plenty."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Zun couldn't help but glare fiercely at Zhao Zhengping. Idiot, you have no insight at all.

I specifically took in such a stupid disciple.

Fortunately, Hong Zun reacted quickly and immediately said sadly.

"Disciple, come and pay respects to Master's parents. You must know that thanks to it, Master was able to overcome various dangers and live until now..."

Hmm???

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengping was stunned. Parents? What parents? Looking around, there were only Lin Potian and the other uncles and aunts present, as well as Shan Hu. He didn't see Master's parents.

Besides, doesn't Master not have parents?

"Master, I don't see..."

"Shut up, just kneel down."

This blockhead, he still hasn't reacted even now.

In the end, it was under Hong Zun's coercion that Zhao Zhengping knelt in front of this broken sword.

Looking at the standard long sword broken into two halves in front of him, listening to Hong Zun's sad crying on the side.

"You have been with me since I was at my lowest. In my heart, you are family, you are parents, you are my only reliance."

"For so many years, I have always carefully cherished you, placing you in the Ten Thousand Swords Pool, just hoping you could enjoy your old age in peace."

"It's my fault, it's my mistake. I didn't expect that you protected me, Hong, for a lifetime, yet I didn't protect you completely. I, Hong Zun, deserve to die..."

Watching Hong Zun's appearance of crying bitterly, Zhao Zhengping was dumbfounded.

His gaze stared blankly at the broken sword in front of him.

It really is just a standard long sword. Is it necessary to cry like this?

Divine Jianfeng has at least eight thousand standard long swords. Even if an ordinary disciple damages one while using it, they just go to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to get another one.

Why would Master cry like this?

Could it be that this short sword really has something different about it?

But Zhao Zhengping looked again and again, and he just couldn't see anything special. Isn't this just a normal standard long sword?

Is it necessary for Master to cry like this?

Zhao Zhengping, who was suspicious, foolishly said to Hong Zun.

"Master, if you are really feeling that uncomfortable, how about I bring you a few more? I can definitely take out over a hundred standard long swords from my place."

Hmm???

This blockhead, damn it, are you doing this on purpose? Hearing this, Hong Zun was so angry his teeth itched.

Why is this rebellious disciple just so damn dense?

Do I not know this is a standard long sword? Am I crying because of this? Damn it, I'm doing this to eat.

Rebellious disciple, you have bad intentions. You want to ruin my big plan, right?