C401 The foundation of the myriad sword sect

Boom!" As Ling Yun's attack landed on the ground, a figure flew out, passing through layers of dust, and appeared in front of Ling Yun. It was an old man in his seventies.

"Hehe, your distinguished self truly has good methods. You've already discovered them even like this." An old man in his seventies walked out, but he did not feel the least bit embarrassed. Instead, he laughed and said