Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

"Host……"

The system always felt that there was something wrong with Ye Feizhe's operation, and persuaded him tactfully: "Although it is understandable that the host was taken out by the head of the Sifang Sect, in the eyes of the male protagonist, would it be considered that the host abandoned him?"

For Chu You, the system dare not take it lightly.

Chu You was very difficult to deal with in the original book, and he was very cold. There were never many people who wanted to plot against Chu You, but in the end, it was not a group of people who died one after another.

Ye Feizhe said that he met Chu You when he was the most down-and-out young man who had not yet cultivated a heart of stone——

However, the system always felt that since the awakening of Chu You's bloodline, his happiness and anger had been hidden in a deeper place, which was more difficult to pry.

The calmness on the surface is not enough to make people feel at ease, because no one can tell whether it is a human-eating vortex hidden under it.

Gradually, it overlaps with the ruthless and decisive male protagonist in the original book.

"Yes."

Ye Feizhe was born with a flamboyant look, showing a domineering attitude.

But when he speaks everyday, whether it is chatting or provocative, his demeanor and tone are very friendly.

The eyebrows are curved, and the eyes are smiling, just like the willows and peach blossoms in the spring rain in March. When you look at it, you will even have an illusion of warmth and tenderness.

The more contradictory, the more thrilling.

He flicked his fingertips lightly, casually, as if to brush off a dust that had to be brushed off: "But isn't our mission from the beginning, to push the male lead to become black?"

"His mood is generally stable now, and my behavior is not too extreme. It should be able to just push him to blacken, but not let him go crazy and have his life in danger."

The system really forgot about it.

It was reminded by Ye Feizhe, and it was startled: "You have expected the host?"

Ye Feizhe admitted: "Except for the fact that the head of the Sifang Sect unexpectedly recruited disciples for no reason, the other major differences are not bad."

He pressed the injustice with his right hand without a trace, and said meaningfully: "I calculated and thought, but it's more than that."

After all, the system is useless, besides lying down and shouting that the host is awesome, it is worrying so much that it yells.

As the host, he had to bear more.

System: "...What if the male lead remains indifferent?"

"Then try other things. If the others don't work, he really doesn't want to be blackened. You can't put a knife on his neck to force him to be blackened."

Ye Fei folded his hands, neither eager for success, nor depressed: "Just practice with peace of mind for hundreds of years and rely on yourself to ascend and break through the world."

There was one sentence that Ye Feizhe didn't say.

If he was really indifferent, then Chu You shouldn't be Chu You anymore.

No matter how earth-shaking a person's life becomes, there are always some unchanging characteristics in his bones.

It turned out that there were two of them.Ye Feizhe is the one who is really moody, the system thought.

How much truth does he have and how much falsehood does he have?

How can you push people to hell while being tender and affectionate?

During the time when the system was thinking wildly, the head of the Sifang sect caught up with Jinfu Cangzhu.

He didn't need to draw the sword deliberately, he only needed to sweep his eyes, and the sword energy was like rain, densely formed into a net, and the strands were extremely sharp, rushing towards the sky in the wind, as if to cut the sky into a net.

The head of the Sifang sect can be the head of the immortal, and his cultivation is naturally the best in the immortal way, it's not just a waste of fame.

Although Jin, Fu and Cangshu are Mahayanas, there are at least two people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with them in the magic way, and they are distracted, so you can tell who is superior and who is inferior at first sight.

Blocked by the sword energy of the Sifang sect's head, Jin Fu Cang Zhu had nowhere to escape, so he had no choice but to turn around and meet him head-on.

Thousands of tens of thousands of sword qi are like rain like nets, Jinfu Cangzhu can't help avoiding it, his face is pale, his hair is messy, and it is far different from the aloof and strict appearance when he first appeared?

The head of the Sifang sect stood with his robes in the wind, holding a sword: "You hurt my disciple."

What he asked was Jin Fu.

The injuries on Ye Feizhe's body were not healed yet, and they were not concealed. Combined with Jin Fu's magic breath, he could tell who was injured at a glance.

The head of Sifang Sect's murderous intent was even more intense: "Why are you following my disciple?"

He obviously didn't intend to ask an answer, and he didn't give the two of them a chance to answer at all.

The next moment, the figure of the head of the Sifang Sect moved, and the sword light was like a dragon coming out of the abyss, and the thunder suddenly struck, causing a world-shattering shock!

"enough!"

Jin Fu tried his best to dodge the sword light, and roared unbearably.

He couldn't take it anymore, and broke the jar: "Why do we want to follow your apprentice? You can see for yourself what he has done wrong. Don't you have any idea? If we don't follow the future Supreme Demon Dao, do we want to follow you?"

As long as it's enough to be desperate, it's still very cool to be a fairy head.

It can be regarded as cleansing out the depression in the chest.

Jin Fu raised his eyebrows, and continued his efforts: "You asked why we followed your disciples. I also want to ask you why you accepted us as disciples from Lai Ri Mozun. Do you look down on our Mo Dao?"

"..."

As a qualified little white flower, Ye Feizhe froze on the spot when she heard the words Mo Dao Supreme, her hands and feet were stiff and she was at a loss.

His bewildered demeanor undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for the head of the Sifang Sect, making the head even more angry, and even rarely cursed:

"You shitty demonic supreme, whoever you like will be the one, don't involve my apprentice."

Jin Fu readily agreed: "This is easy to discuss, but can you ask your apprentice to return the knife to us first?"

What matters is your apprentice? ? ?

It's the knife on him!

It made the two Mahayanas seem to be obsessed with chasing and killing Ye Feizhe, as if they would not lose face by bullying a junior.

The head of the Sifang Sect seemed to have never heard of it, and could not hear the sarcasm in his words: "My disciple is pure and kind——"

Jin Fu was expressionless.

It's kind, he thought.

After all, these days, there are not many young people who can take advantage of the injustice, and after taking the face of a mahayana of the devil, and then calmly watch the misfortune swallow up their distraction.

If he hadn't repeatedly checked that Ye Feizhe was indeed a fledgling young man, Jin Fu would have thought it was an old monster who had been famous in the devil way for many years, and he could be so cruel.

The head of the Sifang Sect went on: "Still dedicated to the Tao—"

Is very dedicated.

Jin Fu thought to himself.

After all, what he wears on his waist is the holy sword of the devil. Injustice, the people who hang around are either Su Buping or disaster.Not to mention the young people nowadays, even they are a group of Mahayana powerful people, and it is rare for them to come into contact with such two bloody figures in one go.

If everyone was devoted to the Tao like Ye Feizhe, the world would have been clean long ago.

Because people all died in the turmoil and bloody storm, it is of course clean when no one dies.

The head of the Sifang Sect boasted a lot, and finally concluded as a matter of course: "So he will not have anything to do with your Demon Lord, he is my closed disciple."

The head of the Sifang sect became angry when he thought of this.

What a good young man, what a sincere heart, and what a hot blood.

In the end, he would be chased and killed by a group of demons with ulterior motives, and they sinisterly labeled him as the future demon, for fear that his reputation would not be tarnished.

The way of magic is deceiving people too much!

Fortunately, he met Ye Feizhe.

Since he has a predestined relationship with Ye Feizhe, he will never let Ye Feizhe suffer this anger again!

Jin Fu's eyes gradually straightened when he heard this, and his eyes gradually became lax.

He endured and endured, but he still couldn't help asking the head of the Sifang Sect: "That... head, is there anything wrong with your eyes?"

Jin Fu can swear that although he wants to scold the head of the Sifang Sect with a hundred or a thousand swear words, the above sentence is definitely a sincere question from his heart.

In the end, the head of the Sifang Sect gave him a cold look: "You are the one who is sick!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the sword light was shining like an angry wave, engulfing the two of Jin and Fu without any resistance, completely strangling their distraction.

"Senior... no, master."

Ye Feizhe felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he still had two points of disbelief: "They said that I am the future Supreme Demon Dao?"

He looked at his hand, and said in a daze, "There must be something wrong, how could I be the future supreme demon?"

The expression on his face was tense to the extreme, like the most beautiful blooming flowers on the branches, and also like the most beautiful clouds spreading on the horizon.

Seeing that the head of the Sifang Sect sighed in his heart, he said: "There is no need to listen to their nonsense."

He said that he didn't say anything, but in fact, the head of the Sifang Sect knew in his heart that he could wake up the injustice that hadn't been born for hundreds of years and choose the master, even though Ye Feizhe is now weak——

Mostly a certainty.

But what kind of person is the head of the Sifang sect?

Back then when the Demon Lord was still around, he was able to welcome the two turmoil and the evil spirits raging wildly.Now that the world is peaceful, how could he be afraid of the mere knife left by the demon king?

From the moment he decided to accept Ye Feizhe, he had already taken care of Ye Feizhe's safety.

The head of the Sifang Sect didn't say much, he just said: "If you are worried, you can give me the knife."

Ye Feizhe: "..."

He will never have any expectations of Jianxiu's EQ in his whole life.

Those who knew knew that the head of the Sifang Sect wanted to deal with all the troubles caused by the injustice for him, but those who didn't know thought that the head of the Sifang Sect wanted to rob his house and covet magic weapons.

Ye Fei turned back quickly: "No."

The head of the Sifang Sect did not force him, but only asked, "Why not?"

Because it is of great use to keep injustice behind him.

The play must be performed, and the knife cannot be given.

Ye Feizhe clenched the knife tightly and pursed his lips: "It allows me to protect what I want to protect, so...even if it has something to do with the magic way, it doesn't matter."

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and the sword energy stopped hanging in the air, like a mountain rain was about to come, and he didn't know when it would pounce on the person.

Everyone knows that they should not provoke the head of the Sifang sect now.

Ye Feizhe doesn't seem to know

The young man who was gentle and soft before now straightened his spine and stared at him with his neck stuck, unwilling to take even half a step back, protruding his stinging edges and corners in the gorgeousness.

The head of the Sifang Sect thought of Ye Feizhe's unparalleled cultivation and the injuries he suffered in the face of disaster.

That's right, I wanted to take Ye Feizhe as a disciple, but Ye Feizhe was never pure and kind.

What's more, he likes Ye Feizhe's disposition to resist the temptation of injustice when nothing happens, and to draw his sword against the misfortune when something happens.

How rare?

With a final sigh, the sword energy disappeared without a trace, and his hand fell on Ye Fei's shoulder. The movement was very light, but the meaning was heavy:

"You can't talk nonsense about this."

In just one sentence, each word weighs as much as a thousand weights.

Because this means the connivance and compromise of Xianmen Xianshou.

"Take it and take it."

The head of the Sifang Sect didn't know that what Ye Feizhe said just now was one of the few truths that Ye Feizhe said, and he didn't know that Ye Feizhe and the system dug up the plot of the original book and said:

"System, I remember that in the original book, the head of the Sifang Sect was born because of disasters, the two worlds of immortals and demons were in chaos, and finally fell due to internal and external attacks by people close to them and the Mahayana of demons?"

Only then did Chu You, who had hidden the blood of the disaster, be born out of nowhere, accept the position of the head of the fairy, and become an existence almost like a god in the immortal way.

The systematic answer is actually irrelevant to Ye Feizhen.

Because he became a disciple of the head of the Sifang sect, relying on the tree of the head of the Sifang sect, he always had to pay back his family's favor.

No matter what the ending in the original work of the head of the Sifang sect is, Ye Feizhe will try to find a way to save him.

----

"My lord!!!"

The people in Jinfu Demon Palace turned pale with fright again, hurriedly picked up Jinfu who had passed out in a coma.

There is always a first time for everything.

Being distracted and hurting is something that happens once and twice. During this period of time, Jinfu has almost lost his experience, lost his experience, and lost his calm attitude.

He was not surprised, and even thought about having fun: "It's okay, just get used to it."

His subordinates took two steps back again and again in fright, and An secretly thought that you are used to it, but we are not used to it.

Such a big demon palace still counts on Jinfu to stay there. If something happens to Jinfu, wouldn't they go to drink the northwest wind?

Thinking of this, the subordinate wiped away his tears, and sincerely persuaded him, "Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself!"

"Although the Venerable's cultivation base is extremely high, it is not a big problem for the Venerable to lose one or two souls. But the souls are ultimately related to the original vitality, and water drops through stone. If things go on like this—"

You will die too! ! !

What he said really made Jin Fu shudder.

Jin Fu touched his face, which was as pale as gold paper, and then felt the cultivation level in his dantian, which was at least reduced by [-] to [-]%, and suddenly realized the cruel reality:

It doesn't even need water to penetrate the stone. In the long run, as long as Ye Feizhe makes two or three insidious tricks to break up his distraction, he will probably die.

Thinking of this, the hairs all over Jin Fu's body stood on end.

No, he doesn't allow it!His Mahayana dignity does not allow to be folded on a fledgling kid!

Not even if that kid is the future Demon Lord!

At this moment, an expected visitor came to Jinfu's magic palace, with the same bleak face, the same depression, and the same worse than before.

Who else but Cang Zhu?

Now he can't see the appearance that he used to speak arrogantly, and he looked at Jin Fu two by two, relatively silent for a long time, Fang Kai tentatively opened his mouth: "Friend, have you also been skinned?"

Jin Fu: "That's right...you were skinned too?"

Cang Zhu: "...not bad."

Promoted by a common enemy, sympathy quickly replaced the previous tit-for-tat.

A ruthless look flashed in Cang Zhu's eyes: "The grudge has already been forged, that kid will not make it easier for us, our souls are damaged, we are not as good as before, there are demonic wolves around inside, and that kid is plotting against us outside—"

Jin Fu realized it instantly, and said first: "For the present plan, only the two of us form an alliance to prevent those old ghosts from the Devil's Dao from coveting, and then get rid of that kid thoroughly."

They looked at each other, all the tacit understanding was silent, and the flames of fighting spirit were burning all over their bodies, sweeping away the previous depression.

Everything is to save lives!

Since you want to do it, you have to do everything right.

Jin Fu frowned, and said: "With your strength and common sense, it is safe to kill that kid, but today is different from the past, and the most important thing is to be careful."

Cang Zhu agreed: "Not bad."

They have lingering fears, and the communication is full of tacit understanding that needless to say.

They just don't want to lose their souls again and be hanged and beaten.

It's not that I'm afraid of Ye Feizhe!

Jin Fu: "In this case, it's better to use two prongs to kill people with a knife."

"I offended Holy Knife to death, so it's inconvenient to go. You go and tell Holy Knife that the master of the knife he chose has rebelled and willingly worshiped under the Sifang sect. Presumably Holy Knife must have a thunderous wrath. At that time, even if you can't Killing Ye Feizhe can also make him suffer."

"As for me—I'll tell that lord about Ye Feizhe's situation, and I'll ask that lord to come out of the mountain."

Demons have always been rebellious and fierce, and Mahayana is especially outstanding among them.

Jin Fu is called the head of the Sifang Sect, the head of the Immortal Dao and Immortals, and they are all called old immortals.

But even when no one was around, when he mentioned "that lord", he looked in awe, lowered his voice, and was willing to address him respectfully.

Because, if the holy knife hadn't suddenly awakened and intervened in the air, the position of the demon king would not have been vacant until now.

Even though the Holy Knife was enshrined in the residence of the Supreme Demon Dao, all the people who greeted him in the past bowed their heads and bowed their heads and called him the Holy One——

The uncrowned master that all demon cultivators recognize in their hearts is someone else.

Cang Zhu praised: "Good idea, shall we go there in real body or distracted?"

Jin Fu was silent for a moment, then gave in: "Distract yourself."

Ever since Ye Feizhe appeared, the world has changed so fast, Jin Fu thinks he can't understand the world anymore.

Even if you are a mahayana venerable in the way of magic, in order to save your life, you have to bow your head to the world.

In order to save your life, if you are distracted, you will be distracted.

After all, everything is low-grade, only life-saving is high.

----

At the Demon Palace.

It was not the first time for Jinfu and Cang Zhu to come, but every time they came, they would inevitably lose their voice.

When they reached their cultivation level, thousands of people flocked to them and flocked to them. All kinds of treasures, such as rare treasures, were as worthless as stones on the ground.Those so-called resplendent palaces and temples are no different from ordinary houses with gray tiles.

Clothes, jewelry, and even houses and palaces that ordinary people are proud of, are worthless to them.

But this one is different.

In other words, it has gone far beyond the palace category.

The uplifted winding mountains, the undulating towering peaks, the verdant vegetation of Tibetan English...

Even when Jinfu Cangzhu and the others walked through the cableway of the long bridge, it was as clear as a mirror, and the highest peak and the reflection of the highest palace were printed on the lake as blue as the sky.

It's nine days apart, and Qiongyu builds the building.

It is also thousands of miles on the ground, only take a line.

Demon cultivators use evil spirits as the source of their cultivation, and where they pass, not a single blade of grass grows.No matter how gorgeous the magic palace is, the surrounding ground is also bare.

Only the previous Mozun pulled out the mountain and opened the lake just to build this palace.

Jin Fu sometimes thinks that if a person lives for a lifetime, perhaps the meaning of life and the peak of life can be found here.

Be worshiped by thousands of people and wrestle with heaven and earth.

He suddenly understood why Su Buping and that lord were in the same situation, and still lived together in this palace by coincidence.

This is where a supreme being should live.

The two walked to the entrance of the magic palace, and an attendant silently came to greet them.

Jin Fu and Cang Zhu exchanged a look, tacitly, they went up and down respectively, and passed by.

It's interesting to say that the holy knife and that lord never die, but live in the same place, one is in the highest tower of the devil palace, and the other is in the bottom palace of the devil palace, it seems that they hate each other deeply, and they can never escape the fate of the poles.

On the spire of a tall building, Su Buping listened to Cang Zhu's statement in a deep voice, and opened his mouth very sparingly

"I know what to do."

Su Buping really knew what to do.

He didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the Demonic Dao before the injustice recognized the Lord, simply because it was boring.

If a knife is alive, if there is no knife owner, then what is the meaning of its life?

After admitting the Lord through injustice, he didn't want to intervene in the affairs of the Demon Dao, simply because it was unnecessary.

If a knife is alive, if it recognizes a waste knife owner, what is the meaning of its life?

Over time, Su Buping became a habit, and he didn't want to give Mo Dao alms at all.

But Su Buping's inaction is not the reason why Cang Zhu can use him as a saber.

If you want to use him as a knife, don't you first see if you are worthy of being the knife owner of the injustice?

Cang Zhu was overjoyed when he got an answer, and when he thought he could get away, he heard Su Buping say a word lightly:

"It's all here, there's no need to leave."

A ray of saber air drifted past.

There is no herb on the ground.

"I know what to do."

The adult answered Jin Fu with exactly the same words as Su Buping.

The difference is that he also thoughtfully added: "Don't worry, I will kill the appointed Lord of Demonic Dao if it is not fair."

Jin Fu almost cried with joy.

at last.

Finally, I don't have to worry about my soul being swallowed, and I don't have to worry about my life being in danger.

Just when he was about to wipe away his hot tears and cried, he rushed over and hugged his thigh, the adult smiled and added:

"But that's not why you borrowed me to kill people."

The next moment, Jin Fu's screams were still echoing in place, but he was distracted, but there was not even half a shadow left.

The adult in his mouth looks as quiet as water, with a smile on his mouth, asking and answering himself:

"Is there any contradiction between killing the person who is not fair and the person who is trying to use me as a sword?"

No.

So of course they are all killed.

"Honor!!!"

Jin Fu's subordinates screamed for the third time, almost knocking off the roof of his magic palace.

Both Jin Fu and Cang Zhu opened their eyes, and what they saw was the other's paler face and weaker aura.

Cang Zhu was dying and said, "My friend, have you been skinned again?"

Jin Fuqi Ruoyousi: "Yeah, what a coincidence, are you too?"

Cang Zhu: "I can understand being attacked by that kid. After all, we want to kill him, and Sifang Zong's old man likes to yell at us, so Bei is not wronged."

He couldn't understand it: "But why would we be stripped of a layer of skin in the hands of the Demon Dao's own people???"

Jin Fu was devastated, and still had difficulty accepting the reality: "Yes, he was the one who was chosen to be the future Demon Lord, and became the thorn in the eyes of that lord; he was also the one who betrayed the holy sword and turned into the fairy gate."

Cang Zhu said sadly: "We were just following orders to expose that kid. But the kid surnamed Ye was intact, but the two of us were skinned twice."

They stared at each other in a daze for a long time, filled with grief, and finally couldn't help but embraced each other and wept, asking their souls:

"Damn, why?"

Changed, changed, everything changed.

What the hell kind of world is this?

Blame that damn Ye Feizhe!

Ye Feizhe was directly brought back to the Sifang Sect by the head of the Sifang Sect.

But all the great sects of immortality are almost the same.

They are all famous mountains and great rivers, with beautiful mountains and rivers;

Ye Feizhe was born in Xuanshan and grew up in Xuanshan for most of his previous life. In the end, he became the leader of the Immortal Dao and returned to Xuanshan. He is like a fish in water to the similar Sifang sect.

Seeing this situation, the head of the Sifang Sect was relieved and said to Ye Fei: "Since you are quite suitable for the Sifang Sect, I don't worry about it anymore. I will go out to find the elixir that can warm and nourish your body."

As the head said, Ye Feizhe's physical condition is indeed not good.

The original owner had no self-cultivation, first committed suicide by taking poison, and then suffered serious injuries one after another. If Ye Feizhe's soul was not there to support him, others would have died and passed away early.

Hearing the words, Ye Feizhe suddenly collected his expression, and solemnly thanked the head of the Sifang Sect: "Thank you, Master, for your concern."

Ye Fei was originally a heartless person.

He was cared and pampered by too many people from birth, and he has a loose temper. He developed a strange temper of playing with the world and looking down on fame and fortune.

For Ye Feizhe, what others pursue for a lifetime can be easily obtained and thrown away, and some people rush to squeeze their heads and send them to him.

How can you not be bearish?

Coming to this world by chance, Ye Feizhe didn't really pay much attention or take it seriously.

He didn't grow up in this world, and he didn't have any relationship with this world, so how could he take it seriously?

It wasn't until the head of the Sifang Sect led him back to the sect that Ye Feifang realized a thing or two about the word "true".

If the head of the Sifang Sect didn't really care about him, why would he spend so much effort on him?

If Chu You didn't really have a heart for him, how could he be willing to favor him, defend him, or even blacken him?

Ye Feizhe can kill the Hehuan Sect and the Chu family who have feuds at will; regardless of others, he can love life and hate death.

But kindness and sincerity cannot be easily let down.

"Forget it in the original book. In reality, I must save the life of the head of Sifang Sect."

Ye Feizhe said something to the system without beginning or end.

He spoke inexplicably, but the system seemed to understand, and asked him, "What about Chu You?"

This time, Ye Feizhe didn't give the system a clear answer: "I'll think about it."

"Senior brother."

Wen Kuiyun, the head disciple of Sifang Sect, was quite worried.

Ever since he entered Mahayana and accepted the affairs of the Sifang sect from the head of the sect, Wen Shuyun said that he was a man of the hour, and he was rarely so anxious.

But in front of the new junior brother, Wen Kuiyun still tried his best to resist the urge to sigh, and maintained the dignity of the senior brother well.

His brows and eyes are cold, he is as tall as a pine tree, and his white sleeves are fluttering in the wind, like clouds and snow.

Wen Guiyun coughed softly, and said in a business-like manner: "Master accepting closed-door disciples is reasonable and should be dealt with. Not only the other three sects, but the rest of the sect's aristocratic families will all come to our Sifang Sect."

Ye Feizheng accepted it and nodded: "Then I have to trouble my brother."

Since he was a child, he has seen a group of big figures in Xiandao without looking up and down. He has seen this kind of big scene coming out of the nest countless times.

"No trouble."

Wen Shuyun looked at him with pity, but hesitated to speak.

In Wen Huiyun's eyes, his junior brother is extremely beautiful, but also extremely pale, like a national beauty flower that is in full bloom and will wither at any time.

He was even more worried in his heart, wishing to chop off the rowdy group of people with a sword, and even frowned slightly: "Among the four sects, there is an unwritten practice. The elders who are the head of any sect accept apprentices , is a happy event to be widely announced, and it is also necessary for peers to challenge that disciple and go through a few tricks in the ring."

The juniors fight, and the elders have the juniors to show off, the best of both worlds.

Wen Kuiyun himself came up that way.

But when it came to Ye Feizhe, he couldn't take it lightly.

The tenderness and fragility of this junior brother can be seen with the naked eye. He should have been raised with care and care. How could he stand up to those barbaric sword cultivators?

Ye Feizhe's smile froze, and he had some bad guesses in his heart: "..."

When Ye Feizhe was apprenticed to his teacher back then, there were never many people who envied him for being able to worship both Daoist and Demonic Venerables as teachers.

Although everyone knew that these two were definitely not people who could be bribed by the Ye family's posture, or that the Ye family's wealth could buy them, but the world of cultivating immortals was full of gossip.

It was Ye Feizhe back then who was young and vigorous, with one sword, he beat many pretentious and famous sons, and never used a second sword.

As he beat down the famous family's pride, more and more young geniuses, the rumors gradually subsided.

At that time, he had the confidence, the cultivation base, and the worry of a thousand years.

As for now-

Ye Feizhe looked at his hands, and sincerely asked: "Brother, if I want to fight, what kind of opponent will I face?"

Wen Kuiyun couldn't bear to scare his junior brother, so he tried his best to minimize the benefits and said: "Probably... it's just Yuanying, don't worry too much."

Ye Feizhe's smile became more solidified.

He remembered the past when he was nearly beaten to the ground by Qiu Ze, who was almost a Nascent Soul, when he didn't need to be unfair.

He also imagined a future where he would be surrounded and hunted down by immortals and demons once he used injustice.

There are wolves in front and tigers in back, and there are mountains of knives in front and seas of fire behind.

He heaved a long sigh, got up and said with a smile: "Thank you brother for telling me, I will definitely...do my best not to embarrass Sifangzong."

What can we do?

The head of the Sifang Sect and Wen Huiyun are both sincere to him, Ye Feizhe cannot let the Sifang Sect be ashamed.

What's more, in terms of arrogance, who can compare with Xuanshan Xianshou?

Ye Fei folded a thousand-year-old worry who once suppressed the immortals and demons, how could he tolerate being humiliated in front of the juniors?

Wen Kuiyun looked at Ye Feizhe at the same level, and bumped into his smile.

That smile is very beautiful, beautiful to the point of stunning.

Wen Kuiyun was obsessed with sword practice, and didn't know how to describe it in words, but he intuitively felt that this smile was more beautiful than the sword light overflowing when he drew his sword countless times in the past.

"You and my brother, you don't need to thank me."

He said impulsively: "Your cultivation has accumulated over time, and you can't be impatient, but you can practice swords. If you have the heart, why don't you let me practice swords with you?"

After Wen Kuiyun finished speaking, he regretted it.

He practiced sword with a Mahayana disciple who was submerged in qi refining, and he really didn't know who was torturing whom.

Speaking of which, other people thought he didn't like Ye Feizhe, and deliberately found ways to make Ye Feizhe look good.

Ye Feizhe didn't give Wen Kuiyun a chance to repent.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and responded happily: "I thank senior brother for his kindness first."

The two stood facing each other, each drawing their swords.

As a Mahayana, Wen Guiyun is a group of people who are at the top of the entire world of cultivating immortals. Even if they deliberately suppress their realm, their swordsmanship is still amazing, far from being rivaled by any cat or dog.

It's a pity that Ye Feizhe has never been a cat or a dog.

He didn't notice anything unusual, and said in an ordinary way: "Offended." Then he raised his hand and drew his sword like an ordinary countless times.

It was already Ye Feizhe's instinct that had been integrated into his blood and bones. For him, reaching out, drawing out the sword, and drawing the sword were as natural as eating and sleeping, and it came naturally.

This time is different.

Ye Fei's folding and drawing of the sword is much worse than before.

There is stagnation between him and the sword.

In the end...it's not Chitose Worry.

Then Ye Fei folded out his sword.

He took out his favorite sword according to his habitual posture, and he couldn't see the wide-eyed eyes on the opposite side, immersed in the memories of sword practice in the past.

"What kind of sword do you want to practice?"

This is what his master asked Ye Feizhe when he was first accepted as an apprentice.

Everyone knows that the young master of the Ye family is extremely talented, but he forcibly delayed until he was a teenager before he started to learn swords, and the mouth of the master of the Ye family was aroused, and the culprit was Ye Feizhe himself.

He has the temperament of a young man who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and he is the best swordsman in the world. Of course, he must be equipped with the best sword in the world and the best swordsman in the world.

So Ye Feizhe replied: "I want to practice the fastest, strongest, and sharpest sword."

Now that he is alive again, everything is lost, and everything starts all over again.

Fortunately, the sword intent is still there.

Wen Kuiyun held his breath.

It was easiest for Ye Fei to fold that sword.

There is no wind, fire, thunder and lightning, changes in ice, frost, rain and snow, and there are no phantoms of unicorns, dragons and phoenixes, animals and birds.

Some have only an ordinary sword, three feet long and three inches wide, with iron as the front and blood as the edge.

Ye Feizhe's sword was also the most complicated.

Whether it is wind and thunder, water or fire, they are all just wounding weapons borrowed by Jianyi from the nature of heaven and earth.

It is said that sword cultivators go against the sky, but it is not always true.

After practicing swordsmanship, one must take from the sky and injure others. No matter how rebellious or unrestrained a swordsman is, he still has to be bound by the rules.

Ye Feizhe is different.

He practiced swords only for swords.

He is only willing to use the sword itself to carry the sword intent.

The most authentic, the closest to the avenue, and the sharpest.

Ye Feizhe's sword couldn't hurt him, Wen Kuiyun knew it.

After all, Ye Feizhe is not the Dao of Heaven, no matter how powerful the sword intent is, it can't match the difference between Qi refining and Mahayana level six, and it can't match the hard work of hundreds of years of cold and heat training.

But Ye Feizhe could hurt him, or even kill him, sooner or later.

But he could never compare to Ye Feizhe's sword in his life.

He could never sharpen such a sword in his life.

Ye Feizhe didn't hold the sword for a long time, immersed in the rare and wonderful feeling, and had no time to pay attention to Wen Kuiyun's vibration.

When he took the sword for the first time, he told his master that he wanted to practice the fastest, strongest and sharpest sword.

The young man didn't know what big words he was talking about, and his expression was stubborn and serious: "I want to practice the best sword in the world, better than my peers, better than my ancestors, and better than this world."

The sword repairman in red didn't scold him for being presumptuous and absurd: "So you named the sword Qiantuiyou?"

"Yes, it is said that people who are born less than a hundred years old often worry about being a thousand years old."

Ye Feizhe didn't understand this sentence at that time.

Not to mention Qiantoseyou, he has never experienced even the slightest bit of suffering or setbacks, and grew up in the best world with the most proud and fearless attitude.How can I know what worry is, what is worry for a thousand years?

He simply felt that this sentence was not good, and he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, so he wanted to overthrow what he didn't like, and start over again:

"I don't believe in this evil, and my sword will kill all the worries of floating lives and thousands of years."

His master said, "This name is a bad omen."

The young man laughed, disapprovingly: "What does that matter? Can I lack a mere good omen to add to the icing on the cake?"

No one would think he was missing.

How can there be a stitch and a thread missing among the beautiful flowers?How can there be a lack of firewood and grain in the fire of cooking oil?

The red-clothed swordsman seemed to think it was funny, and bent his lips, a little lost in thought.

Practitioners never pay attention to auspicious luck, but... they are also afraid that a word will become a proverb.

Because life is like a post.

Because the world is so unfair.

No matter how much he could say, it was impossible for him to press Ye Feizhe's head to make him understand what the real Chitose Worry is.

Teenagers don't know how to feel sad.

In the end, he calmly told Ye Feizhe: "Because unlucky words can easily come true."

Ye Feizhe withdrew from his memories, the sword edge was three feet away from Wen Huiyun, there was still a lot of room to enter, but he was as still as dead, not making an inch of progress.

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