"Sooner or later, one day, I'll let you know how good I am!"

As the old saying goes, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones.

Chen Chen suffered unspeakably in the headache every day and night, but it was precisely because of this that it also helped him hone his mind well.

After being sucked into the realm, his divine thoughts instantly turned into a human form, and he inexplicably came to a small realm world called the "Ethereal Continent".

Perhaps it was the kindness of the high-level monks of the attachment realm, and he deliberately left a passage in it: The ethereal small world is all illusions, but it is lifelike under the effect of the realm, and if you want to transform into a mortal breakthrough in it, you must regard yourself as an ordinary person in this world.

Therefore, that high-ranking monk also "kindly" helped Chen Chen to seal all the cultivations, resulting in Chen Chen now being almost no different from a mortal except that his strength was greater than that of ordinary people.

But fortunately, the high-ranking monk also left a message: "There are no monks here, if you want to become mortal, you must stay in it for several months." ”

Of course, the months in the illusion are naturally not the same thing as the months in reality, and to the outside world, even if hundreds or thousands of years have been spent in the small world of the illusion, only a few breaths have passed outside.

When Chen Chen stabilized his mind, there was suddenly an inexplicable gravitational force, which hooked Chen Chen's humanoid divine thoughts away like a soul, and before he could react, he found that he was possessed by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

The bad thing is that this young man's identity is extremely complicated, as the heir to the throne of a kingdom in the ethereal small world, he was manipulated by the rebellious ministers and thieves like a marionette!

At this time, the young man possessed by Chen Chen was in the main hall, and there was an old man about fifty or sixty years old beside him, who was whispering in his ear some words to deal with other ministers.

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In the world, the earth, and the small world of Emei, there are many buildings in the simple style, as if you are in the streets of Chang'an that was prosperous in ancient times.

A slightly chubby man with a fat body is the elder Emei Elder Hearing Yu who was robbed of his natal magic weapon by Chen Chen.

He knelt at the door of an attic near the center with a pale face and cried: "Master, it was really that kid who played a trick, and only then did he take away the disciple's natal magic weapon!"

A voice of nothingness came from the attic: "As far as the master knows, this son is only in the Jindan Great Perfection realm. ”

The eldest grandson swallowed his saliva when he heard the rain, and hurriedly said: "It was that kid who played a trick, and the disciple didn't check it for a while, so he ......"

"Enough!" the voice of nothingness in the attic sounded like thunder, "No matter what the details are, but you have suffered a big loss in the hands of the mere Jin Dan, it is already a shame!"

"If it's any other object, the teacher won't bother to bother with you, but this Emei stone ...... It's about my Emei lineage, so you don't have to worry about this matter anymore, as a teacher, you will let Senior Brother Duan Jian go. ”

"This matter should not be known to the masters in the door, as for the few elders who went with you that day, the teacher will naturally make it clear, on your own side, don't say anything about it, otherwise you will be implicated as a teacher!"

The eldest grandson hurriedly responded when he heard the rain, his huge head was almost buried in the ground, and when he heard the words "Senior Brother Duan Blade", he sweated like rain on his forehead, and his heart was even more uneasy.

At this moment, a strong wind sounded, and the eldest grandson turned his head to see a familiar figure when he heard the rain.

The man wore a black hat, a black robe like ink, and a restrained body.

Paragraph ...... Senior Brother Duan Blade. The eldest grandson heard that a trace of imperceptible horror flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in a dry voice.

This senior brother Duan Jian is said to have reached the late Yuan infant stage, and his true yuan is as vast as smoke, not weaker than the ordinary god powerhouse, and he is the proud son of the sky in Emei, and he is one of the "eighteen people" in the small world of Emei.

"Master, what are you looking for me?" Duan Jian clasped his fists into the attic, and said in a deep voice without saying anything or humble.

The people in the attic didn't care about Duan Blade's attitude, and said softly: "Duan Blade, something happened to your eldest grandson, and you need to come forward to solve it." ”

Immediately, he asked the eldest grandson Tingyu to inform Duan Jian of the fact that the natal magic weapon was taken away.

After listening to this, the latter couldn't see his expression clearly under the cover of the hat, but a cold snort heard that he was extremely displeased: "Senior Brother Eldest Sun, the other party is just a mere Jindan monk, you and other Yuanying encirclement and suppression can still let him escape, it is really a loss of face in my Emei small world!"

The eldest grandson's face was ugly when he heard the rain, and his fat face was full of fat.

After scolding the eldest grandson for listening to the rain, Duan Jian said, "If it weren't for the master's mouth, how would I have wasted time helping you deal with the aftermath?"

As soon as the words fell, the blade turned into a puff of green smoke and dissipated in place.

In the far west of the small world of Emei, in the pavilion bordering the dense mountains and forests, a handsome man with a face like a knife slowly opened his eyes, and in a short time, the futon around him was full of young people in different clothes, including men and women, as many as thirteen people.

One of the women in a plain skirt with eyebrows like distant mountains asked, "Senior Brother Duan, what is the so-called matter for summoning us here?"

Among the "eighteen people" in Emei Small World, each has a team, and these thirteen people are the team of Senior Brother Duan Blade.

When Duan Jian heard this, there was no wave in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "My breakthrough is imminent, and the incarnation will sweep the formation on the side, so there is something that needs to be done for me." ”

Another young man who looked like a boy smiled heartily: "Senior Brother Duan, to put it bluntly, we will definitely go to the soup." ”

Everyone nodded, and the plain skirt woman with eyebrows like distant mountains continued: "Senior Brother Duan's business is our business, Senior Brother Duan only needs to go all out to break through the realm, and we will do the complicated and trivial work for us." ”

The thirteen teams are the essence of Duan Blade's future struggle for hegemony in the Emei Small World, so in front of them, Duan Jian didn't bother to hide it, and soon told all the things that his master had explained.

After the thirteen people heard this, their faces were different, and the young man who looked like a son frowned and said, "That eldest grandson is too unbearable to listen to the rain, and he actually let a Jin Danye cultivator take away the natal magic weapon." ”

The woman in the plain skirt with eyebrows like distant mountains smiled and said: "The eldest grandson listens to what kind of goods the rain is, and it's not the first time I've heard of it, this kind of waste wood that completely relies on the shadow of his parents can do such a humiliating thing. ”

Duan Jian groaned slightly, and said, "At this time, it is useless to care about that eldest grandson listening to the rain, but that Ye Xiu is very interested in me. ”

"It is said that this no-shu has an old relationship with the ruthless Tao of the new entry. ”

The young man who looked like a son raised his eyebrows and said, "Ruthless?"

"Are they Mu Lingshan and Jiang Yiqing?"

The woman in the plain skirt with eyebrows like a distant mountain glanced at him with disdain, and teased: "Senior Brother Chang's memory is very good, and such little people can remember it." ”