After leaving the city, the two chose a remote wilderness, Yan Jing began to use her divine sense to refine the Lingshuang Sword, and soon the Lingshuang Sword branded with her divine sense was already in Yan Jing's hands.

"Words*Love*First*Hair[No Pop-up Novel Network Baoly] Please search Pinshu Network to see the most complete and fastest update Looking at Yan Jing with an excited face, Cong Ye couldn't help but think of the "Yan Jing" who only remembered the name in his mind, but didn't want to go to the past

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"It can't be alone."

After asking himself, Cong Ye immediately shook his head, and said in his heart: How could there be such a coincidence, although he lost all the memories before he woke up from Yulin Town, Fenglin County, Gaochun Kingdom, he would not be aimlessly wandering for so many years, and he would meet the one he remembered in his mind was also called "Yan Jing"

of girls.

Even in terms of time, it seems impossible.

If the name in your mind is the same as Yan Jing's, even if it is roughly estimated, it has been a hundred and ten years since you woke up, how could you meet Yan Jing, who is only eighteen years old.

Unless it's a time rewind, or it's because I have unintentionally gone against the river of time.

"Impossible, certainly impossible."

"Bush Leaves, Nothing Is Impossible"

"Ah, it's on the mind."

Yan Jing looked at Cong Ye with an embarrassed face, and didn't continue to ask, but instead asked, "Why don't you refine the flying sword you just obtained?"

Also, Cong Ye casually took out the flying sword from the Red Dust Flame Ruyi Ding, and wanted to use his divine sense to erase the original imprint on it, but he didn't want the imprint on the flying sword to be untouched.

Surprised, Cong Ye subconsciously used Zhenqi.

"Bush Leaves"

Yan Jing, who didn't know what was going on, was naturally surprised when she found that Cong Ye had turned the magic weapon-level flying sword in his hand into ashes.

"I didn't mean to."

It was true that Cong Ye didn't want to do this on purpose, he just wanted to erase the imprint on the flying sword, but he ignored the weirdness of the True Qi in his body for a while, and as a result, a magic weapon-level flying sword was wiped out like this.

"Junior"

Suddenly, an angry shout from mid-air startled Cong Ye and Yan Jing.

When he looked up, a high-ranking monk with a gray beard was galloping straight towards the two of them.

"Cong Ye, be careful, the person who comes is at least a high-level cultivator of the Venerable Realm."

didn't bother to ask Yan Jing how she saw it, it stands to reason that it is impossible for a monk in the foundation building period to see the cultivation of a monk in the Venerable Realm and above, Cong Ye hurriedly blocked Yan Jing behind him, and secretly informed Ding Ling Ruyi that in case of danger, immediately take the two of them in so that they can escape.

It turned out that the person who came was not someone else, but the master of the Contemplation Stage monk who was beaten to death by Cong Ye in the underground hall ring, and the x.ht of the Venerable Realm's mid-stage cultivation