One move!

After Hao Jian only made one move, he didn't even touch the corners of Qing Xuanyuan's clothes, and Ling Yan's strength couldn't touch it at all.

And it was indeed like Hao Jian's wild words, that Qing Xuanyuan palmed, and a brilliant aura was struck, directly defeating Hao Jian......

The wild words just spoken, the current scene, and all the previous praise, now, all dissipated like a cloud of smoke, turning into a lonely rainbow in the distance.

Hao Jian knelt in the ring, his eyes were blurred, he didn't have the slightest strength now, and most of his body had been destroyed by that move just now.

At this moment, Hao Jiancai figured it out, all this is building momentum!

What a new generation is unparalleled in the world, what a peak martial king, what a mysterious spirit, at this moment are all unwarranted bullshit.

He seems to have been a pawn of the Four Ancient Kingdoms from the beginning, if he didn't have such a cultivation and didn't have such a limelight, then obviously, the person who borrowed the power would not be him.

But now......

For a while, the uproar ended the so-called Qingzhou Tianjiao Competition, and the defeat was not the biggest blow, but Hao Jian found that the meridians of his whole body were damaged, his aura was overflowing, and his cultivation plummeted, falling from the ninth order of the Martial King to the first order of the Martial Spirit.

The people of Beichuan Hall could only bring Hao Jian back, from the excitement at the beginning to the embarrassment at the moment, and they already knew that Hao Jian's cultivation fell, the dantian was damaged, and the cultivation that could still have the first order of martial arts was already the mercy of Qing Xuanyuan's subordinates, and he was nothing like this.

Hao Jian, who was unconscious, was wantonly discarded, but he didn't know anything, his body convulsed, and the coldness gradually entered his body.

In his deep mind, he always remembered the last pair of Qing Xuanyuan's eyes, he was in the most basic disdain, even pity......

Hao Jian may never forget those eyes and that name in his life......

After returning to the Beichuan Palace, as he imagined, Hao Jian was in a slump, without the brilliance of the past, whether it was from the road of alchemy or cultivation, he became like a wasted person, and his cultivation did not advance or retreat.

No one asked him if he was discouraged, no one looked to see if he was physically damaged, and just by virtue of his broken dantian for regression, it was concluded that he was no longer of any value.

Yes, he Hao Jian is indeed worthless......

Whoever it is, loved ones?

the same, or even more.

That mysterious spirit may have always been there, but Hao Jian still had no intention of cultivating.

Everything seems to be alienating him, he seems to have never seen Hao Ling'er, and so is Zhuge Yunxi, somehow, did he deliberately alienate me when he saw that I was down?

Hao Jian smiled bitterly, his heartache was like tearing, what relatives and what life-saving graces, they were all bullshit, Lao Tzu was arrogant and unparalleled in the world, and he followed him one by one like a licking dog, and now that his talent is retired, his aura has dissipated, and everything is gone, you are alienating me one by one, what is it?

Is it a stone?

No, Hao Jian laughed wildly, tears came to him, and gradually made him numb and stiff, because he couldn't see any light on the road ahead, everything was dim, what else to cultivate? What to fight for? I am a wasted person, and it is already very good to be able to live in the world, and I am not asking for anything......

Some people seem to be alive in the world, but their hearts are dead, there is no doubt that Hao Jian is such a person.

Even the people who walked around the Beichuan Hall would only point fingers at him, and the people who had been suppressed by him before, such as the children of the big families in the capital city, the Zhao family, and the people in the beast taming village, were undoubtedly belittling him.

Hao Jian is bleak, where in this world is there any warmth and coldness, but just some cold-blooded guys, once they have no substantive value, you are not bullshit, what kind of hero are you?

Everywhere he went, there was a mocking gaze, whether it was mocking on the surface or mocking Hao Jian secretly, everything was in his eyes.

Almost all of them were deep in their hands, pointing fingers at themselves, some laughing at how brilliant and rampant he was, and some insulting him.

Hao Jian didn't care, his heart was dead, where would he care about these things, just scolded, nothing.

The first order of martial arts, the cultivation is not advanced, the genius is declining, the sect is an outcast, the elder of the inner gate of bullshit, and the seventeen-year-old martial emperor is strong.

Everything has been doomed since participating in the Qingzhou Tianjiao Competition......

And just like that, many more years passed.

Hao Jian's cultivation is still above the first order of martial spirits, and he is no longer the inner gate elder of the Beichuan Palace, and he is decadent and empty.

That year.

It is destined to be the day of the great reshuffle of Qingzhou's power, and the alliance of the four ancient kingdoms led by the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom attacked the extreme southern region, intending to unify Qingzhou and incorporate it into the territory of their four ancient kingdoms.

Undoubtedly, all the martial artists of the Extreme Southern Region rose up to resist, up to the first-class great sects such as the Beichuan Hall Buddha Sect and the Qinghuan Sect, and down to some martial arts families, even if the power was small, it was also an indispensable help.

The Extreme South Domain, led by the three major sects, formed a coalition to resist the invasion of the four ancient kingdoms.

Everything changes so fast.

The four ancient kingdoms are obviously prepared, and their strength is transcendent, although the strength of the warriors in the extreme south region is not weak, but in the face of the powerful four ancient kingdoms, they are only defeated and retreated, and the two sides have been stalemate for more than half a month, and it seems that they have lost their patience, and the coalition forces of the four ancient kingdoms have launched a fierce attack.

However, the result seems to have been doomed from the beginning, and the Far South Region will not end well.

For the next period of time, the rivers bordering the extreme south were rendered bright red, the earth was in ruins, and the blood and qi accumulated in the sky for a long time.

The allied forces led by the three major sects in the extreme southern region were all wiped out, and in the Beichuan Palace, the blood flowed like a river, looking at the first line of Kaitian Peak, the corpses piled up were as high as the mountains, and there was no moaning sound.

Hao Jian did not die, he lost all his faith in the Beichuan Hall all these years, his heart was like ashes, he stayed away from the inner door of the Beichuan Palace, looked for a hill nearby, lived in it, drank and drowsy all day long, and nothing else, on the day of the fight, he slept groggily all day......

When he woke up, everything had changed, his comatose and dull gaze was extremely low, and there was no one left from the Supreme Elder to the new disciples.

On that day, Hao Jian walked in the empty Beichuan Palace, the corpses under his feet were lined up, the blood flowing like a long corridor, and the surrounding mountains exuded a strange blood red.

On Beichuan Square, the corpses were piled up, standing below and watching, it was as high as the sky-high first-line open heaven peak.

Hao Jian walked in the sect with a wild smile, walking from the outer gate to the inner gate, there was no noise, no ridicule, gradually, Hao Jian's expressions froze together.

Hao Jian has his own purpose, although it is a place where his heart dies, but after all, it is also a place of belonging, and there are still things he needs to figure out......

That's a wish, right?

Slowly, dragging his steps, he walked into the distance.

Danfeng ......