"Kyushu Continent, the cultivation realm, the people who cultivate the truth are like sand stars, there are ants under the golden pill, the yuan babies are all over like lackeys, the yuan god becomes a pseudo-supreme, and only after ascending does he become a god."

"The Kyushu continent is all respected by strength, whoever has a big fist is the boss, and whoever has a hard fist is the supreme. If you had a big fist, would you still be held hostage here by this foundation building period today? ”

"If you have a hard fist and you don't even need to explain, who won't accept it? Lao Tzu fights you to serve, this is the rule of this world, the king is the king, the strong are respected! ”

……

Qing Yuxuan felt like a lonely boat with unstable sails, drifting on the boundless sea, facing the ebb and flow of the tide at any time, the sea breeze and waves, and it seemed that the next moment the boat would capsize and sink to the bottom.

Qing Yuxuan felt that the nerves of the whole person were numbed by such a cruel punishment, and his facial features had degraded to a terrible point, and he could barely feel the sense of touch, and he was so tired that he wished to sleep for a thousand years.

Qing Yuxuan's body was so numb that it withstood the impact of waves of Xiuzhen Qi, and there were more and more impurities on the surface of his body.

In the end, even Qing Meiren couldn't stand the stench, so she directly dodged and retreated, and when she withdrew, she didn't forget to leave a bucket of water and a set of clean clothes.

……

I don't know how long it took, so long that Qing Yuxuan could barely support the heavy sleepiness, and when he wanted to sleep forever, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was surrounded by a cloud of mist, only to feel that he was still suffering from the severe pain of being broken one by one of his bones just now, but at this moment, it was completely gone.

Qing Yuxuan came back to his senses from the pain, and felt that the whole person seemed to have gone to the Ghost Gate Pass for countless laps, and many times he stepped into the Yin-Yang Bridge and the Ghost Gate Pass with one foot.

As soon as Qing Yuxuan's mind cleared, he immediately felt that something was wrong around him, and looked around vigilantly, strange, he was obviously in the ancestor's bamboo house just now, where is this now?

Gradually, the clouds and mist slowly dissipated, and it was still a vast plain, quiet without a trace of popularity.

At this time, a hazy figure slowly appeared in front of Qing Yuxuan, Qing Yuxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, the ancestor of the Qing family is really an old naughty boy, what do you like to pretend to be a ghost?

"Ancestor, am I getting started with cultivation?" Qing Yuxuan had an indescribable joy in his heart, he was very curious about the changes in his body, and felt that the whole person was light, as if there was no gravity, and he walked without touching the ground, effortlessly.

The man didn't answer Qing Yuxuan's question, but turned around extremely elegantly, and a pair of gray-purple eyes first met Qing Yuxuan's eyelids, Qing Yuxuan was startled, and his heart sighed, that monster woke up?

However, immediately after that, a black and shiny green silk slowly appeared, and finally there was the elaborate outline of God, with a jade nose hanging down, Zhu Ying lightly closed, clothes flying, and a demeanor of a master.

"You're here—" The man sighed, as if he had been waiting for a long, long time.

"Where is this?" Qing Yuxuan naturally wouldn't still think that this person had anything to do with that monster, this person's strength was obviously many times stronger than that monster.

"Here?" The man was confused for a moment, a lock of black green silk as charcoal fell from his shoulder, lined with a robe like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, and his face became more and more beautiful and beautiful, the man thought for a while, and still replied, "This should be my independent space, realm cultivation, and it is unique." ”