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"Seventh uncle?" Ye Cuo raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was the seventh child of the Nangong family, that is, the "little uncle" in the mouth of many disciples of the Nangong family.

Ye Cuo had heard about it before he came.

In the past ten years, in the entire ancient martial arts world in China, it is not the mysterious Changbai Mountain Ye family, nor the famous Dragon Group, nor the sinister and vicious Yan family hidden in the Tianshan Mountains, but the Nangong family, this little uncle.

This little uncle is named Nangong Qianqiu.

If you want to talk about the masters of the ancient martial arts world, everyone will think that the mysterious head of the Changbai Mountain Ye family, the seemingly invincible three masters of the god list, and no one will think of Nangong Qianqiu.

But if you ask about the idols of all the young people in the ancient martial arts world, I am afraid that there are people on the ninth floor, and they will silently think of Nangong Qianqiu's name in their hearts, but on their lips, no one dares to say it.

Because this is definitely a strange person, even after learning about Nangong Qianqiu's experience, he couldn't help but sigh: "A man has to live like this for a lifetime, it is wonderful enough!"

Originally, because he was the youngest man in the Nangong family, when he was born, the eldest brother's children were older than him, so he was very favored.

Because of this, he is lazy, unenterprising, and has great talents, but he has been abandoned.

For those who practice martial arts, the most important thing is when they are young, once they grow up, their bones no longer develop, their muscles are sluggish, and they miss the golden period of martial arts.

Unless it is the Dragon Divine Skill that has Ye Cuo, this kind of martial art that can change the structure of the human body, otherwise, if you practice martial arts too late, it will definitely limit the lifelong achievements of the martial artist.

However, Nangong Qianqiu is an exception.

It wasn't until he was 15 years old, after his eldest brother died, that he began to change his ways, wash away his previous habits, and concentrate on sword training.

It only took three years to become a kendo master.

At the age of eighteen, he walked out of the Nangong family, challenged the world's sects and masters, and became famous all over the world.

It is said that such a genius will be greeted by countless praises and glory, but then a series of things happened, making him the uninhibited but chic and extraordinary person he is now, attracting countless young generations to idols, but he dare not say it.

In the follow-up story, many people were silent, and Ye Cuo also relied on the intelligence agency established by Yan Xie and Miles to collect some of the information.

It is said that after Nangong Qianqiu left the Nangong family, within a year, he challenged all the masters of the world and did not taste a defeat.

On this day, he came to the foot of Changbai Mountain.

No one knows what happened next, only that he was in the Ye family, the strongest and most mysterious in the ancient martial arts world, took away Ye Wanrong, who was known as the first beauty in the ancient martial arts world at that time.

As many masters as the Ye family dispatched to pursue, as many masters died.

In the end, the Ye family began to exert pressure on the Nangong family, and the Nangong family was forced to send people to chase the two.

As a result, the entire Nangong family also fell into bad luck, and their strength was greatly damaged.

Later, they went to Qinling for a walk, and the Xiao family, who were also members of the four ancient martial arts families, and the thirteen masters known as the Thirteen Taibao, were all seriously injured overnight.

The head of the Xiao family was furious and issued a killing order, announcing that if anyone could kill Nangong Qianqiu, he would worship him as a brother of the opposite sex.

This promise is equivalent to directly telling the entire ancient martial arts world that whoever can kill Nangong Qianqiu will be able to enjoy the wealth and connections of a thousand-year-old ancient martial arts family like the head of the Xiao family.

As soon as this killing order came out, the entire ancient martial arts world was shocked.

Everyone's eyes are on this young man who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, but has deviated from the norm and caused a major incident.

However, at this time, this troublesome young man, with the first beauty in the ancient martial arts world, disappeared completely as if the world had evaporated.

When people saw them again, it was three years later.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, a peerless young man has become a down-and-out ghost with a scruffy beard, and the first beauty in the ancient martial arts world has become a cold corpse.

Since then, there has been one less deviant boy in the world, and one more invincible master in the world.

On the day when Nangong Qianqiu reappeared in the rivers and lakes, countless people heard the wind and moved, greedy like wolves at night, staring at him deadly, and everyone's hearts were secretly thinking about the content of the killing order.

However, this battle was bloodstained in the rivers and lakes, and it was the masters of the older generation of the Xiao family who were returned in exchange for almost all the dead and wounded, and suddenly fell from the second to the fourth among the four ancient martial arts families.

And that day, the masters who chased after the ancient martial arts world didn't even run away to see the excitement, and all of them were buried under the sword of Nangong Qianqiu.

Nangong Qianqiu took Ye Wanrong's corpse and set foot on Changbai Mountain again, and finally walked down alone and lonely, and began to borrow wine every day to drown her sorrows and send love to the landscape.

No one knows what he has experienced in the past three years.

It is rumored that he entered the Kunlun Ruins, so he has such an invincible martial arts cultivation.

But he himself never talked about it with outsiders.

At this time, he grabbed Ye Cuo's fist with one hand, looked at Ye Cuo in a low voice, and said lightly: "Is your surname Ye?"

Ye Cuo struggled for a moment, and was horrified to find that his fist was gently held in his hand, seemingly without force, but it didn't move at all, no matter how Ye Cuo broke free, it was useless.

Ye Cuo was secretly frightened in his heart, and once again had a deeper understanding of the strength of this thousand-year-old family.

"Yes. ”

Nangong Qianqiu's misty eyes had a hint of brilliance, looked at Ye Cuo, and said, "Are you from Changbai Mountain?"

Ye Cuo shook his head: "I am a native of Yunhai. ”

Nangong Qianqiu stayed for a few seconds, and smiled dejectedly: "Yes, you don't look like her at all, and you don't look as good as her." ”

Ye Cuo couldn't cry or laugh.

At this time, on the other side of the Purple Bamboo Forest, a middle-aged man about the same age as Nangong Qianqiu walked out with a distressed face and said, "My flute, my flute!

This person walked out, saw Nangong Qianqiu, and said: "Brother Nangong, teach this kid a good lesson, his follower took my flute away." It was a fine purple bamboo flute, it took years to make, and it was taken away by that incomprehensible bastard, it was like a beautiful jade falling into the mud, it was really sad and painful!"

This man spoke in a crepe-clad tone, but unfortunately that angry and corrupt look ruined his literati temperament.

Nangong Zhan was also on the side at this time and said: "Yes, Uncle Seven, teach this kid a good lesson, he is not Sister Zhuyou's husband at all, nor is he Ah Li's father, he is obviously a liar, and he came to our Nangong family to deceive people." ”

Nangong Zhan was hoarse, and originally wanted Nangong Qianqiu to kill Ye Cuo.

However, after Nangong Qianqiu heard what happened, there was a sudden hint of strangeness in his eyes, and suddenly let go of Ye Cuo, turned around and walked away, and said in a low voice as if muttering to himself as he walked: "Don't be fated to ......"