On the wide horse path that runs through the Lotus Empire and the Principality of Narcissus, a team of two people and three beasts is moving slowly, and the speed is almost like a snail's speed.

The reason why this team is so slow is because of the shirtless man at the front of the team.

This person swayed three times, as if he was walking extremely sassy, his steps were slow, and his sideburns were even more messy.

The crying and mourning face, his face was even more haggard, and the face was covered with dust, making him look like a bad old man who was dozens of years old.

This person's steps were frivolous and swaying, as if he had drunk too much wine, and he staggered as if he was about to fall to the ground, and Hu Daxian who looked behind him was speechless and rolled his eyes for a while.

This man was shirtless, and his snow-white skin was as attractive as a big girl, but his snow-white skin had been tanned red in the sun, as if there were some thumb-sized bubbles in some places on his back, and it seemed that this person had been exposed to the summer sun for a long time.

Look at the man's back, there are not only thumb-sized bubbles on it, but also marks of horsewhipping. The marks of the whip were slightly oozing with blood, but there was no place for bleeding, and it seemed that the force of the person who made the whip was very appropriate, and it was in the strength of the man's body.

The lower body of this person is a set of bright silver-gray battle robes, this battle robe and the upper body of the battle armor were originally a set of armor battle clothes, and now due to the lack of upper armor, this lonely battle robe is worn on this person, it looks somewhat funny, after all, this person's skin is too white, white like the jade of pure yang, the snow of winter.

However, if you look closely at this person with very white skin, you will find that this person is quite young, and his age should not be more than thirty years old, but he seems to have suffered from wind and frost at the moment, and his uncared appearance looks very old.

Holding a silver-gray spear in his hand, he struggled forward. The spear seemed to be so heavy that he had to drag it off the ground as he walked around to reduce its gravity.

But as soon as the spear was carried away, a whip would be drawn at his back.

"Smack!", as the silver-gray spear landed on the ground again and was dragged away by the man, the whip whip that was very accurate and fast as the wind reappeared, and after the whip was whipped, a roar of hatred for iron and steel sounded from behind the man.

"Ask Cangtian, you said that you want to worship this great immortal as a teacher, and this great immortal will not be able to accept you at all, because your strength is very low, do you know? As a seven-foot man, your strength can even torture you to death as a child, are you embarrassed to wander around the mainland?"

"Hehe, let's go back to your palace obediently!

"Don't follow this great immortal anymore, and say what kind of divination and astrology to learn, heh, now you are such an uncompetitive person, you can't even accept this great immortal's small body forging whip, let alone learn any spells!"

"Ask Cangtian, this great immortal will tell you honestly, even if this great immortal has any earth-shattering spells, this great immortal will not teach you this kind of lazy waste! ”

This Hu Daxian looked at the sky who was dragging a hundred refining steel guns and asked Cangtian to be angry, this guy just said that his strength was so low that it was because he didn't work hard in the past, as long as he followed himself to ensure how hard he would work hard, he was soft-hearted and promised to give him a chance to be his disciple.

But I can't think that his strength is so low that heaven and earth can't tolerate it! And now, he is so lazy and unwilling to suffer, he is simply a waste, a rotten wood!

As the old saying goes: "Rotten wood must be broken, not carved!"

Thinking of this, Hu Daxian's heart was steaming with anger, as if thousands of anger could not be vented, in this anger, Hu Daxian couldn't help but ask himself, could it be that in the vastness of this Rose Continent, is this the will of heaven?

Providence makes people, isn't the slaughter of the previous life enough? When will this slaughter end?

After Ragnarok, at the top of the war of all gods, who will be the hero and hegemon of the tens of millions of rivers and mountains in the future?

Just ask how many worlds in the universe, which heroic hero can carry the 10,000-pound beam?

When the same enemy is hated and all demons dance together, who can walk in the supreme realm?

Now, when you ask the sky, although it has the wonderful inheritance of that person, it has not been stimulated, so it is not a climate, it is simply a waste of rotten wood.

That person, although you have elegant Hunan lines, peerless beauty, control the origin of life, between the blossoming and losing of flowers, but after all, you have passed away in the mortal world, in this life and this life, why do you want to participate in this cycle of endless suffering?

"Han Lian doesn't need to be haired, how can it be like a flower. The neon clothes dance in the air, dancing to the west of the sun. ”

That person, although you have been alone for a few years, you can't withstand the changes of time after all.

I cried, laughed, and watched everything. The red dust is rolling, the heart is worried, who is quiet in the wind and waves and lonely cold, and the mood is lonely?

That person, do you know, the red face is empty, and the remnants of the dream are faintly gone. Over the years, it should be a good day and a good time, but unfortunately, the world is changeable, and the past is shattered!

But you, Wanqiu Shuyuan is so charming, with a smile and a smile. After all, the resentment fills the chest, and the time is lost, and the warmth and picturesqueness of the past can never be returned.

The green plum wine cellar can no longer make the dark fragrance of the past

The courtyard is lonely, the moon and the stars are bright, who burns out a lamp like a bean, and paints the qin? Who gets lost in the ink painting, tears and breaks his bowels and walks alone in the world?

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. After watching the wind and rain, he hated the morning and the flowers and resented the autumn, as if he was drunk in a dream, and only fell into sorrow.

Is that person still alive?Ask the heavens who this man is?Is he your successor, or is he your future incarnation?Why does he have three personalities?When will you appear?

How should I, who is like a spark at this moment, help him turn this spark into a prairie fire?

Although that person, Hu Daxian, doesn't know where you are now, but in the reincarnation of this life, you and I will eventually meet, or fight!

Putting away the ethereal infinite emotion in his heart, Hu Daxian's handsome face smiled slightly, as if he had seen through something, his eyes closed slightly, and he sighed deeply a few times, and the helplessness and sadness in his mind spread infinitely in the summer breeze, disappeared, and disappeared.

"Hehe, if you can't stand the suffering, don't want to become a person of the world, a powerful person in the world! Ask the sky, now, you can untie the Zhangba snake spear on your body, you can go! Just like you and I have never met!"

Hu Daxian, who was riding on the delicate donkey, closed his eyes tightly, his face was full of disappointment and melancholy, his expression was indifferent like the cold snow in winter, and a pair of jade hands that looked like women held a horsewhip and kept shaking, and said coldly and sarcastically to the question in front of the team.

At this moment, although Hu Daxian is still wearing a strange robe where black and white runes intersect, but the appearance of the fairy wind and bones on his body has completely disappeared at some point, and the mourning meaning exuded by his body is like a great sorrow between heaven and earth, and the canvas hanging in the air is better like the fallen leaves of autumn trees, lonely and slow, making the atmosphere of this space very depressing, making people a little breathless.

Hu Daxian's whole face was gloomy, his eyes were closed, as if he was really angry, and he seemed to have some kind of inexplicable disappointment in asking Cangtian.

"Daxian will give me another chance, one last time! Believe me, I will never give up easily when I ask Cangtian!"

The shirtless asked Cangtian, first pursed his dry lips with his tongue, and then said a sentence in his throat almost on fire.

Although he was whipped again by Hu Daxian on the back, Cangtian did not roar angrily, but promised Hu Daxian something very seriously, as if asking Cangtian that this product was very under-pumped at the moment, and pleaded with Hu Daxian with a longing face.