There are immortals in the primeval world, Xuantian is one and ten thousand races are numerous, and the dragon soars to the secluded.

There are misdeeds in the sky, secret disasters, and countless deaths.

Xuantian is divided into seven states, and the legacy is born and fights for it.

And then the human race was established, and there were few races, and there were one or two.

There is a natural spirit in the world, and there are different opinions, and the dragon is also in the forefront!

From ancient times, immortals were destroyed, and spirits were destroyed, and the cause was unknown.

So far, the people who ascended to the immortal are also legends, but there are very few!

Chi Sansan looked at Fang Shisan and smiled secretly, "Apprentice, do you want to tell you a story for your teacher?"

When Fang 13 heard the story, he had a headache and didn't say anything about watching the old man on the road, he said that he had never heard him say a good story since he was a child.

Fang 13 shook his head and said, "Master, I don't listen to your chicken feathers and cork things, if you want to say, you can tell it to go." Fang Thirteen pointed to the corner of the door.

Where did Chi Sansan's eyes look, a dysentery dog who knew at a glance that it was malnourished and didn't know how many layers of hair had faded, lying in the corner and spitting out his big tongue, staring at Chi Sansan's ass with a fine sweat panting.

Chi San's head tilted, a light flashed between his fingers, and suddenly the dog was gone!

But then, before the tavern knew it, the screams of a young girl came from the room.

Fang Shisan gave him a blank look, just chase the dog, and do something that doesn't get out of his nature by the way.I'm afraid that the drunkard has already seen other girls take a bath.In Fang Shisan's mind, he will never forget the appearance of the drunkard peeking at Xu Fengzhi taking a bath.

"Apprentice, just listen to the teacher, you can't let the teacher swallow it, if that's the case, there will be nothing to do for the teacher" Chi Sannian said helplessly.

Chi Sansan felt that his apprentice was just a turtle, and how many people in the world wanted to hear the stories he told, but he was fortunate to be as long as he heard himself say that he wanted to tell a story from childhood to adulthood, it was like encountering a ghost.

Fang Thirteen remembered a sentence, but he couldn't remember it, but he just thought it was good, the truth was right, and it was even more wrong to put it on the drunkard! Just like that dog, if he couldn't provoke him, he would go far, and if he couldn't do it, he would follow the hair.

"Drunkard, you can say it, I'll listen to it as much as I can," Fang Shisan said with a bitter face as helpless as he could.

Chi three years of shooting, the wine glass on the table turned, not a drop of wine was spilled, but it was drunk by the drunkard, but looking at this appearance, it is a bit like the book said, the belly is full of the spirit of the people who eat all over the world with an iron mouth.

"Okay, apprentice, listen up!"

Chi Sannian put on a posture to break away from the black robe, pulled his hair twice, and even wiped a few mouthfuls of saliva to start.

"The world began at the beginning, and people have not yet entered one of the seven thousand great names, and immortals have not yet begun, and they do not know the way of cultivation.

Only know the taste of food, strengthen its body, do not know that it has a soul.

Pawn!"

Fang Thirteen was confused when he heard this, waiting for Chi Sannian to tell the follow-up story, and after waiting for a few breaths, he suddenly reacted and said in shock: "That's it!"

The three-year-old god of Chi nodded and said slowly: "I haven't heard of it, and he died?"

Fang Thirteen wanted to kill him, and he had the heart to kill him. Pawn, pawn your grandmother's leg. A dead unknown white man still said such an inky and ancient style, isn't he sick! If he hadn't known a long time ago, if the drunkard was not drunk, he would really think that he was going drunk.

Chi Sannian was still the same pretended Immortal Wind Dao Gu, looked at Fang Thirteen indifferently and said, "Apprentice, what can you realize?"

"I understand your grandmother's legs," he swore never to listen to a drunkard again, picked up the hilt of his sword and struck it.

It may be that the story of the unknown person who died in those three or two sentences is really intriguing.

Chi Sannian opened his eyes and said, "You really don't understand?"

Fang Thirteen tilted his head to the side, as for the sword that no one wanted if he thought it was sold, he just let it go...

Chi three years of a serious has never been a good thing, and this kind of sudden inexplicable and meaningless seriousness is the most helpless and disgusting, at this time Chi three years in the eyes of his thirteen apprentices, has been from the same image as the leprosy dog, although it is not good, but the degree of can still see in an instant fell to the category of neuropathy or stupidity, uh.

Fang Thirteen didn't want to pay attention to him at all, how could he answer?

Chi Sansan looked at the thirteen apprentices who had already tilted their heads in half, "That's it, if you don't understand, forget it."

Chi had a few traces of seriousness that he had managed to do in the third year, but when he arrived, he was still broken by Fang Thirteen, and he couldn't continue, but he turned the tattered sword from Fang Thirteen's hand with two fingers and crossed it into his hand.

There were more inexplicable eyes in his eyes looking at the sword he took from Fang Thirteen's hand, and then he said to Fang Thirteen: "Thirteen, how about I discuss with you for the teacher?"

Fang Thirteen knew that there was nothing good,

Glancing at him, he said angrily: "Let's go"

Chi Sannian casually pulled out a section of the sword body and looked at the rusty spots, sighed and closed his eyes,

"Apprentice, how long have you been giving this sword to your teacher?"

Fang Thirteen thought of this and felt ridiculous, how could he not have a sword when he said that he was a sword cultivator, and he said that he would give himself a sword that was the most precious sword in the world.

Take yourself to the road is also tattered, there is also a piece of wood missing the mountain gate, pick up the robe is a kick over, the door fell down, but there is nothing, he touched his head again as if thinking about something, left look, and turned over. Tear down half of the wall, and finally take out a hoe from the backyard and dig out a tattered sword handle that is on the edge of the door under the corner of the door, pull it out and say, "That's it".

Thrown into his own hands, this handle is clearly a rotten treasure that he took to the top door panel...

If I didn't want to kill someone, I probably wouldn't even think of this rotten sword that I stuck in the kitchen as a burning stick.

But now that I think about it, it's been six, seven, or eight years.

Fang Thirteen, without speaking, stretched out his hand to reveal a few fingers and gestured a few times, Chi Sanxian understood and said abruptly: "It turns out that it has been so long."

Then he continued: "Apprentice, how about borrowing your sword for a few days?"

Fang Thirteen didn't take such a sword seriously in his heart, even if he lost it, he wouldn't feel distressed, but there was one thing he felt strange.

He had never seen a drunkard use a sword, not even when he was teaching himself those crappy and ugly swordsmanship!

He turned around and asked, "Hey, drunkard, what do you want a sword for?"

Chi Sannian smiled mysteriously, put the sword back into the scabbard and said, "I want to know, I can't tell you!"

It is undeniable that Fang Thirteen had long thought of what he would say, and he didn't expect him to say it, and it wasn't a matter of answering questions from him at first, so he simply didn't say it, but Fang Thirteen still asked, maybe it was a habit.

"However, I can show you the true face of this sword!" Chi said for the first time in three years.

didn't wait for Fang Thirteen to speak.

Chi Sannian held the hilt of the sword, his eyes lit up, the sword light was cold, and a dazzling light flashed in front of Fang Thirteen, and Fang Thirteen regretted it.

He saw a real sword, the same sword that the drunkard had told him about, the kind of sword he had imagined, though for a moment the light that had vanished was restored to its original form.

At that moment, in his heart, he decided that his rotten sword was a sword!

But what they didn't expect was that the sword had a spirit!

In that instant, the sword killed someone.It wasn't Chi Sansan's killing according to the meaning of the sword.It was this sword.Chi Sansan's knowledge of the power of this sword.He didn't dare to use the sword.The rust on the sword was the seal he had exhausted countless methods, and what he didn't expect was that the sword spirit had a grudge and would kill the most basic truth.

Despite the deliberate control he had, the sword killed people.

It was impossible to kill Fang Thirteen, and a bloody light appeared behind Fang Thirteen, as brilliant as a flower.

Li Sandan never imagined that his cultivation path would stop in such a small tavern.

He died, died inexplicably, just such a sword light, even he didn't see it clearly, and died.

However, I have heard people say that if a person dies too quickly, he will not feel pain, and it is true that he does not feel pain, it is really too fast.

He had also heard that when a person died, he could see his life, he didn't know, he didn't die.

But at the moment of death, he saw the appearance of the woman who had been stabbed in the chest with his own hand, and the beggar who had cheated him of half of his life savings.

Finally, he saw the worn-out cultivator's manual flash in front of his eyes.

He smiled

He deserved to die that night, but he lived a few more years of vanity and harmed many people.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of the mouth on the head rolling on the ground.

Chi Sannian ran away with Fang Thirteen, and responded to his famous saying, run away if you can't figure it out.

Fang Thirteen finally knew until now that drunkards would kill people, but the dead were really wronged!