The true spring water in the middle of the oasis was dingdong, quiet and peaceful, and the peach wood sword continued to tell Du Chen his story. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Obviously, his story is not so simple, it is all related to a teenager.

The phantom in the sword continues to change, and in the next shot, the boy has grown up and become a young man. His body is like a pine, like the sun, and his eyes are as bright as stars under his sword eyebrows.

The young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, standing in front of the mountain gate of the sect, the green clouds were floating by, his hair was flying, he was carrying a peachwood sword on his back, and he was about to travel far away with a storage space bag on his waist.

"Senior brother, after a long time, I'm afraid it will be indefinite, take care!"

"Take care, take care!"

Behind the young man were his senior brothers, who were not a few years older than him, watching him grow up since he was a child, cultivating and practicing together.

"Little junior brother, you are too strong, I think that when you first entered the master's sect, you could only do a little fur exercises, and you didn't understand the concept of cultivation, it has only been more than ten years, and you have already stood at the peak of the god refining period. The young man's elder brother sighed, but the youth in his eyes was still the active child at the beginning. The young man is a true genius, and the future is limitless, and now there is nothing left for the master to teach him, and he needs to go out on his own, or hone it, or worship a stronger sect.

"Senior brother, your memory is too bad, the little junior brother has already broken through the valley period!" Another senior brother hugged the young man with grievances, and then laughed, the look in his eyes was also full of reluctance.

A group of people talked and laughed, but the feeling of parting was still difficult to hide. The young man knows that the fairy world is big and the future is dangerous, and if he goes away, he may really have no chance to come back in this life.

"Or die in a foreign country, or become famous and return with honor!" The young man suddenly burst out with a roar, the master is his home, and he is really reluctant.

The long road is slow, and the roots lie in this.

"Okay, good, the boy has a future," said a white-haired old man who came from the mountain, the master of the preaching to the young people.

"Unfilial disciples, meet the master!" The young man bowed to the master from afar, and the reason why he said that he was not filial was because he had to travel far away and could no longer serve the teacher.

In the entire sect, only his master knew about the tragic events of his childhood, and it was also the master who helped him resolve the demons in his heart, so that he walked on the road of cultivation for so long.

"Get up. The old man was kind, bent down and stretched out his hand, and helped the young man up, "Now your cultivation is above me, the old man is ashamed, there is nothing to teach you, you are still young, you are going to go out, I can't bear to be a teacher." ”

The old man was full of doting on young people, but he knew that if he left young people in the door, it would only inhibit his future and development. Although it is said that after going out to the master's gate, the world is impermanent and full of dangers, but that is the path that the strong should take.

"The eagle will always return to the sky and fight the vastness. The white-haired old man, sent a message to the young man and looked at Qingyun.

Farewell is always short, and after the group says goodbye, the young people embark on a journey.

......

[Lingyun is ambitious to prepare for the future, and the young man is not afraid of difficult expeditions. ]

[The road to the green clouds is long, and there is no doubt that tomorrow will become an immortal!]

Then the pictures on the peachwood sword kept changing in various scenes, all of which were the scenery of young people who were far away from the school, day and night, and set foot on the road to becoming a strong man alone.

This road is not smooth, there is the Gobi Desert on the road, the young people met the robbers, the robbers all practiced strange skills, wanted to subdue the young people, for them to die, the young people would rather die than obey, and the robbers in the fight, almost died, and finally unyielding defeated all the robbers, also all wounded.

Then in the sea of sniping, the young man plunged into the sea, and in order to find the sea god pearl, he fought with the ten whales who had the overlord of the sea.

Madman Swamp, Scarlet Blood Mountain, Fountain of Spiritual Power......

When the young people were in the valley period, they walked through one dangerous place after another and experienced one big war after another.

Every place is the experience of a young man, and every challenge is the accumulation of his experience.

He is a genius of cultivation, and he has broken through to the middle of the Bigu period in more than ten years, and he has been able to compete with the monks at the peak of the Bigu period in terms of strength.

"He's really good. Jumping out of the scene, Du Chen commented.

"This young man has walked the road of others for hundreds of years in ten years, and only such a person has the opportunity to become the leader of this generation in the fairy world. "Du Chen understands the situation in the immortal realm very well, young people develop according to this momentum, and after being tempered, they will definitely be able to become a strong party, and then ascend to the altar.

"You're very leisurely and elegant, and you seem to read stories like this often?" said Momoki Jian with interest, "Now for the main point." ”

"Oh?" Du Chen raised his eyebrows, such a story is naturally watched often, American dramas and movies are his favorites, and then he concentrated on returning to the phantom of the peach wood sword.

......

"Hahahaha, look at that young man, holding a peachwood sword, he wants to challenge the Golden Sword King!" This time the scene focused on the phantom was a ring, with thousands of empty alleys, thunderous drums, and hundreds of ten-meter-high red pennants fluttering in the wind.

"That's the arena where the Hundred Clans compete for hegemony, and the winner can get the qualification to enter the Hundred Clans City. The peach wood sword voiced and said to Du Chen. Du Chen just listened to the name of the Hundred Clans Battle, and he could understand that it must be a very high level ring, as for what the Hundred Clans City is, let's find out later.

"Get down, boy, dare to come to the ring before the smell of milk is dry!" shouted a bird-clansman, who instigated a pair of golden feathers with extraordinary momentum.

"You don't deserve to compete with the Golden Sword King!"

"Get down!"

There are more and more people who cheer for young people, the Golden Sword King has been famous for a long time, and there are many supporters and followers, in their eyes, the Golden Sword King is invincible, how can he be defeated by a young man.

When the ring began, the drums stopped and there was silence.

"Mao boy, suffer death!" The Golden Knife King stared at the young man, the golden knife was pulled out, and after the sprint, it was the action of raising his hand and chopping.

The young man was not afraid, picked up the peachwood sword, and defeated the enemy with soft force. The body of the peachwood sword was attached to the golden sword, and it followed the momentum of the golden knife and rose up.

"Hmph. The young man smiled, this Golden Sword King was nothing more than that, blocking the Golden Sword King's attack, he didn't stop, a sword continued, picked the Golden Sword King's palm, and dodged his weapon from the Golden Sword King's hand.

When, when, when.

The young man threw the golden knife on the ground with a crisp sound, all this happened so fast that the Golden Sword King could not react, and in an instant his weapons were taken away.

"Not only is the practice clumsy, but people are so stupid and slow to react. "This is the semi-finals of the Hundred Races Ring, which is to compete for a place in the finals, and the young man didn't expect the opponent to be so stupid.

"Ahh

"I won. There was no joy or sorrow on the young man's face, this time in the ring of the hundred tribes, he was a dark horse, overcoming thorns and thorns, and looking at everything.

Every fight was easy, but he didn't know that the real challenge would be his final.

(To be continued)

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