Lin Yi went to ask Jian Feng like this.

As soon as he entered the peak, Lin Yi chose a mountain to concentrate on cultivation and never showed up again.

The sun rises and sets, winter goes to spring, time passes slowly, a year flies by, the turmoil of the enrollment of the disciples of the Eighteen Peaks has slowly faded, not many people talk about it anymore, and Lin Yi, who is the first freshman, is gradually forgotten.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and there are talents from generation to generation.

There will never be a shortage of geniuses in the rivers and lakes, amazing and gorgeous, and talented people are always emerging in an endless stream, going forward one after another.

Lin Yi, who was not a top cultivator, was drowned in the vast amount of time.

Until one day, I don't know how long it has been, maybe thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years, the same era Zhao Lin'er, Chi Bing, and Bai Qianxun have all returned from old age, and Yanjianmen ushered in a catastrophe for the sect.

It was an incomparably powerful enemy, and without even seeing a human figure, the contemporary sect master of the Yan Sword Sect had already vomited blood, and all the disciples of the sect were terrified and at a loss.

With wanton laughter, the disciples in the Yanjian Sect fell one by one, the Elder Deacon Sect vomited blood one after another, and the Yanjian Sect was about to be destroyed.

At this moment, the back mountain of Yanjian Gate, which had been sealed in the dust for thousands of years, suddenly exploded.

A young man who is like a bright moon and smiles like a spring breeze comes out.

"The world is out of my generation, and the years urge you to enter the rivers and lakes," the young man whispered softly, and the sky and earth quietly changed color.

The wanton laughter came abruptly, turning into frightened screams, and the fallen disciples stood up again one by one, smiling and laughing.

The sect master's injuries were all recovered, and in shock, he rushed together with a group of elders.

Respectfully bowed, and asked the young man if he was the ancestor of the ancient legends of the sect.

The young man shook his head silently, quietly looked around, and the entire Yan Sword Gate was clear to his chest, and then let out a sigh.

"Neither things nor people. ”

After speaking, the young man's figure began to fade, and finally disappeared into the vast mountains.

Later, some people in the world asked the ancestor for his name, and said that Lin Yilin's ancestor was also!

End of book!

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