As he walked towards the battlefield, Chen Can felt that he was dreaming, excited and nervous, his body trembled slightly, and his palms were covered with sweat, so that he had to hold the Luosang branches and his sword together with both hands, as if he was afraid that they would grow wings and run away.

Born in general, with ordinary qualifications, the cultivation path is bumpy, and his down-to-earth personality does not like to take risks, normally speaking, it is difficult for a monk like Chen Can to achieve much, but his luck is good, he stumbles, and always hangs at the end of the first echelon.

The echelon here refers to the same realm, for example, when he first started practicing, the sect master roughly divided the disciples of the same batch of beginners, and predicted that there should be eight people who would succeed in building the foundation first, Chen Can was not in this internal list at that time, but the result was a little unexpected, just the eighth.

After building the foundation, he continued to practice, and slowly Teng Teng reached the later stage, when several major sects competed to determine the qualification for a secret realm trial; Chen Can should have failed in the internal selection, but he had to withdraw due to the backlash of a participating senior brother's exercises, and ascended the throne as a substitute. After being selected, he was officially contested, and no one was optimistic about him to fill the number, but all the way down, there were always such and such strange things happening, and finally Chen Can won the seventh place, and the qualifications to participate in the trial happened to be seven.

It should be mentioned that Chen Can was bound to lose in the last battle, but when his opponent was meditating on Toutian, he suddenly felt the sign of breaking the realm, and his mind was turbulent, ♂ and the external demons invaded, and the Dao collapsed and died.

So Chen Can got the opportunity to try in the secret realm to help him get married, but the process was sinister, and he was not outstanding in all aspects, and he was considered to have little chance of surviving.

As expected, the secret realm was opened until it was closed, and the surviving disciples returned one after another, but Chen Can was nowhere to be seen, and seeing that the gate was about to be closed, just when everyone thought that this shit luck guy had finally come to an end, he stumbled out. When I inquired about the reason, I learned that Chen Canben was chased and killed by the murderous thing, but he never thought that the murderous thing would encounter a natural enemy, and he would find a chance to escape from the vicious fight between them.

What should I say?

At this point, the name of "Good Luck Chen" gradually became louder. Whoever sees him, the gaze will always look complicated.

On the bright side, such an experience makes it easy to give birth to fantasies such as "destiny" and "God's favor", but Chen Can is not stupid, he knows that this name is not boastful, he continues to practice with a stable nature, and he is down-to-earth and even a little trembling.

In fact, Chen Can is smarter than most people think, and he knows that others are right. It is true that he has come to this point because of his good luck, which means that if one day his luck is gone, his spiritual path will also come to an end, and he will be lost to everyone.

In this way, Chen Can worked diligently and steadfastly, hanging other people's butts all the way through Jiedan, Yuanying, and Huashen, and always maintained excellent luck.

Suddenly one day. Chen Can found himself standing on the pinnacle of the world, and was about to soar under the awe-inspiring and envious gaze of tens of millions of colleagues!

It's still hanging everyone's buttocks. is still good luck, Chen Can's mood is very different. He knew that he was about to go to a new and unfamiliar world, embark on a new www.biquge.info of Biqu Pavilion, and compete with more outstanding peers.

It's like a dream!

Looking back on the past, the five realms, Chen Can doesn't know how many outstanding people he has encountered. Unexpectedly, they all stopped halfway, separated by yin and yang. Many of them are better than Chen Can, many are harder than him, many have encountered more opportunities than him, and even some people. Chen Can felt that they had not made any mistakes in their lives, and the result was still miserable.

What does the future hold?

Is it still luck?

No, I can't!

Chen Can believes that there is no inexhaustible luck, and firmly believes that this is the correct attitude towards cultivation, and because of this, he can always be down-to-earth and diligent, and practice calmly when others talk about and envy his good luck. Now things are different, he will leave the world he knows, and his luck may or may be over at any time.

The state of mind is a strange thing, and so is the change of people, sometimes subtly, sometimes by ear, sometimes by chance, a temporary idea can completely change a life, an encounter can create a new path, and since then it is very different from the past.

Chen Can is like this, the moment he stepped on the ascension plate, Chen Can secretly swore in his heart that after today, he would take off the word "good luck".

He wants to change, he wants to work hard, he wants to take risks, he wants to fight, in short, he has to do a lot of things, he takes a completely different path.

He knew that he would go through a lot of hardships, but he believed that he was resilient enough that he was ready for setbacks and failures, even if he was not afraid of life or death. What he is about to do is no longer just practice, but a challenge to himself, and he doesn't want to be called "Good Luck Chen" again and live vigorously.

With this thought, Chen Can soared out of the human world and crashed headlong into the whirlpool of chaos.

The future is really infinitely exciting, but the reality is still so cruel. Since stepping on the land of wild spirits, Chen Can has not been able to dance the wind and clouds as he imagined, but has lost the ability to control his fate, and he is like a headless fly, and he can't help himself.

Fairy spirit training, mad spirit stone, the rest of the beast tide, the four clans chase and kill.

Immortal Spirit Palace, Six Clans, Crazy Spirit Land, Sixteen Su, Silver Dragon Xian, Tai Sui Lai.

In the past three hundred years, Chen Can has experienced ten times richer, more intense, and more wonderful than in the past thousand years, but none of them belong to him.

There was no time to think about it, and he was powerless to resist, Chen Can could only go with the flow, like a fallen leaf involved in a hurricane, seeing scenes that he had never dreamed of before, seeing so many inhuman people, and experiencing so many death-bound situations.

The next thing is even more outrageous, when the mad spirit land enters the world, the war between the two domains breaks out, and the world is turned upside down with a bang, and now it is actually in the underworld, side by side with the Golden Flower Judgment!

It is extremely exciting, but for Chen Can, this process is more like a dream, he is like a wild horse running wild from beginning to end, struggling, and there is no time to catch his breath from beginning to end. For example, before, Thirteen Lang decided to carry the realm into the underworld, and the mad spirit monk could choose whether to come or not at his own discretion, if others made a choice after comprehensive judgment, Chen Can's mind was blank, and he completely followed.

Compared with the experience of human cultivation, this feeling made Chen Can almost collapse several times, and he couldn't accept it at all, why did he pay ten times more effort than before, but the result was like this.

Is it because you don't get much?

No.

Chen Can knew in his heart that no matter who had such an experience as himself, he should feel lucky to be able to survive, and not only was he alive, but his cultivation had also improved much faster than before. Dasheng cultivates the upper realm.

This is an achievement that he never dreamed of, even when he was inspired, the highest goal set by Chen Can for himself was far lower than reality. It is worth mentioning that according to the realm, among the current group of mad spirit cultivators, Chen Can can no longer hang the tail of the first echelon as in the past. It is the head of the second echelon, and in terms of strength, his position is lower, not up or down, and 800 people are in the middle.

Should I be satisfied or happy?

Of course not.

He is still the good luck Chen in the past, when others called him so, he was either envious or in awe, in short, it must contain a meaning: I want to be a person like him.

Now the situation has completely changed, when someone familiar calls him that, just to amuse when he is bored. Just kidding.

It's just a joke!

Chen Can felt powerless, angry, and felt that life was worse than death; this anger had nothing to do with others, only hated himself for not being angry, and not being able to do better.

The results are similar, the difference lies in the process and mentality, Chen Can certainly thought about it, and found the reason.

He used to be. Keep your eyes on the person in front of you, and enjoy yourself.

Now he is not willing to be bland. The line of sight cannot be separated from the front row of the first row.

He hopes that he will be like Jia Cheng, Yan Shan, Ouyang, and Thirteen Lang

Some started at the same time, some of them practiced kendo, they worked harder than before, their good luck was still there, they didn't even make a mistake. Why is the distance getting bigger and bigger?!

Chen Lan, who is good at summarizing, once asked herself, is this kind of thinking wrong?

Of course not.

Hundreds of millions of sentient beings, everyone has had similar experiences, thoughts, resentment and unwillingness, everyone has had a difficult trek, and finally dissatisfied with the status quo, but has to settle for the status quo.

You. I, he, no exception.

"It must be done, it must be done!"

The vast majority of people who think this way have no way to change the status quo, or even have the opportunity to change it.

Chen Can waited for the opportunity.

After announcing the start of war, Yu Wei immediately issued an order, and in the face of that invincible swordsman, he fought on behalf of Ren Xiu.

Unlike those ghost things that don't know what's going on, Chen Can knew that this was what Thirteen Lang meant, and he even guessed its purpose: first, not to let the ghost king change his moves, and drag down this competition that shouldn't have been delayed but should be delayed now;

He wasn't sure if Shisanro had considered the third point: good luck Chen, good luck.

For Chen Can, this competition is extremely important, and its importance is not that he wins or loses, even life and death can be put aside, but that he needs the opportunity to prove to himself that he can do what only those extraordinary people can do.

You know, his opponent is Yokoyama!

If the mind is not strong, uncertain, and restless, and the body has nowhere to fall, it will be just a lump of meat that can talk and go.

It is very difficult to achieve this goal, Chen Can secretly swore in his heart while gathering mana.

"It has to be done. ”

Coming to Hengshan with his heart, Chen Can's mind couldn't be calm, but the hand holding the sword slowly became stable. In the end, it is sword cultivation, and it has been tempered for thousands of years, and when the battle is coming, even if the mood is still fluctuating, the body and hands still follow the habit to enter the trajectory.

Holding the sword to salute, drawing the sword to prepare for battle, Chen Can walked the junior salute, after doing this, he raised his head, facing Hengshan Fuji's eyes, and saw that the opponent did not draw the sword, and his expression was not special.

He just stood like this, watching, quietly waiting for his opponent to draw his sword.

Nirvana-level power, invincible vertically and horizontally, it is normal for Hengshan Fuji to have such an appearance, not to mention that the opponent is Chen Can, even if the backer king stands in front of him, it is difficult to move him.

Chen Can still felt a little uncomfortable. Because he knew very well that he had a great advantage, and with the same cultivation, the power of the mad spirit power sword was three points stronger than that of ordinary monks, and the other party not only needed to suppress the realm, but also had to face accidents.

He coughed and tried to suppress the tension, holding the branch in his left hand and the sword forward with his right hand.

"Please advise. ”

"Wait. ”

Before the sword came out, it came from behind the shouting itself, slightly hurried.

"Hengshan challenged the Eight Hundred Life Cultivators, but he was injured and sick, which was not conducive to a long-term battle, and if he wanted to see the sword intent in the world, he might as well use it directly and let him see it a few more times. ”

There are many inner meanings of these words, if you are willing to think about it, you can understand the deep taste from all angles, and it is also possible that the person who speaks is purely to disturb the line of sight and make those who love to think cranky, but its direct intention is obvious, it is to ask Chen Can not to fight, and directly split the sword to finish.

The cry came suddenly, and the result was even more unexpected, before the man finished speaking, Chen Can suddenly roared, and the thin sword was like a paintbrush, and in an instant, he drew a picture of the spring breeze and drizzle.

When people who don't know see this scene, they will definitely think that someone is playing a double reed with Chen Can, intending to create obstacles for Hengshan at the last moment and make him unprepared. Therefore, when Chen Can took out his sword, the sound of shouting around him was endless, and the group of ghosts looked at Hengshan a little nervously, worried about whether he would fall into the life cultivation plan and really fell into it.

Except for Thirteen Lang, Chen Can, or Yokoyama, who made the sound, no one knew the real reason. Halfway through hearing this, Chen Can already understood the meaning, and his heart seemed to have a pile of dry firewood that met Mars, and he was suddenly filled with shame and indignation. He knew that he was not in the best condition, and his wartime mind was not right, maybe because of this, Thirteen Lang would hurriedly open his mouth and let him withdraw in time.

Just like this, Chen Can would not disobey the order, but when he saw his opponent, Hengshan, who had been expressionless, seemed to move, and his expression was slightly sarcastic.

Not much, a little, enough.

"Roar!"

Spring breeze and rain, Chen Can has practiced all his life and has never changed the kendo exercises, his sword is very thin, the speed of dot painting is extremely fast, from the time the sword is out to the time when the words fall, three thousand silver filaments have been blowing with the breeze, there is no way to hide.

Maybe anger can really bring extra strength, the moment the sword is released, Chen Can knows that this is the best play, although it is contrary to the pre-formulated delay idea, but he is still very satisfied.

The best and most beautiful picture, the best and strongest sword.

Out of the sword, the best, the strongest, and the exhaustion, these processes are usually close together, and Chen Can is no exception, he immediately urged the cultivation and luck for three weeks to hold the Luosang branch, ready to release the sword.

At this time, Chen Can saw the opposite side, and Hengshan's gaze suddenly became sharp, as bright as a blade, so that people couldn't force their eyes.

Was Yokoyama angry? Or was he frightened by this sword and forced to use a killing move?

Will he defend, attack, how to carry the knife, will he be able to take it, will he die?

Chen Can is not afraid of death, he has made up his mind that he will radiate brilliance today.

Several thoughts flashed in an instant, Chen Can adjusted his breath as quickly as possible, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his hands suddenly lightened.

The sword is gone.

Luo Sang's branches, together with the thin sword, inexplicably broke away from the control and flew into the hands of the other party.

Here comes the knife.

Three thousand sword intent came out of his eyes, and Hengshan saw through the spring breeze and rain at a glance, and saw all and all the rain threads, three thousand swords.

Chen Can made a picture with a sword, tens of thousands of sword wires are still a sword, and Hengshan is a knife, a sword is broken, and after reading it, it is broken.

Broken clean, the blade is hidden, the force is not light or heavy, the number of times is not too much, it is just right.

The pain came.

Three thousand sharp pains came instantly, and it seemed that there was only one time; every time he broke a sword, Chen Can was hit hard, and three thousand times of blood spurted three liters, and he retreated three thousand zhang in a row.

Hurt body, hurt will, hurt soul, sad heart, the heaviest thing is sadness, blood rainbow bridge, at the end Chen Can looked sad and desperate, and let out a terrible wail.

"Ahh

He knew that he would no longer have good luck this time

(To be continued......)