On the Immortal Mountain, there is a noble sword pavilion.

There was a white-clothed figure slowly walking out at this moment, followed by a little fox beside him.

There was a sound of sword roaring, and the entire disciples on the sword mountain were trembling at this moment.

The white-clothed figure finally walked out of the attic at this moment, and the sound of talking outside fell into his ears at this moment, making him sigh softly, and there was a slight helplessness in his eyes.

Is it that terrible to be yourself?

However, his sigh and helplessness fell in the eyes of the rest of the people, especially those female disciples, but they were a little distracted.

Because he was born so extraordinary.

In this Xianxia world, there are countless handsome people, and you can use spells to conjure up any kind of face you want.

But temperament cannot be disguised.

In the Xiuzhen Alliance, there are countless sect disciples, in fact, their appearance is not bad, all of them are dignified, and they look like upright people, which perfectly fits the appearance of the disciples of the Xianmen.

But Ye Wuwu is not so.

His appearance can not be described as handsome, and it can even be said that he crushed all the rest of the disciples, but ......

But in the wrong direction.

Unlike other disciples, in addition to his handsome appearance that crushed others, Ye Wuwu was more of an evil spirit.

Yes, although he is eight feet tall, dressed in a white robe, the jade tree is in the wind, and he is graceful, looking like Pan An.

But in the eyes, as well as on the face, and even up and down the body, between the gestures, there is a trace of uninhibited wildness, the eyes are usually fine, but when you laugh, it is evil and awe-inspiring.

To put it simply, ordinary handsome guys are handsome girls, so Ye Wuwu is a handsome yuppie.

Maybe it's because at ordinary times, these immortal disciples are already a little aesthetically tired of looking at all kinds of immortal faces, and when they look at Ye Wuwu at this moment, they all have a touch of strangeness in their eyes.

There was a new disciple who entered the door, muttering at this moment.

"This, is this the senior brother, it's too handsome, but what does it feel weird?"

"Senior brother is good-looking, but how did he be born like a person in the Demon Sect? This look is too evil. ”

Ye Wuwu glanced around again, listened to everyone's discussions, and shook his head helplessly.

A sword light flashed under his feet, and then the whole person turned into a long rainbow and disappeared.

At his feet, only the discussions of many disciples remained.

"Where are you going, brother?"

"Don't you know, it's common for senior brother to go out for a walk every time he goes out for a long time after he goes out."

"I see."

Ye Wuwu walked with a sword, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he quickly flew away from the sect.

The reason why he chose to retreat all year round is because of his appearance and temperament.

On the one hand, it was to leave some opportunities for his junior disciples to let the female disciples look at him a few times.

On the other hand, it was his appearance that always made him feel that he was too ostentatious.

After all, his appearance and temperament don't seem to match the righteous path of Xianmen at all.

Ye Wuwu remembered that he was still very cute when he was a child, why did he grow up like this?

He's afraid to reveal his true identity!

Because he is an undercover agent of the Demon Cult.

Even if he was reluctant, there was a demonic seed in his body that he didn't know what it was.

In fact, just because of his appearance and temperament, no one has doubted that he is a member of the Demon Sect over the years.

But without exception, they were refuted by many disciples and elder sect masters.

Here's their answer.

"Go, go, go cool, have you ever seen an undercover agent of the Demon Sect dare to swagger like this in decency? It's not all hidden, disguised as a sanctimonious person, like Ye Wuwu, who writes me as a demon on his face, but it can't be an undercover agent of the Demon Sect. ”

"If anyone dares to be so swaggering, then he must be a Shabi."

The Great Elder of the White Cloud Sword Sect replied with a straight face.

Although Ye Wuwu was very grateful to them at the time, he always felt a little weird.

Walk with the sword and walk a hundred miles.

He flew into a wooded area and lowered the little fox that had been lying on his shoulder, allowing it to play on its own.

Immediately, Ye Wuwu no longer resisted the sword, but walked towards a cliff in the distance.

There was no one by his side, and there was nothing left, only a long sword of cultivation.

It was a long way to the cliff, and he walked slowly.

The road is long, and only the sword is the companion.

As he walked, there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

This is a world of Xianxia.

It has been fifteen years since I crossed over and stepped into the monastic path.

He Ye Wuwu, and because of his extremely high talent, he naturally became the senior brother of that sect recruiting new people.

It is precisely because of his extremely high cultivation talent and increasingly handsome face that he has gained the support of a large number of disciples.

The division of cultivation is divided into qi refining, foundation building, golden pill, yuan infant, transformation of gods, enlightenment, feathering, crossing tribulation, and ascending immortals......

Further up, it is a real immortal, and Ye Wuwu doesn't know yet.

Fifteen years of cultivation allowed him to temporarily reach the late stage of foundation building, and he was only one step away from Jindan.

This is already extremely fast, looking at it, the entire sect has the same batch of disciples as him, and only one person has the same realm as him.

Even the master who has practiced for five hundred years, Baiyun Sword has only reached the transformation of the gods.

Of course, all of this, in addition to his own talent, is also related to that demonic path seed.

The demon pill left behind after the death of the great demon of the god realm is used as a medium, which is not an ordinary chance.

Ye Wuwu walked on the mountain road and suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Archive."

Fifteen years have also made Ye Wuwu vaguely know some things.

For example, when he first came to this world, he was slapped to death by Dugu Xuan of the Demon Sect, and then he was resurrected as if he had gone back in time.

He didn't have any cultivation speed against the sky, and he didn't have any magical old man's help, but Ye Wuwu was very satisfied with this.

Death backtracking.

That's what makes him special.

This ability can't improve Ye Wuwu's cultivation speed, and it can't help him fight, but it gives Ye Wuwu the capital to survive.

The only fly in the ointment is that except for the first one, if you want to use it at the rest of the time, you have to archive it in advance.

The time of the archive is one year, and once you unfortunately die, as long as it is not more than one year away from the archive, you can go back to the time line of the archive.

Moreover, there can only be one archive, so every time you archive, you have to choose carefully.

It was noon, and the sun was warm and fierce, and it was very vicious and irradiating everything.

Ye Wuwu finally walked the whole mountain road and came to this cliff.

On the side of the mountain cliff, there is an old man standing with his hands in his hands.