A peach orchard, peach blossoms are in full bloom, like a peach-colored world. A black-haired man dressed in plain clothes walked over, his face was handsome, and there was a faint imperial aura on his body, holding a purple sword, and walking towards the depths of the peach orchard.

In the peach orchard, there is a crystal coffin, and there is a woman lying in it, she is extremely watery and lovable, but her lower abdomen is stained with blood, which looks a little trembling. The man walked over, holding the coffin with his right hand, his eyes were frustrated and full of love, looking at the woman in the coffin who had passed away, and said faintly: "Zijin, the peach blossoms have bloomed this year, but you can't see it." I don't know if two years have passed, and you have slept well?"

Five years ago.

A young man in a black cloth robe, about seventeen years old, sat on a high platform, the platform was a hundred zhang high, and under the stage was a blood altar, I don't know its depth, the blood and water were mixed thickly, and the slightest fishy smell could be faintly smelled, in addition, it seemed to contain a strong vitality.

At this time, the young man sat on the edge of the high platform, his legs hanging down. His face was dizzy with wine, he drank a pot of turbid wine, looked at the blood jar under him with frustrated eyes, and when the young man shook the wine jug to make sure that the jug was empty, he threw the jug behind him at will, and then jumped down.

"With your qualifications, you still want to fight for the dragon god position?" "Don't embarrass the dragon clan. ”

"Lord Duan was such a heroic dragon who gave birth to such an unbearable son!"

"To be honest, his physique is very much beyond the reach of a dragon. ”

The young man's body fell sharply downward, and he closed his eyes lightly, thinking back to what had happened before. He is Duan Chen, the son of Ryuji, and his status is noble. However, the creation makes people, his father is capable, but he is a waste who is not even a complete dragon vein, this can't be blamed entirely on himself, who called his mother a mortal, for seventeen years, he never gave up on himself, cultivation is not good, he worked hard to refine the body, and cultivated to the point of invulnerability, others said when they saw it, 'Long Si has a son with a good physique', although it is a good word on the surface, but in fact, it is sarcastic that he is a waste who can't cultivate!

If it was the same as before, others would have vaguely sarcastic about him, until one day, his father was seriously injured and died. Since then, others have looked down on him, ridiculed him, and laughed at him, but he didn't care. Finally, when it came to the competition for the dragon god position, he himself advanced to the top 100 with his tough physique, but in the end, an opponent only used a magic skill that he did not know about, and he beat his proud physique to the end, and he finally realized how ridiculous and small he was. My father is dead, my mother is mortal, and she has already crossed into the six realms of reincarnation, what else is there in this world that I am nostalgic for?

"The Dragon Altar is a place to execute the deviant people in the clan, it is rumored that once you enter the blood pool, your soul will be destroyed, and I hope that the next life will not be so unbearable" Duan Chen held his reincarnated heart and let his body fall towards the terrifying Dragon Altar, his face was like wax, and his heart was like a lonely thing. "Poof!"

"Hey, wake up, wake up!" A woman's crisp voice like a jade bead was calling Duan Chen's hazy consciousness, he could hear someone in the outside world calling him, but he couldn't wake up, his whole body was weak, it was something pressing on him, and he felt that he was lying on a bed, very soft, very comfortable, I really didn't want to get up, I thought it was a woman's incense couch, "Grandpa Qi, you are here." "It looks like someone has entered the house," the woman said.

The old man walked slowly into the room with a cane and asked, "Well, isn't this young man all right?" His voice was pale and sang, but it was very strong and powerful, and he should be a person of good physique. "His face is ruddy, his pulse is stable, and his injuries are nine points better, so it stands to reason that it is not a problem to wake up, I don't know why he is still asleep?" replied the woman, shaking her head, and from her tone she could hear a lot of doubt. "I'll see. The old man slowly approached Duan Chen, grabbed his left hand with his backhand, buckled his index finger and middle finger on his wrist, and after one or two pulses, he said in his heart: "The pulse is calm and gentle, not floating or sinking, not slow or counting, not fine and not flooding, the rhythm is even, it is the sign of the constant pulse, but if you look closely at the internal organs, they are all injured, it should be caused by fighting with people, if you let it fall asleep, it is not conducive to recovery, it is not as good" Thinking of this, the old man immediately put down Duan Chen's arm, and immediately performed a set of wonderful techniques, dotting and dotting on Duan Chen's body in several places, and finally merged his index finger and middle finger, pointed towards his temple, and said, "Wake up!"

Duan Chen felt as if the back of his head was stimulated by cold water at this time, and he opened his eyes suddenly. "Where is this?" Duan Chen looked at the row of wooden roofs above his head, "Isn't it the Dragon Palace?" "Hey, boy, what Dragon Palace, this is my home!" The woman pinched her waist and said angrily, It's good to save you, and I still fantasize about what palace palace I am. Duan Chen turned his head and saw a young girl and an elder next to him, and quickly sat up.

"Wake up, young man. The old man stroked his beard and smiled. The smile is as kind as it gets. Duan Chen touched the back of his head and said, "Old man, you saved me." "I wasn't the one who saved you. The old man smiled, pointed to the girl next to him, and said, "It was Zijin who found you lying on the ground when he was collecting medicine on the mountain and brought you back." "On the mountain, didn't I fall off the altar of the dragon? Why did I run to the mountain again?" Duan Chen frowned slightly, and suddenly his eyes flickered, and he found that the girl was pouting, and his nose was full of air, and he realized that he had been ignoring this girl since he woke up, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, thank you girl this time." "Hmph. The girl pinched her waist and twisted her head to the side, "Now that you're awake, get up, I don't want to sleep on the floor anymore, and I have new clothes to change into by myself." With that, he walked out.

"Ugh." Duan Chen was speechless for a while, where did he provoke her. Seeing Duan Chen like this, the old man said to him: "Childe, don't look at Zijin's temper, in fact, she has a very good heart, she has been taking care of you these days, in order to make you hurt quickly, she went everywhere to collect medicine, and also gave you the bed and slept on the ground by herself." "That's right. According to what the old man said, she is really a kind girl, but no matter how you look at this old man's eyes, she doesn't feel quite right, not like she is simply explaining to herself, but like gloating and saying, boy, you are in trouble.

"No matter, let's go back and thank her again. Duan Chen thought to himself, as if he remembered something, and asked randomly, "Old man, what kind of place is this, it always feels different from my hometown." The old man put down his crutches and replied, "This is Zhong Ling Mountain, in the west of the northern country. "Zhong Lingshan, Northern Country, where is this, I can't cross over, right?" Duan Chen was confused, the dragon clan before him was named after dragons everywhere, such as the White Dragon Palace, the Blue Dragon Palace or something. "I wonder where my son's house is?" the old man asked. "Long Xuanyue!" Duan Chen originally wanted to talk about the Dragon Palace, but it is estimated that even a mortal will not understand it, and Xuanyue is the habitat of the Dragon Clan, and people on the continent should know it.

"Xuanyue, forgive the old man for being shallow, where is this on the mainland?" the old man obviously hadn't heard of it. "It's over!" Duan Chen thought to himself, if he didn't even know what Xuan Yue was, either the old man had lived such a long time in vain, or he had crossed by himself, "Crossing and crossing, can there be any individual dramas?" Duan Chen really didn't want to say anything, but after thinking about it, in fact, this is not bad, he has suffered a lot of ridicule in the Dragon Clan, and it may be his best fate to come here?

If it comes, it will be safe. Duan Chen didn't take this too seriously, anyway, he didn't have any nostalgia in the Dragon Clan, and now what he had to do was to figure out what this world was.

"Old man, my hometown is too remote and I have little contact with the world, so it's reasonable that you don't know. Duan Chen casually made up the reason, but it was reasonable, and it fully explained the reason why he was not familiar with this world, he was really witty, "But can you tell me about this world?" "Hehe, no problem. "The old man is really born peacemaker, and he has nothing to say if he has a good temper.

"This continent is called Sword World. ”