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Thanks to the big monthly pass, it's not easy, I finally have a monthly pass!1 Dreaming is to be reborn through time

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally, I was still dreaming that it was through rebirth

Dongzhou Continent, ** Sword School, nameless hill, light wind, light clouds. "Wang An, pay 500 catties of spiritual rice this year, otherwise you know the consequences!" A fierce voice broke the tranquility of the hill. I saw two miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes, and stopped another miscellaneous disciple in gray cloth and said.

Miscellaneous disciples are disciples who do miscellaneous work. **Among the sword sects, even the lowest disciples are not counted. Wang An looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks ordinary, as if he will forget about the kind of ordinary person who looks like jì when he turns his back.

At this time, Wang An squeezed out a smile on his face: "Senior brother, just kidding! I only have one acre of spiritual land here, and I can harvest a maximum of 800 catties of spiritual rice, you need 500 catties, and the sect needs 500 catties, how is this enough." Didn't it last year be three hundred catties of spiritual rice? At most, after I turn in the sect, I will hand over the rest to my senior brother!"

With a "snap", a senior brother with a full face of flesh immediately gave Wang An a slap, leaving a blood-red palm print on Wang An's face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "I told you to pay 500 catties, that is, 500 catties, you can figure out your own way there, don't you listen to Senior Brother Zhang's words, is your skin itchy?" Let the senior brother loosen your muscles and bones!" said the senior brother.

Wang An wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, still squeezed out a smile, and said in fear: "Then do what the senior brother says!" The two senior brothers nodded with satisfaction, and the other senior brother said: "It's just a fucking bitch, it's honest when you beat it, do you still think there are elders as backers? Remember that after three days, we will take it." As soon as the words fell, the two walked away on their toes.

Wang An still had that ugly smile on his face until the two figures disappeared. Only then did his face sink, and he said lightly: "If you have a life, you must also have a life to enjoy, hehehe, three days, Liu San, Li Qi, you will know in three days, my Wang An's things are not so easy to want!" A faint murderous aura emerged as he spoke, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

Wang An, or Wang Feng, maybe Wang Xuan. In short, it's not a pure broken Wang An. I remembered waking up from a dream ten years ago. Wang An just understood. For the otaku Wang Feng on the earth, this is the crossing, and for Wang Xuan, the martial god-level Danshi of the Daqing Kingdom, it is to take away and be reborn. For Wang An, it's a dream.

Wake up from a dream. Wang Feng, all of Wang Xuan's experiences are in my eyes one by one. For the memory of Wang Xuan, a Danshi who has a martial god level. Wang An's cultivation is naturally not a problem. I haven't broken through the training period for a long time, and my physique is too wasteful, and I am actually inferior in this life. Second, it is also to lay a good foundation.

From Wang Xuan's memory, Wang An knew that every level was fiercely suppressed, beyond the limit, and after breaking through, there would be great benefits, and he did not become an immortal martial immortal in the previous life, how could he reach that realm in this life. I looked inward again, and I took a little bit of the primordial spirit space that was split. There are several cryptic sermons there. It is the culprit that caused Wang Feng to cross. I don't know what these sermons are for.

has been in the ** Sword Sect for ten years, and Wang An doesn't know his life experience. Originally also