The last time I saw Wang Wuxian was thousands of years ago, at that time, Wang Wuxian was a genius in the world, the first sword saint in the world, transcendent and peerless, and the best!

Although Wen Shiyun didn't know what Wang Wuxian looked like now, she heard that it was an old beggar hiding in the town.

There are a lot of beggars in this dilapidated town, but although he deliberately hides his cultivation, Wen Shiyun, who is a half-saint of the sword path, can feel that this old beggar has a majestic sword intent in his body, who else is there besides Wang Wuxian!

"Kill your horse, don't you be angry!"

The old beggar was a little angry and said, how can I say that I used to be a famous existence, Wen Shiyun came up and beat herself, and then verbally insulted.

What is unbearable!

"You!"

Wen Shiyun was annoyed, she thought that after so many years, Wang Wuxian would also reflect on her behavior, but she didn't expect that now that the times have changed, she is still pretending to be crazy and stupid here!

Oh, man!

At that time, Wang Wuxian was a handful of years old, and the Taoist age was 3,000 years old and met Wen Shiyun's master Ning Yue, who was less than 100 years old.

Ning Yue didn't know that Wang Wuxian was concealing his cultivation and identity, he was the top sword saint in the world!

Wang Wuxian didn't know that she was a glazed fairy, and she had cultivated the glazed seven lamps.

The two of them dried firewood and blaze, and the phoenix fell upside down, and finally Ning Yue almost died, and only barely saved his life when he returned to the glazed holy land.

At that time, Mengyue Immortal, who had just reached the realm of integration, drew his sword and killed Wang Wuxian in anger.

Wang Wuxian was so angry that he didn't know that she was the first day of the world, so he shot and injured him, and finally the contemporary Liuli Holy Lord blocked Wang Wuxian.

The things of the past, which was right and which was wrong, it no longer matters whether things are people or not.

"You're here for a lifetime!"

Wen Shiyun said angrily, she thought that Wang Wuxian came to this town to protect the glazed holy land and protect her master, to make up for the shame in her heart, but now it seems that this person is simply unreasonable!

"I really don't know why, Master told me before the catastrophe to give me a chance to find your whereabouts,

Let me tell you, she has no regrets, nor has she hated, these are the decisions of the elders of the Holy Land! ”

"Also, Master asked me to tell you in person: Thank you, what I like will always be the Sword Saint who holds the sword in the world!"

"I didn't expect you to be so decadent now, so depraved, without a little repentance, Master was really blind back then, in vain she had already expected the end of the Heavenly Tribulation and specifically came to me to say this!"

Wen Shiyunxiu clenched her fists and said in a resolute tone.

Today's disappointment also made her completely recognize Wang Wuxian!

With that, she turned around and prepared to leave, her beautiful eyes full of disappointment.

"Wait, she... Is that really what you say? The old beggar asked.

Wen Shiyun's delicate body was shocked, and she stopped, thinking that Wang Wuxian recognized herself and knew that her master was so infatuated, and she felt guilty.

"That's right, she said it herself!"

"Oh, what's the matter with me?!" The old beggar raised his head and said with a look of disdain and arrogance.

"Bastard!"

Wen Shiyun suddenly became angry in her heart!

The sword qi was full of sparks, sparks and lightning, and the spiritual power surged, and the old beggar was beaten all over his body and was dying.

"Zhaohua, let's go back to the Holy Land!" Wen Shiyun left the town angrily.

The group of people in the town were dumbfounded, although Wen Shiyun cast a spell to isolate the sound, but they could see that the fairy was as fierce as a tiger, but the old beggar was not dead!

Can this old beggar be mortal?

Those who had bullied the old beggar could not help but shiver with a chill down their backs.

A day later.

"Thank you, what I like will always be the Sword Saint who holds the sword in the world!"

"Is that what she said?" Wang Wuxian asked the seriously injured old beggar in front of him.

"Yes, woo woo, Brother Wang, let me tell you, that glass holy land is a group of crazy women! came up and said a bunch of inexplicable things directly, and then beat me without saying a word! ”

This old beggar is called Hong Bagong, who was a casual cultivator back then, and later accidentally got the inheritance of the ancient beggar gang, turned into a beggar to beg, and experiencing the various states of the world is an important part of cultivation.

After Wang Wuxian came to this town, he became acquainted with him by chance.

Although Hong Bagong didn't know Wang Wuxian's true identity, he only knew that his surname was Wang, and his cultivation was profound, he didn't ask much, who didn't have a secret, didn't he also become a beggar incognito?

Maybe it's because of sympathy, the two don't care about each other's background, and the relationship is not bad.

"Woo, Brother Wang, those people in the Liuli Holy Land are too domineering, women are really unreasonable, woo woo!" Hong Bagong cried.

Wang Wuxian's expression was complicated, sad and sad, and at the same time a little embarrassed, yesterday he left the town to destroy the wild wolves that often attacked the town nearby.

He patted Hong Bagong's back with his right arm and said, "Hey, I have something, these pills can help you heal!" ”

Wang Wuxian dropped a few pills and left, and when he left, his cloudy eyes flashed with a glimmer of essence, and there was nowhere to vent an emotion in his heart.

The dim and shattered sword heart in his dantian began to exude bursts of charm, and wisps of light slowly emerged from the sword heart.

"The Sword Master? I won't let you down! Wang Wuxian's eyebrows were no longer depressed, but burst out with a sense of arrogance that looked at the world, and a sleeping male lion was beginning to awaken.

In the glazed temple, Mengyue Immortal and Frozen Spring and Autumn were not there, and Wen Shiyun naturally became the acting holy master.

She sat on the Holy Lord seat and closed her eyes to cultivate, but she was so distraught that she couldn't calm down.

"This Wang Wuxian is too hateful, the punishment given to him by the ancestors back then was still too light, so he should have lost all his arms! ......”

Wen Shiyun's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Isn't Wang Wuxian deposed of his left arm, and he will never recover?"

She remembered vividly the old beggar yesterday who was able-bodied.....

Above the Nine Heavens, there were several huge giant Lingpeng flying, their wings spread out for up to 10,000 meters, covering the sky and the sun, and it was mighty.

The other monks of the Nine Heavens saw from a distance that the Qingfeng Lingpeng was all walking around the road, and they didn't dare to approach.

Moreover, the terrifying coercion of the Lingpeng made it impossible for their mounts to get close.

Qingfeng Lingpeng's huge wings swayed gently, setting off gusts of wind, and spiritual power fluctuations spread out in the air.

Frozen Chunqiu stood on top of Lingpeng at the front, the white light yarn outlined a perfect curve, and the three thousand green silk were naturally scattered behind him.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked into the distance, and muttered in his mouth: "Second sister, you still went after all, and you have forgotten your heart knot!"

In fact, Frozen Chunqiu knew that Wang Wuxian was hiding in that town earlier than Wen Shiyun, but the second sister didn't want to know about it, so she pretended not to know.

Recently, in the nine days, it is common to see a group of powerful monks with a bunch of disciples and grandchildren, riding all kinds of rare beasts, and everyone has only one destination, Zhongzhou!