The Chiyue Sword Sect is located in the lower level of the Rain Realm, the Xiuzhen Kingdom, and is the first sword sect in the Red Kingdom.

Ning Fan stood at the foot of Chiyue Mountain, followed by the silly little paper crane, enjoying the scenery along the way, and was in a happy mood.

After Mu Haitang's appearance changed into a paper crane, his personality also changed slightly, and finally he was almost the same as the paper crane.

Ning Fan doesn't care if this dream is true or not, with him, no one can hurt the paper crane.

He occupies Zhou Chen's body, and his cultivation is also at the level of Zhou Chen's 16-year-old.

The pulse is 3 layers, which is really weak.

In the dream, Ning Fan did not inherit any of the deity's cultivation and body refining realm, but the power of artistic conception was still there.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, and pieces of black snowflakes condensed in his palm.

Every snowflake is the power of artistic conception, and the artistic conception of his memories is in the form of Qimei wind and snow.

With the power of the artistic conception of memory, even though Ning Fan is only the third layer of the vein, but looking at the Red Kingdom of the lower-level Xiuzhen Kingdom, he can be invincible.

The lower-level Xiuzhen Kingdom, the strongest one is Jin Dan, but Ning Fan, raise your hand to remember the ice and snow frozen god!

In addition, he also has the sword intent of trapping immortals, and he can also hurt the enemy.

"With me, no one can hurt the crane. It's just that as far as I know, among the 800 cultivation kingdoms in the rain realm today, there is no red kingdom, and it seems that it was slaughtered by people 10,000 years ago..."

"Zhou Chen's first form of sorrowful sword is called ten years of life and death, so in this remnant dream, ten years will flow..."

"If you want to break this sword and leave the dream, you must make me free from any sorrow for ten years. This dream, the greatest sorrow. Naturally, it was Mu Haitang's death, which left Zhou Chen with countless pains. I only need to protect the paper crane for ten years, so that it is unscathed and sad for ten years. This dream can be broken!"

After a long time, Ning Fan collected his thoughts and led Mu Haitang up the mountain steps.

Mt. Chiyue is very high, there are thousands of zhang, and it is a dangerous peak, full of tigers, leopards, insects and snakes. In the eyes of mortals, Akatsuki Mountain is a peerless mountain that cannot be climbed.

Mu Haitang is just a mortal woman, weak and weak, and she works hard for half a day. before climbing to a height of 1,000 feet. I'm out of breath.

Ning Fan glanced back. Seeing that Mu Haitang was sweating, he squatted and carried it up.

Mu Haitang's beautiful eyes were in a trance for a while, and she lay on Ning Fan's back. Suddenly, he showed the expression of waking up from a big dream.

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan, I dreamed of you again!" Very good, the existence of this wood begonia was completely erased, and the dream completely replaced the wood begonia with a paper crane.

"Awake?" Ning Fan's tone became gentle, but his gaze became solemn.

Dreams are really very mysterious and unpredictable. You think that the qiē in the dream is true, but when you wake up, the qiē becomes empty, just a mirror.

But if it is said that the dreams are all illusory, it is. Paper cranes can always meet Ning Fan in their dreams again and again.

Life and death in a dream, whether it is true or false, is really difficult to tell.

But Ning Fan became more and more convinced that even if it was in a dream, he had to protect the paper crane and not let her get hurt in the dream.

"Brother Fan, I miss you so much..."

"I know, you rest for a while, I'll take you somewhere. ”

Ning Fan has a thousand words in his heart, but he can only smile bitterly, he has been running around all his life, killing people like hemp, and he also longs to return to Yue Guo a long time ago, but he has too many things to complete and can't go back.

Between the mountain roads, only the words of the paper crane are left, Ning Fan listens attentively, occasionally there are fierce beasts coming out of the mountains and forests, stopping on the mountain road, Ning Fan often has a fierce look, which can scare the birds and beasts into jumping chickens and dogs.

His evil aura and demonic power are also there.

Half a day later, when I arrived at the top of the mountain, it was already the middle of the night, and the moon and stars were scarce.

The magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, with the light of the clouds, floats on the top of the mountain, like a fairyland.

Between the clouds and mist, young men and women come and go with the sword, all of them are sword cultivators, this Chiyue Sword Sect is worthy of being the first sword sect in the Red Country.

Such a wonderful night scene, but the paper crane had no intention of watching, and had already fallen asleep.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, six disciples guarding the mountain stopped in front of Ning Fan, blocking the way ahead, each of them had a cultivation of more than 7 layers of the vein, and everyone had a sword, and they were extraordinary.

His eyes drifted over Ning Fan, and when he saw that the latter was only 3 layers of pulse, he was disdainful.

Glancing at the paper crane again, when I saw the beautiful face of the paper crane, I was stunned, and my eyes flashed with amazement.

What a beautiful woman!

"I am Yu Wei, the deacon of the mountain, who are you!, why did you bring a girl to trespass on my Chiyue Sword Sect!"

Among the six disciples guarding the mountain, the leader spoke up, he had the cultivation of the 8th layer of the vein, and the momentum spread slightly, shaking towards Ning Fan, with a sense of shock.

"I am, Zhou Chen!"

Ning Fan brushed his sleeves casually, and there was a breeze in his sleeves, which shook away the momentum of the aftermath, and his expression was still unwavering.

But the six disciples guarding the mountain were shocked by the power of Ning Fan's sleeves, and they all vomited blood and retreated, their eyes shocked!

Even if it was in a dream, Ning Fan would not be shocked by the junior who opened the pulse, and he really didn't like the gaze of the six people who were looking at the paper crane, so he punished him slightly.

Hiss!

All the mountain guarding disciples, including Yu Wei, gasped.

The young man with the sword in front of him was actually Zhou Chen! And this Zhou Chen, but the cultivation of the 3rd layer of the pulse can block the momentum of the 8th layer of the pulse, and raise his hand to shock the six deacon disciples, the means are really amazing!

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhou Chen, disrespectful, disrespectful... The head of the sect has already ordered that Senior Brother Zhou Chen be accepted as an apprentice, as a senior disciple of the Chiyue Sword Sect, if the senior brother comes to the sect, he can go directly to the Sword and Smoke Pavilion and retreat to Wujian for ten years... Ten years later, if the senior brother gets the top ten of the hundred sects, he can leave the sect freely, and no one can interfere. ”

Yu Wei and the others looked at Ning Fan's gaze, faintly with fear, not only afraid of Ning Fan's identity, but also afraid of Ning Fan's terrifying strength of raising his hand to hurt people.

No one dared to look at the paper crane again, for fear of angering Ning Fan. No matter where you go, strength is always respected.

"Not as an example. ”

Ning Fan left a warning, carried the paper crane on his back, and entered the mountain gate.

The disciple who knew the guest all the way had been instructed by Yu Wei to respectfully guide Ning Fan, bending left and right, and finally arrived at a pavilion with a strong aura, which was the Sword and Smoke Pavilion.

There are 12 servants in the pavilion, each of whom has a cultivation of more than 5 layers of the vein, and they can all be regarded as elite disciples in the sect, but they were sent to serve Ning Fan.

And the so-called head master. He did not show up from beginning to end, accepted Zhou Chen into the mountain gate, and did not have any sect assessment.

Zhou Chen has been a genius in sword cultivation since he was a teenager and was favored by the head of Chiyue. As early as in the mountain villages, there is no need for any assessment after entering the sect.

"I've seen Senior Brother Zhou Chen! The head of the sect has calculated that Senior Brother will come this night, so that Senior Brother will rest early, and he will come to Jianyan Pavilion in person tomorrow to pass on his merits to Senior Brother!" The 12 servants were respectful on their faces, but there was disdain in their eyes.

"Got it. ”

"This woman is not allowed to enter the Sword Smoke Pavilion! The Sword Smoke Pavilion is the attic left by the founding ancestor, and no one is allowed to enter without the order of the head of the sect!" Several servants looked at the paper crane, their eyes showing disdain, and they blocked it domineeringly.

"She's my wife. I took her into the Sword Smoke Pavilion. There's nothing wrong with that. The one I am cultivating is a sentient sword, and the master will understand. If you are hindering me. Die!"

As soon as Ning Fan said this, an astonishing aura dispersed, shocking all the servants and disciples to make no longer dare to have disdain or dissent.

They couldn't understand why a junior with just a 3rd layer of the pulse would have such an earth-shattering aura!

Zhou Chen's young ambition is infinite, but all this scenery will turn into outright sadness after ten years.

The cranes sleep peacefully. Ning Fan sat on the bed, guarding his side, meditating cross-legged.

His gaze swept from this Sword Smoke Pavilion from time to time, and he faintly felt a trace of damaged sword intent from this Sword Smoke Pavilion.

That sword intent was left in the pavilion by the founding ancestor of the Chiyue Sword Sect, and it was not successfully condensed, and it could only be regarded as a half-finished sword intent.

It is rumored that the Chiyue Ancestor is only a Yuanying cultivator, and it is rare to be able to touch the edge of the sword intent, and it is not surprising that he has not succeeded in completely condensing the sword intent.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and realized this trace of damaged sword intent, that sword intent, ethereal as smoke, making the sword like smoke, making the smoke like a sword...

The fingers were raised slightly, and a trace of ethereal sword light like smoke slowly rose from the fingertips.

Overnight, Ning Fan was comprehending this sword intent, and gradually gained something.

This ethereal sword intent is quite similar to Zhou Chen's sword intent.

Most of Zhou Chen's sword intent in the future was realized from this sword smoke.

You still need to wait for ten years in the illusion dream, ten years without sorrow, it is a good choice to cultivate this sword intent.

Outside the door, a gloomy sneer suddenly floated out, interrupting Ning Fan's sword.

"Zhou Chen, you are careful, leaving the village to apprentice, even with Mu Haitang, although the old man failed to kill her in the mountain village, killing her tonight is the same, it will definitely break your affection and ruin your future!"

A black-clothed negative sword dao man suddenly sneaked into the Sword Smoke Pavilion, his fingering melted the sword light, and slashed towards the sleeping paper crane.

Ning Fan's eyes sank, and he guessed that most of the Taoists who hid their heads and tails were the culprits who killed Zhou Chen's beloved, which made Zhou Chen's life sad.

He can kill Zhou Chen's wife, but he doesn't want to hurt Ning Fan's wife.

"Look for death!"

Ning Fan reached out, grabbed the void, and an unimaginable sword intent turned into wisps of sword wire, sweeping away the negative sword daoist, and instantly slashing into a blood mist.

The Taoist's eyes widened with disbelief and horror.

He couldn't understand until he died, why a junior on the 3rd floor of the pulse could raise his hand and kill him!

He wanted to ask for mercy, but in Ning Fan's hands, he couldn't even beg for mercy, only death!

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, and a fresh breeze was born in his sleeves, dissipating the blood mist after the death of the Taoist, leaving no trace.

With his cultivation, if he wants to kill a soul melter, who knows.

On this night, the deputy head of the Chiyue Sword Sect smashed his life card and died inexplicably, a big mess, and no one suspected that Ning Fan had done it.

Ning Fan killed this person, Mu Haitang would not die, in this way, Ning Fan would not have ten years of sorrow, Zhou Chen's sad sword could not hurt Ning Fan!

The next day, the head of Chiyue came to the Sword and Smoke Pavilion, leaving Ning Fan with a large number of pills and exercises, and then left in a hurry, as if to track down the death of the deputy head of the house.

That was Zhou Chen's teacher, and he was extremely good to Zhou Chen. His death was another sorrow for Zhou Chen.

Within ten years, Ning Fan stayed at home and always stayed in the Sword and Smoke Pavilion to protect the paper crane.

The pills are responsive, and some sword cultivation techniques are also well-prepared.

Ning Fan had never systematically practiced swordsmanship, and in Zhou Chen's remnant dream, he started with a vein-opening sword cultivation and practiced penance for ten years.

His aura was already in the late stage of soul fusion, but what he preached to the outside world was only the 10th layer of the vein.

Within ten years, the paper crane slept more and woke up less, and occasionally woke up, but with Ning Fan's protection, she was never in any danger.

In the tenth year, the figure of the paper crane slowly etherealized and disappeared into a dream.

And a trace of memory originally belonged to Zhou Chen. was also won by Ning Fan in the past ten years.

Ning Fan protected the paper crane for ten years, until the paper crane left the remnant dream, and no one could harm her. Ning Fan has no regrets. There is no sorrow, and you will not be hurt by the sword of sorrow.

As long as in the tenth year, the saddest sword that breaks Zhou Chen can defeat Zhou Chen.

According to Zhou Chen's memory, he should have been apprenticed to Chiyue and Wujian for ten years, and after ten years, he was the first in the sword competition, so he obtained the amount of money to leave the sect and returned to the mountain village.

But when Zhou Chen returned to the village, he found that his beloved had been dead for ten years. Until that moment. All glory turned to dust. All love is broken. He cut off the only remaining silk begonia in the village, sharpened it into a wooden sword, and practiced penance for a hundred years. Just for revenge!

Ning Fan did not participate in the sword competition, and directly turned into a sword light, left Chiyue, and returned to the mountain village.

The illusions all around the body are collapsing, which is a sign that the swordsmanship has been broken.

Rumble!

The remnant dream that lasted for ten years collapsed when Ning Fan stepped into the mountain village.

The mountain village is as peaceful and joyful as it was ten years ago, and it has not been slaughtered by anyone. There is no sadness.

Under the protection of Ning Fan, Mu Haitang did not die or mourn.

Without sorrow, the sword of sorrow is not a sword of sorrow. The first type, ten years of life and death, broken!

The ten years in the dream are just a blink of an eye in the outside world.

In these ten years, Ning Fan laid the foundation for sword cultivation, but made up for some deficiencies in swordsmanship.

After receiving Zhou Chen's sword, he benefited a lot.

Breaking the illusionary dream, Ning Fan in reality suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed, shattering all of Zhou Chen's sword intent.

"Your first-style sword intent is ineffective against me!"

"What!" Outside the Lei Chen Pavilion, the three peeps saw that Ning Fan actually opened his eyes and broke through the illusion of sword intent, and their eyes changed greatly, and even the red clothes were slightly surprised.

Even if it is a false question or even a false old monster, confused by Zhou Chen's sword, he will sink into a dream and cannot extricate himself.

But Ning Fan broke the sword intent directly at the first form and woke up!

Zhou Chen's eyes showed a hint of respect, he had cultivated sword fighting methods all his life, and those who could wake up with the first type of sword intent had only met three people, Yuntian Duel, Sword Emperor of the Sword Realm, Four Heavens Scattered Immortals, Ning Fan was the fourth person!

He was really right, Ning Fan was a sword cultivation wizard, and even in terms of kendo talent alone, he was even higher than his Zhou Chen!

"The old man has a sword, dividing the four styles, although you have awakened in the first style, but the four styles of sword intent have not yet been defeated!

At this moment, Zhou Chen, fighting with Ning Fan, no longer seeks victory or defeat, but only to learn.

Ning Fan nodded, signaling that Zhou Chen could go all out to fight against Zhou Chen, and his sword dao could also confirm each other and improve greatly.

Zhou Chen's sword turned, and a thick sadness drowned Ning Fan.

"The old man entered the Chiyue Sword Sect at the age of 16, and said goodbye to Begonia, but he didn't know that one day later, it was the eternal separation of heaven and man, she died at the hands of the criminals, but the old man didn't know, when the old man knew that she died, it was ten years later, and heaven and man were forever apart... Ten years! The old man is looking forward to reuniting with her, looking forward to staying with her for a long time, looking forward to ten years! She died! The first form of this tragic sword contains the old man's lifelong repentance, which cannot be made up, has nothing to tell, cannot be forgotten, and cannot be turned back! The sorrow of this sword can be killed and slashed!

Laugh at!

Like the sorrow of the tide, swept through the Leichen Pavilion. When the three peeps saw this sword, they were all deeply afraid.

Ning Fan stood in the center of the sword intent, standing still, he would only be locked by the sword intent once, and there would be no second time.

There was a burst of colic in my heart, and the twisting was the regret of not being able to protect my beloved.

Ning Fan sighed with a sigh in his eyes, if the woman he loved died, and he didn't know it until ten years later, there would definitely be this kind of heart-wrenching pain and outright remorse. Therefore, he must not take a wrong step in his life, and he must not leave any regrets.

Therefore, he would rather bear the notoriety of the world than have no regrets in this life!

"Collapse!"

His heart was strong, and he was not shaken by sadness, he opened his mouth and swallowed all the sorrows of Zhou Chen's ten years of life and death.

He recalled the comprehension of the sword smoke and sword intent in ten years of residual dreams, and acted like Zhou Chen, grabbing the wooden chair on the side, and the sawdust shattered and condensed into a wooden sword.

Weak sword, strong will!

A sad sword intent that was like a withdrawal from Zhou Chen condensed on the wooden sword!

"The sorrow of life and death for ten years with this sword, I will too!" Ning Fan's tone was flat, as if he was telling an inadvertent matter, but Zhou Chen's eyes were shocked.

His strongest sword intent was actually stolen by Ning Fan!

The three peeps became more and more unbelievable, Ning Fan was able to break Zhou Chen's first-style sword intent, which was already incredible. You can also learn Zhou Chen's sword intent, how is this possible!

"What level of sword genius is this son, who can steal the sword intent of the three elders in person!"

The three exclaimed, they didn't know it. Ning Fan is not a sword intent who steals from his face, but after ten years of sword understanding, he followed Zhou Chen's sword cultivation trajectory from that remnant dream to comprehend the sword intent.

Then, like Zhou Chen, he melted his sorrow into the sword smoke and cultivated the first type of sad sword.

The cold eyes of the red clothes moved slightly, and Ning Fan once again surprised her.

Zhou Chen's sword blade was cut horizontally, and if he couldn't defeat Ning Fan with the first sword intent, he needed to use the second sword.

"The old man worshiped the Chiyue Sword Sect. Ten years to repair to the 10th floor. I learned that my beloved had died. Knowing that the enemy is an old monster who melts the soul, he betrayed Chiyue and practiced penance for a hundred years. A hundred years later, I formed a golden pill and slaughtered Chiyue with blood! I endured the pain of longing, and sat alone in the cave for a hundred years, like sitting in dry meditation, and mourning every day. Ten years of life and death, you can cut the void, a hundred years of loneliness, you can cut the void!"

Ning Fan raised his head suddenly, his black hair dancing wildly. The wooden sword also imitates the sword of Zhou Chen, on the basis of ten years of life and death, and continues to be lonely for a hundred years.

Ning Fan also has loneliness, his loneliness is not the loneliness of being alone in the sad house, but the loneliness that Xiuzhen Blood Sea faces alone.

His loneliness is different from Zhou Chen, but he can understand Zhou Chen's sadness.

Standing in the sword intent, Ning Fan was unscathed, but his gaze became deeper and deeper.

The old man destroyed Chiyue, got a trace of the soul of the begonia from the hands of the evil Taoist, cut the silk begonia tree at the head of the village into a wooden sword, sealed her soul into the sword, and accompanied her day by day. She has become my sword! Wandering for thousands of years, she is the only one with a sword, accompanying me in life and death, although I will not give up in my sorrow! The sword is in me, and the sword is dead, and I will die!"

"The old man can't break through the void, just because the artistic conception can't be further improved, it's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't want to... The sorrow of the old man, even the old man himself will sink into it, just give up all the sorrow, forget all the past with her, the old man can enter the void, but I don't want to!"

"If the price of breaking through cultivation is to forget her, I would rather give up cultivation!"

Zhou Chen's eyes were sad, his qualifications were excellent, if he hadn't been reluctant to forget Mu Haitang, he would definitely be a master of shattering at this moment.

But he was reluctant... He can't let it go...

A wave of sorrow did not give Ning Fan any respite, and then drowned it again.

Zhou Chen's sorrow has been urged to the extreme, and in his sadness, there are his memories and his way.

More and more sorrow entered Ning Fan's heart, but Ning Fan's heart became stronger and stronger.

From the beginning, he never grieved for Zhou Chen, and now, he will not.

He used the artistic conception of memories to spy on Zhou Chen's memories, and he knew every trace of Zhou Chen's sorrow clearly.

Ten years of life and death, people and ghosts are vast, a hundred years of loneliness, and the grave is desolate. Staggered and shredded liver sausages. Thousands of years of wandering, sacrificing love.

Ning Fan closed his eyes, as if like Zhou Chen, after losing his beloved, he had experienced thousands of years, and he followed Zhou Chen's memory trajectory a little bit, but he understood his sword intent.

The four styles of the sad sword, Ning Fan realized one by one, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, as if the sad Zhou Chen was infected, once the tears fell, the heart was sad, and the ten thousand swords pierced the heart.

When he opened his eyes, he recalled the artistic conception and gradually became no sad or joyful, and all the sorrows that pierced his heart were swallowed up by the artistic conception of the memory.

Ning Fan spread out his palm, and a trace of black snowflakes was slowly condensing into a small black sword, flashing with a strange avenue luster.

This small black sword was condensed with the power of memory devouring Zhou Chen's sad sword intent.

His artistic conception of memories has broken through to the realm of perfection from Dacheng!

Ning Fan swallowed Zhou Chen's sword intent, but condensed his own sword of artistic conception.

"Ten years of life and death, a hundred years of loneliness, a thousand years of intertwined, thousands of years of wandering, a sad memory, not inseparable! Perhaps, it can help you break through the realm of Chong Void. If you can't let go of her memories, you can sweep away the sadness in your heart, and only remember the joyful past with her. Chop!"

Ning Fan raised his hand, and the small black sword flew up, splitting all the sorrow with a single sword.

Zhou Chen only felt the pain of the sea, and all the sad memories were all gone one by one when they were struck by this strange little sword.

Boom!

He fell to his knees, his eyes shocked.

What shocked Ning Fan was that with the help of his sorrowful sword four styles, he condensed a sword, and this sword can cut people's memories!

All of Zhou Chen's tragic power comes from painful memories of the past. If the memory is erased, the sorrow will not exist.

"You, defeated!"

Ning Fan's gaze swept over Zhou Chen lightly, raised his hand to withdraw the small black sword, opened his mouth and swallowed it into his abdomen.

Today, I took Zhou Chen's sword, and with the help of Zhou Chen's ten thousand years of sorrow, the artistic conception of memories was complete, and the sword of the Dao of Memories was condensed, which was definitely a rare harvest!

With this sword in his hand, Ning Fan looked closely and found that this sword had two major abilities.

One can erase the memory of others, and the other can kill the artistic conception of others.

If there are still people like Zhou Chen, who use artistic conception to face off with Ning Fan, Ning Fan can defeat him with a sword with a sword!

"That little black sword, what kind of sword is it, it can actually break through all the sword intent of the three elders with one sword!"

"I can't see through, I can't see through! This sword is too mysterious, and no old man can understand it!"

"The old man seems to have seen similar rumors about this sword from some ancient book... This sword seems to be... It seems to be... What is it..."

The three voyeurs were shocked by the power of the small black sword and chattered.

Only the red clothes, the blood pupils flashed with shock, and the soft palms clenched,

"This is the artistic conception of the Tao soldiers, ancient books record, only the master of the second step of the artistic conception of the monk, can be in the artistic conception of the consummation of the power of the avenue of the army, there is a great power. ”

This black sword is a Taoist soldier! This means that the artistic conception comprehended by Zhou Ming this time is the artistic conception of the second step of the void, and when he transforms into a god, he will cultivate the artistic conception to the perfect realm!"

"The second step of the artistic conception! And no matter what the second step of the artistic conception of this son is, among the nine realms, there are few people who comprehend the second step of the artistic conception, even in the Four Heavens Immortal Realm, the vast majority of people who can comprehend the second step of the artistic conception are true immortals!"

Generally speaking, only the old monster can cultivate to the perfection of the artistic conception, and thoroughly understand the virtual word, this son has not yet refined the void, the artistic conception has been completed, and the future is limitless!"

The eyes of the three voyeurs showed a deep shock.

Zhou Chen half-knelt on the ground, and the sadness in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a hint of decadence.

"Xiaoyou not only took the old man's sword, but also backhanded a sword, breaking all the artistic conception of the old man, just on the strength of the artistic conception, the old man lost to Xiaoyou... Later, the old man will take 40 100,000-year-old elixirs and give them to Xiaoyou. Please wait for a while, the old man will first destroy his arm and apologize to the young lady. ”

"No need, go get the medicine quickly!" Hongyi's words were cold, and his eyes were displeased and impatient.

She didn't say that if she wanted to cut off Zhou Chen's arm, it was Zhou Chen's own words.

"Uh..." Zhou Chen's old eyes were stunned, and he was confused.

In the red clothes of that year, if anyone violated his order, he would be killed, and it would be light to cut off an arm.

It's surprising that today's red clothes can also be sympathetic to their subordinates.

"The character of the host... There are some changes!" Zhou Chen's eyes were worried, hoping that the change in Hongyi's personality would be for the better.

Glancing at Ning Fan again, Zhou Chen sighed deeply.

Ning Fan swallowed his pathos and condensed the black sword dao soldiers, which really shocked Zhou Chen.

"This son has the value of being recruited by the master, and he is qualified to obtain the elixir of 100,000 years! In the future, it will definitely be a powerful aid for the master's revenge!"

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