In the courtyard of the house where there is no trace of the human world

One day, when the Supreme Venerable had nothing to do, he suddenly wanted to meet his "little leaf".

"Little Yezi, are you running out of donkey skills?" asked the Supreme Venerable.

"Could it be that you are the Supreme Venerable of the Xuanji Sect?" Ye Wuxian said in disbelief.

My Sect Master Ye, to tell you the truth, his holy hand of medicine is as cold as Zen, in the eyes of our Xuanji Sect, he can be regarded as a clown at best. The Supreme Venerable said with a righteous face.

"Don't mind! Hurry up and stop! In this side of the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know that I Ye Wuxian has done a lot of evil, and I know people the most accurately! Your face is heroic and righteous, saying that you will help the abuse, what about deceiving ghosts, right?" Ye Wuxian is the most accurate to know people, and he debunked the identity of the person in front of him.

"Since Sect Master Ye sees the outside world like this, then the contemptible person will kill the dragon Hua Khotancen, there is no need to stay here for a long time. Farewell!" said Hua Khotan Cen angrily.

A sword shadow flashed and disappeared.

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Inside the human realm leaf traceless underground cave

It's not a family, it's hard to get into a family, after all, the twisted melon is not sweet!

"Sect Master, what is the origin of the hero who walked out of the door just now?" asked Han Lingqiu, who sneaked out of the inn from the crowd to the inn.

"It's not much of a coming-of-age, it's just that in this side of the rivers and lakes, one of the top ten people in the pinnacle of the sword path is just a hand-slashing dragon Hua Khotancen. Ye Wuxian said lightly.

"Oh my God, isn't this big enough? These are all the top celestial figures, he is the third ranked Great Sword Immortal, he has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, he must have something important to ask for, right?" asked Han Lingqiu, who was neither big nor small.

"You are a good person in every way, but your curiosity is too heavy. This left arm should be regarded as the price you have to pay for this sect master again and again!"

"Sect Master, spare your life! After the villain, I won't dare again!" Han Lingqiu, who had lost his left arm, knelt down and begged for mercy.

In Ye Wuxian's place, he had to go to his eleventh junior brother and vomit the bitterness in his heart.

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The master of the Human Realm Medical Dao Futian Medical Pavilion is cold as a cicada in the corridor of the house

At night, Leng Ruochan, the holy hand of the medical Tao, finally appeased and left, and Fu Ruizhi, the cold and beautiful princess of the carp country, rarely had a chance to breathe, and had that free time to enjoy the flowers and the moon and the flowers.

"Little Eleven, this glazed trout, I'm afraid you won't be blessed in the future!"

"Third brother, why do you say this? Brother Ling, I am Leng Ruochan now, I am also a land god fairyland, not much worse than the ten of you, such a peerless luck and blessing, why am I not blessed?" Leng Ruochan asked defenselessly.

"Naturally, it's because your third brother and I need this thing to break through the realm and cross the tribulation, you won't be reluctant to give it, right?" said with a smile.

"If I don't give my brother or death, what should you do with the third brother? Kill me?" Leng Ruochan said to the third brother for the first time in his life.

There was not too much nonsense to slay the dragon Hua Khotancen, and a sword was unsheathed, after all, one sword broke ten thousand laws! That sword trapped Xiao Eleven's Yin God and Yang Immortal like a bone destroying soul, and easily snatched the glass trout that he was holding tightly in his hand.

Leng Ruochan, who passed out, didn't even know how he lost to the third brother.

After all, the realm is poor, and it is not possible to disobey the sincerity!

The loss of the glazed trout is not necessarily a bad thing for Leng Ruozen, the holy hand of the medical Tao.

Now, Leng Ruochan, the holy hand of his medical path, can finally find the Soul Gathering Orb without distraction, so as to reincarnate the elk fairy in the Heavenly Gate of the Sword Dao.

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Near the Purple Cloud Shop in the Human World

The owner of the shop, Yan Jiali, was worried, but he couldn't find the root cause.

If you want to carry your own baggage, everything is better and cheaper than other places, how can the guests be so down? Could it be true that the old saying that cheap is not good?

I am most afraid that the house leak will rain overnight, Yan Jiali has occasionally felt cold recently, and her body is very weak and powerless. Forced by the aggravation of her condition, she packed up her burden early.

Suddenly, a tattered and wrinkled book borrowed by countless people, called "Yunhai Sword Recording", fell to the ground.

Yan Jiali, who was dizzy, didn't notice the drop of the old book at all, and walked slowly towards her home.

A Qingyang swordsman picked up the old book and followed Yan Jiali all the way, not daring to take the liberty of stepping forward to talk.

Walking home, Yan Jiali breathed a long sigh of relief, as if relieved.

"Shopkeeper, this must be your baggage, right?" asked the Qingyang swordsman as he pulled out a crumpled old book from his bosom.

"Exactly, thank you so much! Recently, I have been feeling a chill, and I may be in a hurry to return home, and I have not noticed the sound of it falling. The shopkeeper, Yan Jiali, took the old book and bowed down to thank her.

"Wind and cold are sick, big or small, girl, why don't you go to the nearest 'Yidao Futian' medical hall and let them treat you for a thing or two?" asked the Qingyang swordsman puzzled.

"It's just a little wind and cold, it's okay, so I don't have to work for his holy hand of medicine and Taoism to look at it coldly. The shopkeeper Yan Jiali said shyly.

"Miss Yan, that's not what you said, people in the medical Tao, it is their duty to save the dead and help the wounded. The Qingyang swordsman couldn't figure it out, and he didn't hesitate.

"You and I are strangers, and there are a lot of words! To tell you the truth, I like Leng Ruozen since I was a child, but he treats me like a mustard dust, and I, Yan Jiali, are dead, and I will not ask him for a half sentence. The shopkeeper Yan Jiali closed the door with a "bang".

"Alas, there are more than 1,000 ancient characters, but only love words hurt people the most!" Qingyang Swordsman sighed with emotion.

The Qingyang swordsman who held the old book "Yunhai Sword Record" still didn't know that there were many murderous opportunities ahead, and he walked away in a chic manner.

When it comes to the book "Yunhai Sword Film", Shang Miao, the young city lord of Yunhai Sword Cinema, can't help but mention it.

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The resting place of the otherworldly dragon venerable

"Hey, didn't I say, Long Zun, you are also a hegemon, why are you so useless, and you were killed by a small handy dragon?"

"Master, don't stand and talk without backache, okay! Don't you ask knowingly! He can kill the dragon with his hands, and if he doesn't kill our dragons, he still makes a hammer? This is the mandate of heaven, and it cannot be violated. Long Zun explained.

"You are a bad old man, you still need to learn to live to be old. The Wise Master said in a flash.

That's all he said, kill the dragon with his hands, and pay Huan Jing under it.