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 is so outside, then I will kill the dragon and Khotancen, there is no need to stay here for a long time. Hua Khoten said angrily.

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 at the right time?" 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? This is all the top celestial figure, 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?"

"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 paid for this sect master again and again!" Ye Wuxian incarnated as the Demon Ancestor of the Outer Heavenly Demon and said to Han Lingqiu.

"Sect Master spare his life! The villain will not dare anymore!" 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.

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 little 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!" said Hua Khotancen, who had slashed the dragon by hand, as he walked out of the night.

"Third brother, where do you say this? I Leng Ruochan is now in the Land Immortal Realm, 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 it back or dead, what should you do with the third brother?" Leng Ruochan said to the third brother for the first time in his life.

Without too much nonsense, he took a sword out of the sheath, trapping Xiao Eleven's Yin God and Yang Immortal like a bone destroying soul, and snatched the glass trout 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's not okay to be unconvinced!

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.

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

If you want to come to 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 is true, cheap is not good?

I am most afraid that the house leak will rain overnight, Yan Jiali has recently felt cold and weak, so 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, and walked straight towards her home.

A Qingyang swordsman picked up the old book and followed Yan Jiali all the way.

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

"Shopkeeper, this must be your baggage, right?" the Qingyang swordsman asked as he took out his old book.

"Yes, thank you very much! I've been feeling cold lately, and I'm probably in a hurry to get home, and I didn't notice how it fell. The shopkeeper, Yan Jiali, took the old book and thanked 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, am dead, and I will not ask him for half a 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 moved forward 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.

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