In the direction of Wuyun Peak, a middle-aged man in green clothes with a long body and an ancient sword on his back stood up, with an ordinary appearance and a lonely and arrogant temperament

This person is Zhang Qiuchi, the second disciple of the Dark Cloud Peak Lord "Iron Sword Immortal" Lone Star True Seat, with the realm of the late stage of floating dust

After standing up, he did not sweep into the field, but looked in the direction of the high platform of Fudo Peak

In that direction, there were still only Fan Lanzhou, Ling Hu Jinjiu, and Yang Xiaoslow, and the latter two looked slightly embarrassed

"In this case, we will not be able to abstain!"

In front of everyone's eyes, Fan Lanzhou didn't have any superfluous looks, and said lightly, his demeanor still didn't have any frustration, anyway, he didn't expect Fang Junmei to help much

If there is no hope, why be disappointed, and why be depressed

Hearing the word abstention, the corners of someone's mouth hooked, and some people laughed directly

In the previous Dabiri, there was no shortage of abstentions, but either because the opponent killed too much, or because he was too seriously injured in the last game, like Fang Junmei, he didn't even show his face, and it was a shame for the senior brother to announce his abstention

Fudo Feng was already in turmoil, and after Fan Lanzhou said the word abstention, he was even more disdainful

Nan Guo Cheng, the Silver Fish Fairy and several other monks of the three factions, although the expressions on their faces were still strong, but a smile flashed in their eyes

A group of elders, except for Chun Yuqian, others have not yet known the reason

Thinking about the demeanor of Fang Junmei that day when he was fighting for Fang Junmei, I always felt that he was not such a coward

"Lan Zhou, what is that kid doing? Don't you even have the courage to come?"

The Tianhe Dao people noticed the eyes of the three sect cultivators, and for the first time showed dissatisfaction, and asked in a slightly cold voice

"When the junior brother was trying the medicine for Chun Yu's uncle, he was injured by the power of the medicine and is recuperating"

Fan Lanzhou said lightly

Everyone looked at Chun Yuqian in disbelief, and Chun Yuqian, the old guy, only snorted coldly, and then stopped speaking

With everyone's understanding of him, I am afraid that it is true, and the contempt for the other party's Jun Mei is finally small

"In that case, this battle is considered a victory for Akiike, and the next battle will begin."

The people of Tianhe Road are also refreshing, and they directly announce o

"Next ,......"

The deacon disciple announced in a loud voice that the next one would come

However, under the expressionless seat of Qiu Chi, there is no joy in it, and the cultivation of the heart is not good

......

In the valley, the fight continues

And on the immovable peak, Fang Junmei was still like a dead man, falling into a coma, lying on the bed without any movement

And in that illusory world, Fang Junmei also fell into the pool of blood, without any movement, his two eyes were wide open

The sight of the ten thousand swords shooting has long stopped, each sword has passed through Fang Junmei's heart, and after the hole, it disappeared without a trace, and now, only the last sword that pierced through the heart still exists, fixing Fang Junmei's body in the sea of blood, as if to suppress him there

This sword, the shape is simple, black as ink, the light is cold and cold, like the sword of demons and demons, which makes people shudder

And Fang Junmei, who was passed through the Ten Thousand Sword Cave, at this moment, in his heart, the fear of the sword had reached the limit

Hearing the sound of the sword, he couldn't stop trembling, not to mention that there was a pitch-black ancient sword hole in front of him that passed through his heart, looking at this black sword, Fang Junmei only felt like looking at a devil

His heart was full of fear of the sword, and he just wanted to abandon everything, never face any sword again, and never hear any sword word again

But he couldn't escape, he couldn't even close his eyes, and the black sword suppressed him to the death, making him face fear

"This pill of Draining Blood Pill of Uncle Chun Yu must have gone wrong in my practice, and this pill is destroying my love and pursuit of kendo...... I must pull myself together, find that heart that is sincere in the way of the sword, and find myself!"

Although Fang Junmei was scared in his heart, he probably knew what was going on, and while fighting the fear, he kept cheering himself up

"Where did my love for swords begin......"

In Fang Jun's eyebrows, he kept reminiscing about o

This memory is so vague, as if it is too far away, and as if it has been disturbed by some force

Memories o

Memories o

Painful memories,The memories that I want to find out even if I want to break my head.

The pain of this process is difficult for ordinary people to imagine, and it feels like to tear your head open and take a look

If the pain of the pill before was all applied by the pill, then now it was Fang Junmei who asked for it, but he couldn't do anything except desperately recall

......

In the world of illusions, there are illusions born again

As time passed, a memory that was almost impossible to recall came inexplicably, like a picture scroll, and appeared in Fang Junmei's mind

Jianbei Mountain City, the voices of people are boiling, and heroes from all walks of life come to congratulate O

On this day, it is the first day of the new year, and the old man with the sword wants to give his second disciple, on this day, to catch the gift of Zhou

This disciple, of course, is Fang Junmei, because he was selected, the old man with the sword didn't know his birthday exactly, so it was set on the first day of the new year

After nightfall, the main hall is brightly lit

The old man with the sword hugged Fang Junmei, who could walk, and sat at the top, smiling happily, with a kind and kind expression, without the slightest bit of the heroic appearance of the first person in the underworld

There were dozens of figures sitting on both sides, either looking at them with true feelings or fake intentions

And in the center of the main hall, a servant unfolded a snow-white silk and put something on it

Books, pen and ink, seals, abacus, coins, iron rulers, rice ...... Finally, there is a small sword four or five inches long

This ordinary family's gift of catching Zhou, the old man with the sword was originally disdainful, but for the sake of Fang Junmei, he not only wanted to do it, but also invited many guests to come

After a while, all kinds of things were placed, and there were as many as twenty-eight pieces of total, and there was even a female doll, if it was taken, maybe it would be a romantic seed

Ordinary people will never pose, but an unruly figure like the old man with a sword naturally doesn't care

"Castle Lord, it's already been put down"

The servant woman came up and said respectfully

The temple was quiet

The old man with the sword nodded slightly, and after signaling the servant woman to go down, he said to Fang Junmei: "Junmei, pick the same in the past, take whatever you like."

Fang Junmei's eyes lit up a long time ago, and after hearing the words, he staggered away, although he was only one or two years old, he didn't care at all about the fierce and powerful eyes of those in the hall

The eyes of the old man with the sword looked at Fang Jun's eyebrows from time to time, and then at the sword from time to time, and his eyes shot with a look of expectation

Fang Junmei, who was wearing open crotch pants, walked to the edge of the white silk, and the closest to him was the abacus

After settling his footsteps, his small black eyes stared at him for a while, and he reached out to grab it, and a sigh sounded in the hall, the second young master of Jianbei Mountain City, will be a tent man in the future?

The eyes of the old man with the sword also showed a clear look of disappointment

Cada !

Cada !

After Fang Junmei grabbed the abacus, he shook it twice, the sound seemed to make him a little interested, but after two strokes, he seemed to be tired of playing, and then threw the abacus and walked to the next o

Squatted down again, opened his crotch, exposed his little buttocks, grabbed the seal, played with it a few times, and threw it away casually

Everyone looked at him, and many laughed, and in the eyes of the old man with the sword, the color of expectation was rekindled, and he didn't rush to make up his mind, just to see what Fang Junmei would choose in the end

Books, pen and ink, coins, iron rulers, rice ...... was picked up by Fang Junmei, played with it twice, and threw it away again

In the end—in the end, only that sword remained

After staring blankly for a moment, Fang Junmei finally walked towards the sword, step by step, and his small eyes flashed with curiosity and ignorance

After approaching, Fang Junmei squatted down, looked at it for a while, and finally reached out and grabbed the small sword

Silently, grab the o

After grabbing it, it seemed that he couldn't let go anymore, Fang Junmei looked at it carefully, and after a few breaths, he grabbed the scabbard with one hand and the handle of the sword with the other!

Zheng!

The sound of gold and iron sounded, Fang Junmei actually pulled out the small sword, and the bright candlelight fell on the sharp blade, imprinting a sparkling light, and the light reflected on Fang Junmei's body, illuminating his eyes looking at the sword body extraordinarily brightly

After a few more breaths, the child-like Fang Junmei suddenly turned his head, raised the scabbard and blade in his hand high, looked at the old man with the sword, and showed a happy smile on his face, as if he had found the love of his life

Light and shadow stop at this moment!

This glance not only looked at the old man with the negative sword, but also looked at Fang Junmei's heart lying in the pool of blood

The original intention, I found it!