Tempus fugit!

In the blink of an eye, the former children have grown into teenagers, and a green shirt adds a bit of heroism to it, and the childish little face is even more moving. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ever since he was brought back by the crane man, Bai Thirteen only remembered the name, and everything that had been had been forgotten.

The scroll of sentient beings is a thing that accompanies his soul, and he has previously embodied the ten thousand scenes of salient beings as a child, even if it only lasts for a moment, which he cannot afford.

As a result, the sentient beings burned the scrolls, and used the last source power to protect his soul, but some of the souls were mutilated, resulting in memory loss, which was the root problem, and even if it was as strong as the contemporary sentient beings, the Taoist people could not do anything.

As for Bai Shisan's narrow meridians, it was a congenital reason, and because of this, he would have such treatment in the Gongye family.

"I'll definitely be back!"

Bai Shisan looked at the four figures standing in front of the mountain gate and waved goodbye to them.

His already blurred faces gradually became clearer, and Bai Thirteen almost forgot how long ago it had been since he last saw them.

"According to the time calculation, those four guys should be taller than themselves by now, right?"

After defeating that evil thought, Bai Thirteen's sanity had recovered, but he was no longer attached to that body, but scattered in the air, looking down on this space like an aura.

Mood space, one realm and one refinement!

In the previous realm, what was refined was killing intent!

For the strong, the corpse mountain and blood river are also like a spring breeze.

The flowers that grow in the greenhouse, even if they are like giant trees, are still fragile after all, and they will wither in an instant in the face of a storm.

A strong man who has never experienced a battle is just a defective product!

In the twenty years of travel, Bai Thirteen fought no less than a thousand battles, and sometimes even fought with people for a spirit grass worth only a dozen yuan.

Wandering on the edge of life and death too many times, accustomed to seeing life and death, Bai Thirteen has no attachment to killing, but if necessary, he will not hesitate to start.

Consciousness drifted in the air, and Bai Shisan watched as the former self walked step by step down the Demon Mountain, crossed the Imperial Beast Pass, and entered the realm of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Came to Yuecheng again, the former small city.

watched as he was coaxed around by several ruffians, and was finally taken into a secluded alley to be knocked unconscious, robbing him of all his money.

Bai Thirteen found himself watching this as a third person, surprisingly without anger, and without even a trace of emotional fluctuation, as if it was natural for them to do so.

"The weak are unwise, but they are mixed with the sinister and seek their own death. ”

Looking at himself who was dead in the alley, Bai Thirteen said such amazing words with a flat expression.

As for the ruffians, they didn't do anything wrong, they just followed their own way of survival, and without them, they didn't know how long it would have been before they woke up.

As the controller of his own state of mind, Bai Thirteen could distort the world here, and naturally he could also change his own trajectory, but he didn't make any moves, just watched all this quietly.

The power of the Mental Tribulation has not yet begun to be revealed, and he is not yet able to expend his strength, and besides, experiencing the suffering of the past in another form can be regarded as an alternative state of mind training.

As time passed, Bai Shisan saw himself wandering around Yuecheng, and finally put aside his pride and knocked on the door of the shop along the street begging for work.

After refusing again and again, Bai Shisan knelt down in front of the Sifang Inn, and was accepted into the store by Old Man Mo and became a buddy.

Years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Bai Thirteen's name has begun to pass in Yuecheng, all because of his face.

Since he was a child, he has grown a woman, and later, his appearance has become more and more obvious, making people ignore his male identity and think that he is a stunning person.

This is where the inn's calamity comes from.

In the void, Bai Thirteen's consciousness condensed and formed an illusory figure.

The translucent palm slashed through the air, and time suddenly pulled in as if it were fast-forwarding.

"Old man Mo, I'm leaving!"

Bai Shisan, who was young, looked at the old man in front of him, and his tone was a little melancholy, but his determination to leave was unshakable.

"Here's for you!"

The mask that had protected Bai for more than thirteen years was handed over to him.

The scene in front of me slowly changed, and when I stopped, I was already on a wasteland.

"I saw this Bilu grass first, and Daoist friends can't help but rob it!"

Bai Shisan, who was holding the Frost Flower Sword Blade, looked at a Tsing Yi swordsman not far away with a cold face.

Between them, a spirit grass with strange blades of grass was swaying in the wind.

Drops of turquoise liquid accumulate in the slightly sunken blades of grass, which look like dewdrops, but they are many times more precious than dewdrops.

"Heh, it's too ugly to rob or something, what's more, this Bilu grass Daoist hasn't been dug up yet, so it's not yours. ”

The Tsing Yi swordsman said, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, it was just a second-level Qi cultivation cultivator, and he dared to compete with him for the spirit grass, but his magic weapon was not bad, and it was estimated that he could sell a few spirit stones.

"Then what do you want?" Bai Thirteen asked!

"Good things are only worthy of the strong. ”

The sword light flashed, and the sword of the green-clothed swordsman had already come to Bai Shisan's body, and the sword light cut through the clothes on his chest.

Swing your sword to pick away the sword of the swordsman in Tsing Yi, but the gap in cultivation is not so easy to make up.

The blade of the sword swept against Bai Thirteen's shoulder, bringing up a splash of blood.

"Strong, it's ridiculous!"

Bai Shisan, who was sitting on the clouds, smiled, over the years, he had met many guys who claimed to be masters, but what happened to them?

It's basically the end of dust to dust and dust to dust.

The shadow of the sword flashed, and the sparks and metal clanging sounds emitted when the blades collided filled the field.

After all the scenes dissipated, only one man and one sword remained standing on the field, and the swordsman in Tsing Yi fell to the ground, his eyes full of incredulity, a bloody hole appeared in his chest, and his heart had been ground into a pile of minced flesh.

"Hammer!"

Half of his body leaned on the blade of the Frost Flower Sword, if it weren't for this sword, I'm afraid Bai Thirteen would also fall to the ground.

Although it is only the Qi training period, the gap between the first level is still very obvious.

Suppressing the internal injuries for the time being, Bai Thirteen dug up the Bilu grass that he had fought for with his life, and left in a hurry.

This was his first time fighting so hard, and it was also his first time skipping the ranks, and he won a stubborn victory, and it took months of cultivation to recover.

Scenes passed by, and the events that left a deep impression on Bai Thirteen's heart were presented again, until a huge figure appeared.

"Hello, my name is Saru, Fuji!"