Born in the mortal aristocracy, if he does not cultivate immortals, he Xiao Baiye will be the rich and noble prince and grandson of his personal life.

However, his talent is self-contained, and he once worships the immortal gate, and since then he has embarked on the road of ascension. Talent is rare, cultivation is a great achievement, when the same period of Fu Qingniu was still wandering in the early stage of foundation building, he had already stepped into the golden pill first, and then lightly took the leader of the sect, and the illusion talisman was gained. Cultivating all the way up, the brute bull of Fuqing Niu has been defeated by his own hands many times, and Xiao Baiye is already a little tired of it.

Qin Zhi, who was born in a famous family, is better than Fu Qingniu, but he is not more than Erer, since Xiao Baiye has the qualifications to enter the Mingwu Treasure Palace, he likes to stay above the Mingwu Treasure Palace, standing under the East Emperor Bell, standing at the highest place in Kunlun, as if he can pick the stars in his hand and look down on Kunlun.

The smooth flow of his path made him uninterested in many people.

"Bai Ye, your cultivation is too smooth, and it is not a good thing to be a teacher!"

At that time, the master who was about to sit down because he was unable to advance an inch was worried: "Under the balance of the Heavenly Dao, you have gained too much, and I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe!"

"Is it a catastrophe?" he was young and vigorous at the time, "Then come, I Xiao Baiye will not be afraid!"

Shizun sat down, he had been in Kunlun for a thousand years, preparing to travel to the three thousand realms, and the so-called "talents" among the younger generations were endless, but after he saw it, he found that at most there were no more characters like Qin Zhi, which would not let him put it in his eyes.

But before traveling, Fu Qingniu invited him to watch an inner door competition, and the plain-clothed and long-haired sword cultivator standing on the fighting platform stood calmly with a wooden sword in his hand, and at that moment, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"How about it, this is my favorite junior, Qin Zhi's son of the old man, not bad!"

"Okay. He nodded quietly, his face did not show any abnormality, but the trembling that came from instinct, he knew that it was excitement, and it made him feel like he was meeting an opponent. This is a very strange thing, a monk who is still cultivating in Jindan makes him feel like this.

"Using a wooden sword in the big competition of the sect, it can be seen that he is kind-hearted, and he is really not like Qin Zhi's son of the old boy. Fu Qingniu sighed with emotion, and admired this junior in his words.

Hearing this, Xiao Baiye let out a sneer: "Take the wooden sword because the opponent is not qualified, face the opponent so calmly, but because the opponent's strength is not in his eyes, you are right about one thing, this is not like Qin Zhi's son born according to the rules, the person who dares to stand on a high place and despise others so quietly must be an extremely arrogant person." ”

"Hmph! Xiao Baiye, you are arrogant, it depends on everyone's arrogance. According to the old man, it's just that there is a ghost in his heart, and everyone is a ghost!" Fu Qingniu flicked his sleeves, but he was a little angry.

Xiao Baiye naturally didn't bother to pay attention to whether Fu Qingniu was angry or not, he did feel that the junior named Qin Ya in front of him was arrogant, but there was a little bit of Fu Qingniu's mistake, in his Xiao Baiye's opinion, arrogance was not bad, on the contrary, he still appreciated it, he had enough strength, how could he not be crazy, he himself seemed to be high, but in fact he was an arrogant person, so the moment he saw this young man, he seemed to have a moment of resonance.

I already had an idea in my heart, and when the sect competition was over, Fu Qingniu was unconvinced and led the junior named Qin Ya in front of him, the child made a salute and behaved elegantly, but it lined the word "Ya" in the name.

"How is it? The old man said, the juniors that the old man values are not rude people, right?" Fu Qingniu was a little proud.

"Stupid. Xiao Baiye only popped out this word, and he didn't bother to wake him up, not to mention that even if he said it, this brute bull wouldn't believe it, and didn't say anything else, the etiquette of this young man in front of him couldn't find a trace of fault, after all, the Qin family was one of the few veteran immortal cultivators on the land of Shenzhou, although the talents in the clan are withering now, but some ancient rites have been cultivated since childhood, coupled with Qin Zhi's own extremely heavy rules, it is not surprising that his etiquette can't find faults. The strange thing is that the young man's eyes can't see the slightest "submission", such a person is not a person who can easily obey others.

"A certain Xiao Baiye. Xiao Baiye glanced at him, "Wait for Jun Xiu to be comparable to someone, or he can fight." ”

"Yes. The boy's eyes lit up.

A verbal covenant battle was thus settled.

He stepped out of Kunlun with one foot, but he didn't expect this step, and since then the world has been turned upside down, and he has been stuck in the quagmire until thousands of years later, and the young man has already transformed into a character who has been established above the Shenzhou Fengyun.

This verbal agreement was not mentioned for thousands of years.

Hibernation, defection, compromise, he was unable to get out of the shackles of this catastrophe, and began to atone for his sins with his own body, cooperated, united, and finally locked Zuo Shaoxin outside the territory.

After a thousand years, he was tired and stood at the entrance of the Nine Nether Hells, ready to step into it.

"A certain Xiao Baiye, waiting for Jun to cultivate to be comparable to a certain one, or a battle. A voice rang out behind him.

Xiao Baiye stopped, looking at the sword cultivator who was still standing with the wooden sword, as if he had returned to that afternoon thousands of years ago, this sword cultivator who is now famous all over the world was just a Jindan monk who had just stood out from the sect competition, but he was already the leading Tibetan God monk in Kunlun, at that time he casually promised, he actually remembered it for a thousand years.

The gentleman of the Tibetan sword, a promise for a thousand years, he actually remembered it until now, and he really deserved this name.

For the first time in the night, he had an emotion called "appreciation", and he heard himself say, "But." ”

This battle has been waiting for too long, and we will do our best to live up to the promise of this thousand years.