Zhou Mengdie let out a slight sigh, but the remnant sword flew back to Zhou Mengdie's head after making a circle above the heads of everyone in Junling Pavilion, and the ten thousand swords flying around Zhou Mengdie also flew back to their original places.

Some people were happy and some were worried, and some people with their swords intact were overjoyed, and then said in an envious tone: "The imperial envoy ten thousand swords against the enemy, this person is really good, if only I could learn this supreme master." ”

The person next to him was full of annoyance, and said: "It's amazing, it's amazing, it's just a while to see how he compensates us for our losses." ”

As soon as the words fell, a girl on the side said with a on her face: "It's so cool, it's really cool, this is the most powerful swordsmanship I've ever seen in the Tianwu world, who of you knows his name." Ah, I like him so much, I'm going to give him a monkey"

The obscene uncle on the side looked at the sword he was missing, and his heart hurt slightly, but he said casually: "I think about it, you look so ugly, how can people look at you!"

The girl's face suddenly changed, and she said, "What do you know, sister, this is the transformation of the ugly duckling before it turned into a white swan, what do you know?"

The woman took out a mirror out of nowhere, looked at the acne on her face, and said to the middle-aged uncle with a disdainful face.

The uncle shook his head very disdainfully and said: "Your face has not changed since you entered the Tianwu World, I see, you want to become a white swan in this life." ”

The girl was immediately furious, and then said, "Since I have to be so ugly for the rest of my life, then I might as well die." ”

As soon as the words fell. She kicked the middle-aged uncle with a look of resentment. Then turn around and go.

The uncle's face was shocked. hurriedly followed the back of her ass and left, and the mouth was repeatedly flattering, until the people around her looked inexplicable.

Yan Xi walked from Zhou Mengdie's side to the people in Junling Pavilion, and said to Junling Yixiu: "Sister Mo Ling, what about Mo Nineteen, why didn't he dare to come out to see me?"

Mo Ling glanced at Zhou Mengdie in the distance, then glanced at Yan Xi on the other side, and said, "I found an excuse to go out before nineteen and January, where are I now." Even I, Junling Pavilion, don't know. The eldest brother insisted on going his own way, saying that you were once a person of my Junling Pavilion, and you should be the ghost of my Junling Pavilion when you die, and I tried to snatch you back from the Flower Pavilion, but I didn't want to be destroyed by someone several times!

A faint sense of loss appeared on Yan Xi's face, and then he glanced at Jun Ling Yixiu on the side, and said, "Yi Xiu, when you destroyed the relationship between me and Nineteen, I was no longer the forty-fourth sister of Jun Ling Pavilion. Why do you have to come back to entanglement? Why don't you stop here, you and I will have nothing to do with each other again?"

As soon as the words fell. turned his head and looked at Yan Ran and Zhou Mengdie with pleading eyes.

Zhou Mengdie's brows furrowed and she didn't speak. Yan Ran showed a helpless bitter smile on his face, and after waving his hand, he signaled that everything was according to Yan Xi's arrangement.

A trace of gratitude appeared on Yan Xi's face, and when she glanced at Jun Ling Yixiu, she saw that he stood with his head bowed as if he had never heard Yan Xi's words, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sighing slightly, Yan Xi glanced at Mo Ling on the side with an inquiring look, and then said, "Sister Mo Ling, you can make up your mind about this matter!"

Mo Ling sighed slightly, and a drop of water came out of the jade bottle in the hand of the maid behind him, and flicked it towards Jun Ling Yixiu on the side, which woke him up from his state of distraction.

His figure trembled, his originally cloudy eyes regained a trace of clarity, looking at Zhou Mengdie, his face was very calm and said: "You won, but, can you please tell me what kind of swordsmanship you used just now?"

Zhou Mengdie saw a hint of determination in his eyes, he was a little puzzled, but he still spoke: "Ten thousand swords return to the sect." ”

There are not a few supreme masters in the rivers and lakes, but as long as you are strong, no one will try to snatch your martial arts secrets, after all, although this is a game, it is actually a real world.

With the passage of time, many people have begun to quietly forget their identity on the earth, even if he is the head of a country, but in the Tianwu world, he may become an ordinary old man who supports the boat.

In this world, the aliens have no background, no family background, they are cuminous and helpless.

Many young heroes and heroes from migrant workers have quietly risen in the more than nine years since the game began, far surpassing those masters who originally had enough food and clothing to play games and had rich game experience.

Originally, they were just ordinary people, and they were forced to work hard to be oppressed by life, but once they put down the package they were carrying behind their backs and did one thing with all their might, their firm will became an opportunity for them to rise.

In the first three years of the game, it was the era of local tyrants, rich second generations, and young masters who walked the rivers and lakes in a chic manner, and they spent a lot of money to buy all kinds of martial arts cheats from the hands of mass players, and they had a foundation that far surpassed their peers, and soon grew into masters in the early stage of the game.

And the third to sixth years of the game, it is the era of the famous factions, they have resources far beyond their peers, and most of their comprehension roots are extremely outstanding, otherwise they will not be able to pass the assessment of the major sects.

And in the ninth year, most of the players have cultivated to the late stage of the young hero to the realm of the great hero, and many of the aliens who walked the rivers and lakes have formed their own forces, and some have joined the dart game.

Some people have obtained adventures and soared to the sky to win over the major forces, and some people successfully entered the hidden world sect.

The ninth year is the year of heroes, but for many of the natives, they have not taken the aliens too seriously, after all, the level of the grandmaster is too difficult and difficult, and most of the aliens are chasing fame and fortune, but their understanding of the true meaning of martial arts is far inferior to these natives who have been exposed to martial arts since childhood and have pure minds.

Jun Ling cultivated a generation of Tianjiao, and when he was a teenager, he far surpassed his peers, and he got the Dragon and Tiger Dao Seal taught by Zhang Fuqing, who was teaching Yiyi. Before the age of thirty, he had already broken through to the realm of the Grandmaster, which made him very proud in his heart.

Whether it is Mo Ling or Yan Ran, although they can be called Tianjiao Junjie, they are not his opponents.

He had his pride, but he was defeated at the hands of the Inhumans he looked down upon.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect?" he muttered to himself, and then a hint of realization appeared in his eyes, and said: "It turns out to be the legendary number one sword technique in the world, hahaha, my Jun Ling Yixiu lost unjustly, not unjustly." ”

A trace of pain appeared on his face, but he raised his head and let out a rampant laugh, and soon regained his composure, glanced at Zhou Mengdie, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then glanced at Yan Xi, and said, "What happened back then, I Jun Ling Yixiu will never regret it." ”

Then he glanced at the broken Junling Pavilion plaque, and then at the people in Junling Pavilion around him, and a sigh of relief appeared on his face.

He muttered in his mouth: "I am a cultivator, I have been lonely all my life, and I have never been defeated." For so many years, I grew up guarding this plaque, but now I can't even keep this plaque. What face do I have to meet the pavilion master under the Nine Springs. As soon as he finished speaking, a hole appeared in his eyes, and blood overflowed from his seven orifices.

Glancing up at the sky, it was as if a meteor had crossed it. He spread his arms and slowly fell backwards to the ground.

Mo Ling looked blankly at Jun Ling Yixiu, who had broken his meridians and died, a trace of confusion appeared on his face, and his body involuntarily knelt down in front of him, tears rolling out of his eyes.

She is an orphan who originally had no name and was raised by a beggar, so she is naturally a beggar. She was covered in filth and made children of her age spurn.

"From now on, follow me. After the old beggar died, she was bullied by children of her age. He chased away the child who had bullied her, and issued a cold invitation to her.

"You live here, and from now on, you will be the second girl here. His tone softened a little, making her feel a warm current in her heart.

"You can pick the clothes here. ”

"You can finish all this food for me. ”

"You write them down for me. ”

"This tune"

"This Mental Method"

"These ledgers"

"These people"

I don't know when, he no longer commands her, she can do everything independently, whether she has done it or has never done it, she has tried to share his worries.

As she grew older, her appearance became more and more charming, her clothes became more and more exposed, and her martial arts became more and more powerful.

She quietly had a trace of admiration for him in her heart, and tried every means to attract his attention, but she didn't want to, he never looked at him directly.

Now that he had lost a duel, he had given up his life, and had only given her a goodbye look, but there was not the slightest hint of affection in it.

A trace of pain appeared on her face, and her eyes when she looked at Zhou Mengdie became a little cold, but she was never able to give birth to a trace of hatred.

Zhou Mengdie smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't expect this person to be so unbearable, he just failed once, and he gave up his life, he didn't speak anymore, just turned around and left. Yan Ran on the side also took a deep look at Mo Ling and the people in Junling Pavilion, and left behind Zhou Mengdie. (To be continued.) )