When Lao Dao heard the words of the white-robed old man, the smile on his smiling face became brighter and brighter, and the eyes that looked at the latter were full of a faint hint of banter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the eyes of the old man, he could naturally find the strong vinegar in the words of the old man in the white robe, as for the star road academy that even served the pot, not to mention the entire Yunzhou, even if you look at Kyushu, there will definitely not be more than twenty forces that can really have this energy, among them, not including Yunzhou.

If you want to destroy the Star Road Academy, even if all the old guys of Yunlongwei are dispatched, they may not be able to gain much of the upper hand, so in the eyes of the old man in the Dao robe, the latter is just jealous of the old scorpion.

As soon as he heard this, the white-robed old man's face turned a little red, as if he had been poked by the old man in the sore spot, and then he snorted coldly, but he didn't say anything to refute it, what the old man said was not wrong at all, the white-robed old man was indeed a little jealous of the dean of the Star Road Academy, this guy was willing to throw down this huge Star Road Academy in order to pursue a higher realm, and went out to travel the world alone.

Thinking of the old scorpion's chic days outside, the old man in the white robe didn't mention how envious, jealous and hateful he was.

In fact, if it weren't for the ties of the One Sword Sect, Fan Qianyan would really want to learn from the dean of the Xinglu Academy, let go of all the baggage, leave Yunzhou, and enjoy the fun of traveling in the world to the fullest, and explore a higher realm.

Xianyun wild crane, this is the highest pursuit of a person in the rivers and lakes.

It's a pity that the white-robed old man doesn't have this kind of blessing, his life is destined to be dragged to Fengcheng by the One Sword Sect, as long as he dares to leave Fengcheng one step, in a few days, there will be countless people from other states who cross the Ya Xuange Desert and kill directly to the base camp of the One Sword Sect.

Naturally, the One Sword Sect has been in Fengcheng for so many years, and there are almost countless people who have offended, if it weren't for Fan Qianyan's sitting, maybe it would have been directly wiped out.

Besides, this Fengcheng is located on the edge of the Yaxuange Desert, and it is extremely rich in resources, not to mention people from other states, even if it is the various sects in Yunzhou, they are also coveted for the resources of this Yaxuange Desert.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone belonged to the same famous and decent family, and the strength of the One Sword Sect was too strong, perhaps, without the help of people from other states, there would be countless people in Yunzhou who would have entangled the One Sword Sect completely.

This point, how can the white-robed old man who has lived for more than two hundred years not understand, so for so many years, he has not dared to leave the Yaxuange Desert for half a step, for fear that when he returns one day, the One Dao Sect has been divided and clean, if it really reaches that step, even if he Fan Qianyan dies, he will not have the face to meet the ancestors of the One Dao Sect.

Therefore, for the sake of the safety of the sect, the white-robed old man could only give up some of his unrealistic fantasies, but when he thought of the dean of the Star Road Academy, he felt a little jealous in his heart, how could this person be so far behind people?

"Brother Dao, I won't tell you, I do envy that old scorpion, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't rest assured that the Sword Sect wouldn't be able to do it, I would also like to be like you, let go of everything, and concentrate on pursuing a higher realm......" Looking into the distance, Fan Qianyan's eyes showed a look of expectation.

After being silent for a moment, the white-robed old man looked a little lonely, he knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to break through to a higher realm, he had to go outside to walk, otherwise, in this life, it is estimated that he would only stop here.

Seeing the anticipation in Fan Qianyan's eyes, Lao Dao's eyes suddenly showed a touch of sympathy, and he felt that the white-robed old man was like a tiger in captivity, with countless shackles on his body, making it impossible for the latter to leave Fengcheng for half a step.

This kind of captivity in disguise seems a bit cruel for a peerless powerhouse.

Therefore, after hearing the words of the old man in the white robe, Lao Dao just smiled and said nothing, everyone has their own choice, Lao Dao chose to be alone, without worry, although he can't enjoy the admiration of thousands of people, but he can be free between heaven and earth, and explore the deeper mysteries.

And since the old man in the white robe has chosen the sect and what kind of high life he chooses, it means that he has to bear some responsibilities, although this is not what the old man in the white robe thinks, but this is indeed his responsibility, and he should bear it, this is the choice of life, and it is also the price.

Since the moment the white-robed old man stepped into the One Sword Sect, fate had already made a choice for him, unless one day, the One Sword Sect could be replaced by someone to take the position and become an optimus pillar of the One Sword Sect in the Ya Xuange Desert, firmly rooted here, otherwise, he could only stay in the barren and scorching desert for the rest of his life.

"Brother Qianyan, you don't have to be so pessimistic, there are countless rising stars of the One Sword Sect, maybe you will be able to realize your wishes in your lifetime, leave everything behind, and travel between heaven and earth. Seeing that the old man in the white robe was a little sad, the old man couldn't help but comfort him.

Hearing this, the white-robed old man shook his head slightly, judging from the current situation of the One Sword Sect, whether he can live to see these descendants grow up is still a matter of words, as for traveling the world, then forget it!

......

At this time, in the middle of the battlefield, Yang Ming walked with strange steps, the whole person became blurred, and his body was like a meteor, swimming among more than a dozen law enforcement members.

Seeing this, the pupils of the law enforcement team shrank slightly, the so-called experts knew if there was one as soon as they made a move, and when they saw the ghostly speed of the latter, their hearts suddenly continued to sink, and they finally found that this bone didn't seem to be so easy to gnaw off!

Just when the law enforcement team found that things were trickier than they imagined, Yang Ming's dantian was like a super-powerful pumping pump installed, constantly pumping out the internal force in Yang Ming's dantian, and the speed of this absorption was extremely terrifying, but in less than a hundred breaths, the full dantian gradually became dry.

This scene made Yang Ming breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, you must know that since he broke through the middle stage of the Tongqi Realm, the internal force in the dantian has increased by more than four or five times, but with such a strong internal force, it can't meet the needs of the black giant ruler, and he actually wants to completely drain him in one go......

This weapon is really ......

Yang Ming was amazed and inexplicable, as his strength became stronger and stronger, Yang Ming became more familiar with the control of this black giant ruler, but as he got to know it deeply, the more he felt the mystery of this black giant ruler, as if it was like a treasure, waiting for him to continue to explore.

Moreover, when Yang Ming continued to convey internal force to the black giant ruler, it seemed that he also discovered that there was a fluctuation hidden in the black ruler, not so much a fluctuation, but a solid seal, this seal was extremely secretive, if it were not for the coincidence, Yang Ming would definitely not have discovered the existence of this mark. (To be continued.) )