The former Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, Jian Liuyun, was a legendary figure, and their disciples could only look up at his heroic appearance in the portrait of the Ancestor Hall.

But now that such a big man has not only appeared, but he He Weiwen is even more honored to come to greet him, thinking about it, he has a little excitement, if he can get the guidance of Elder Jian Liuyun with a few words, he will definitely be used for life.

He even thought of the appearance of cultivating to a great advance after receiving the guidance of Elder Jian Liuyun, crushing countless geniuses in the sect and achieving supreme combat power.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of He Weiwen's mouth couldn't help but tug slightly, and under the afterglow of the sunset, there was a little more flamboyant taste.

Young and frivolous, he walked on the stone streets of Qingyang Town with a flamboyant smile, and the disciples of other forces on the street moved out of the way one after another when they met him.

This is not only because He Weiwen's cultivation is the most advanced here, but also because of the strength of the Sword Sect, and the most important thing is that He Weiwen at this time does not show his empty eyes and despise a qiē aura from head to toe.

In such a state, everyone really can't afford to provoke him, in line with the principle of being a man who has more than one thing is better than saving one thing, so everyone sent a friendly smile and flashed to the side.

This scene made He Weiwen's heart swell with something called vanity instantly, and his high head no longer considered the pressure of the cervical spine, and his eyes lingered in the blood-like sunset, as if he could see some scenery in it that others could not see.

He asked himself that he had suppressed the whole town with his personal momentum and charm, and he was even more excited, and secretly thought, this is the feeling of a strong man, looking at the world, the heroes dare not obey.

But the fly in the ointment was that when he felt that his life had been sublimated to another realm, there was one less woman around him, which made him look up at the sunset in the sky at forty-five degrees, and said sadly: "Life is really lonely like snow......

Such coquettish but philosophical words naturally attracted several juniors and disciples behind him to applaud and praise wildly.

But just when He Weiwen felt that his life had gradually reached its peak and the future was infinitely better, a voice that was not so harmonious floated into his ears.

"Senior, you said that this person's head is so high, does he have cervical spondylosis?" The voice was not very loud, but with the cultivation of the people on the street at this time, it sounded extremely clear.

In an instant, the entire stone street was so quiet that it could be heard that the needles were falling, and everyone held back their laughter and looked at the person who spoke gloatingly.

He Weiwen was angry in his heart, and he wanted to crack the earth and grow out, and he secretly said, where did the ants come from, and they actually dared to make fun of Lord Ben.

He looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a green-clothed ant looking at him with a smile, as if he was thinking about the answer he had asked before, and beside the green-clothed ant, there was a black mole in a strong suit, and he also looked at himself thoughtfully, and his eyes kept wandering near his cervical vertebrae, as if to confirm something.

After a while, the ant in a black suit nodded, and said, "The cervical spine should be fine, but it is a stiff neck." ”

As soon as these words came out, the Tsing Yi ant showed an expression on his face and nodded silently, while the pedestrians who did not leave on the side of the stone street had complicated expressions, as if they were holding back a smile.

"Flutter!"

I don't know who it is, after all, he didn't hold back, laughed out loud, knowing that he was very likely to get into trouble, he showed a look of crying and laughing on his face, and explained in fear: "I'm sorry, I didn't hold back ......"

He Weiwen's face instantly became gloomy, in the afterglow of the setting sun, with a cold murderous aura, the sword flashed, the light was cold on the stone street, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and there was a look of horror in the eyes of the onlookers.

He was very satisfied with the atmosphere he had created, and immediately, his cold eyes looked straight at the two ants in front of him, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The reason why he has such a tough attitude is because he has seen the cultivation of ants, but there are only two reincarnation realms, and they can't kill them.

But before killing, the lost face still has to be recovered.

However, the plot did not go down as he had made up in his mind, and the two ants in front of him ignored him and began to comment on the surrounding buildings.

Is it tolerable or unbearable, He Weiwen felt that his anger had exploded to the extreme, and even his hair seemed to be flying lightly, he asked himself that his style at this time must be very handsome and stylish, and sure enough, the onlookers thought that he was going to do it, and they all cast their eyes over.

"Bang!"

A sword aura directly shattered the floor in front of the ant, and seeing that the ant's face finally seemed to be panicked, and his eyes were condensed on his body, he smiled with satisfaction and said coldly: "You are looking for death!"

These words finally made the older ant react.

"Looking for death?" Lu Xia's eyes narrowed slightly, and on the handsome face with a slight smile, it suddenly became as hideous as Shura, and his cold and sharp gaze made He Weiwen's scalp a little numb.

He Weiwen was stunned, this ant was actually provoking him, and once again sensed the cultivation of the ant, and he was still at the peak of rebirth, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly burst into a rage, like lightning, and swept towards Lu Xia.

He felt that the argument of the tongue was not only his specialty, and the loss of face could only be redeemed by the blood and life of the ants, so as soon as he made a move, it was a shocking move, like a raging storm, slashing at the ants in front.

The flying sword light was cold, and the inch was shocking, as if countless sword rays appeared around in an instant, and the Dao was murderous.

"An ant in the realm of rebirth dares to look at the sky, and it is just a matter of killing you!"

The killing intent was rolling, with the strength of the mid-stage cultivation of the leaping dragon and the conceit of the genius of the youth, and it came out mightily.

At this time, more people noticed the movement here and came to watch.

"Who is that person? He actually dares to provoke the genius of the Sword Sect, is he going to compete with it?"

Ten thousand swords attacked, Lu Xia did not move at all, there was only disdain in his cold eyes, he came here to kill people.

"I don't know who gave you confidence...... In that case, it's up to you to start. ”

Before the words fell, he moved, his divine power was surging, his fists were raised like hammers, and the swords around him were constantly shattered in the void, and they were even vulnerable.

The golden fist was like a grinding disc, crushing towards He Weiwen, and the terrifying aura made the sound of the surrounding space explosion endless.

"Smack!"

Like a muffled thunder splitting the sky at dusk, He Weiwen looked frightened, but he tried his best to no avail, and was directly smashed out.