Ling Yun is not stupid, as soon as Xiao Shaofan appeared before, he could call a few people by name, obviously acquaintance, and he admitted it to his face just now, since those people were all coming for this token, Ling Yun himself felt that he should call it out with interest, did he have to open his mouth in front of him and make him embarrassed?

Xiao Shaofan actually didn't have this idea, for Xiao Shaofan, the token was just a means of participating in the Terran election, and it was really useless.

Obviously, Lingyun misunderstood, but if you misunderstand, you will misunderstand, this is better, otherwise this product is always called by the predecessors, and it is annoying.

Xiao Shaofan took the token and said, "It's okay, then you can go to the Flying Eagle Tribe to bring back this token in five months." ”

The reason why I received this token just now is one reason, and the token looks the same, is there any secret to this token?

Xiao Shaofan decided to do his own research, but he was bored all the way.

As for letting Ling Yun go to the Flying Eagle Tribe to get it after five months, after five months, Xiao Shaofan will definitely have returned to the Ten Thousand Realms, and of course he won't go here for the token.

"Alright, let's go. Xiao Shaofan really left this time, and teleported away in front of Ling Yun and Paper Crane.

Teleported directly outside the Ling tribe's city.

After taking a look at the terrain and features of the Ling tribe, Xiao Shaofan was tasteless, just like the external environment of the Flying Eagle Tribe, it was all yellow sand.

Xiao Shaofan teleported again from a distance, teleporting to the place where Lingyun Paper Crane was assassinated by Uncle Ling.

The eyes are full of emerald green, and it looks a lot more comfortable.

Later, Xiao Shaofan stepped on the road to Dongyang Valley this time, and it was still the kind of walking, after all, the scenery along the way was also good.

on Earth.

In the cold wind, snowy bushes, a corpse that did not seem to have any vital signs lay on the only bluestone slab without snow, and a small earth dog leaned against it with its tiny body, licking its palms, licking its lower face from time to time, and kept whining and moaning.

Maybe God wanted this person to experience more human suffering, or maybe God was moved by this little black earth dog, in short, after a while, the corpse sat up stiffly.

'Who am I?' In the snowy woods, a young man who looked to be about twenty years old sat in the snow, covering his head and muttering to himself in pain, his eyes wandering around.

After about half a day, the young man stood up, his eyes were much more resolute than before, and he looked up at the sky, without any expression on his face, but there was a monstrous anger in his heart.

'Mengyun, you can't imagine that I'm still alive, for my own selfish desires, I actually treated me like this,

In vain, I have a deep affection for you, it's ridiculous to think about it, I, Yang Yixian, as a person of loose cultivation, have average talent, rely on the system to recognize the master, and finally become a Mahayana monk by virtue of various adventures and penances for 2,000 years, and even rely on the Qingning swordsmanship and the genius sword jade dragon of the Qingfeng Sword Sect to resist the invasion of the demon race, and is respected as the Sword Twin Immortals by the Ziwei Star Domain.

For your sake, you did not hesitate to turn against the sword and jade dragon, and in the end it was so ridiculous, taking advantage of the day I ascended, so framed with me

It's a pity that you have been planning for so long, after all, the plan is not as good as changing, I didn't think that I would drag Yunzhu to blow myself up together.

Wait, the dream cloud I have been looking forward to day and night, and now everything you have done to me, I will return it to you as it is.

After Yang Yixian finished speaking, he sat on the spot and began to review his own situation, what the hell, I can't feel the slightest aura in my body at all, no, let alone aura, I can't even detect the most basic tendons and veins in my body, am I already dead from being reborn?

But to say nothing, what about this cloud that occupies most of my mind.

Although he can't mobilize the slightest bit at the moment, he feels the extraordinary coercion just by feeling it, which is much stronger than the Longquan Sword, one of the top ten famous swords that he has been wearing in his previous life.

Could it be that after dragging the cloud bead to self-detonate together, the cloud bead did not disappear, but entered my sea of consciousness, is this the true form of the cloud bead, no wonder the cultivation world only called it a strange thing before, but I don't know what the function and doorway are.

Also, where is the system that has accompanied me all my life, no matter how I call, I still don't see a response, I don't see a trace.

Is it the system's rebirth or the cloud beads in my mind?

Yang Yixian, who was contemplative, suddenly felt dizzy, only to find that the divine consciousness that could easily envelop a planet could only probe about 30 meters around the body, and it was still slowly retracting, and he faintly felt a burst of rejection from the body, it seems that the original owner of this body has not dissipated, and it seems that he has to take a good look.

As he entered the sea of knowledge again, sure enough, there was a small ball of light next to the cloud that revealed a faint consciousness, and Yang Yixian couldn't help but think too much, so he plunged into it, intoxicated with it, and the memories of this body's life followed.

It turns out that this body is named Yang Yi, what a coincidence, compared to himself, he is just one less immortal character, and he moved from the metropolis in the south to this small village in the north with his parents since he was a child.

Although it is a small village, it is still complete, and the living facilities are complete.

Father loves to drink, mother loves to mouth, although stumbling, but Yang Yilai will also be loved, the only bad point is that as a southerner in Beixiao Shaofan, more or less oppressed by the same people, since childhood, there will always be some grabbing pocket money, forced to do something reluctant,

Like all children, Yang Yi has been silently bearing, but he can't help but dream that one day when he walks on the road, he suddenly picks up some martial arts cheats or comes to a world-famous master to pass on his skills, and becomes a peerless master like he watches on TV all day long, and completes his little revenge.

In such an environment, Yang Yi unconsciously became a silent teenager, in fact, Yang Yi himself remembered that his current parents were just adoptive parents.

It is said that the three-year-old looks at the younger and the seven-year-old looks old, Yang Yi vaguely remembers that before the age of three in another family that loved him, there were always one or two or three faces in front of his face that doted on him, so Yang Yi has not paid much attention to his adoptive parents in the past few years.

I don't want to say anything, I'm used to hiding it, and I still have a little resentment from the bottom of my heart, but as time passes, my adoptive parents don't fall behind what they should eat and wear, and Yang Yi also misses this nurturing grace.

When Yang Yi was ten years old, the family changed dramatically, his parents made a big noise, and his adoptive mother left the north with his belongings and didn't know where to go.

Yang Yi became alone at the age of eleven, the world is big, alone, unaccompanied, relying on the help of neighbors and his own crawling, Yang Yi lived to the age of sixteen, and made up his mind to go to the southern city to change his way of life, and by the way to find his blood relatives.