In full view of everyone, the Longevity Sword was chopped off, the Ghost Sword was taken away and detained, and the jade sword fell directly into the river.
A huge defeat, a huge loss of cultivation, and no two natal swords...
After suffering such shame and humiliation, Bai Yunji felt that he no longer had the honor to stay in the college, so he took the initiative to leave the school.
The young master of the Qijue Sword Sect dropped out of school. After leaving Shang Island, the only two brothers left with portraits posted at the entrance of the college cafeteria were Ling Zhen and Gao Fei.
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For three days in a row, Qi Ruyi stayed alone in the women's dormitory. It is said that she cried for two days and one night, which was very pitiful.
The reason for crying was naturally because of a certain bastard named Yang.
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In some ways.
Ling Zhen felt that Yang Shao and Qiu Jin were very similar.
Although Yang Junjie is not the "best bastard in the world", he is quite similar to Brother Qiu. They are both the kind of people who easily owe romantic debts and love affairs.
There are certain fates that cannot be escaped or avoided.
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Within a month, Shen Jiayi and Yang Junjie broke up.
They said they were tired of it and it wasn't fun anymore, so the two of them separated peacefully and lived in peace.
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I have some amnesia in love, but I can be proud of this "officialdom".
Not long after Bai Yunji left the island, it was almost the time when Mr. Yang broke up with his ex-girlfriend.
The man named Yang, relying on the treasures brought from Hanlan Continent and the accumulated "popularity", successfully became the student union president of Shang College through voting.
In Yang Haojie's own words.
Those objects that I worked so hard to bring back from the Blue Continent are really not in vain. With this popularity and reputation, I have accumulated enough, and it is a great deal!
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Pan Jian and his new girlfriend Yan Xinyao are still together.
Yang Shao never fell in love very quickly.
As for Pan and Yan, since they established their relationship in the Taishang's Forgettable Box that day, their relationship has become stronger day by day, and they have become more and more intimate and warm. The two of them are almost never separated from each other all day long. It is enviable to win people well.
Ah Xing said more than once that if he could meet a girl as good as Yan, he would treat her well and love her as much as life!
As a result, you are often teased by Yang Junjie, you should lose weight first, so as not to be crushed to death by other girls before you have been in love for a long time, how scary it is.
Ling Zhen was eating melon seeds at that time, burst out laughing, and the melon seeds sprayed out from his nostrils.
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Pan Jian occasionally complains.
It is said that Tongtian Island is indeed huge, but there are really few places for men and women to date in the college, and there are few places where they can sit under the moon in front of flowers.
This island is a bit... lifeless.
Ji Xingchen, who has been in the academy for many years, deeply agrees with this and nods in approval: "I feel the same way. I always feel that the twilight of this island is too heavy and lacks vitality. It would be too dull and boring day by day. If it weren't for Occasionally, I can go to 'Carry His Mother' to relax, but I can't stay here and have gone back to Shenlongzhou long ago."
Gao Fei was indifferent to this and said that he was the same wherever he was.
At least on this island, you won't be disturbed while practicing, and there will be no wild cultivators coming to take your life, so you can live in peace.
It is reasonable for Gao Fei, who has been used to living in the open air since childhood, to feel this way.
Ling Zhen did not participate in the discussion this time. He was lost in thought, as if he was thinking and comprehending.
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today.
A big boss who lived for no less than a thousand years visited Tongtian Island in the form of a Yin God.
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An old man in brown clothes was so thin that his left and right cheeks were sunken. He carried a long sword on his back that was as tall as his height.
There seems to be gold water flowing on the top of the scabbard, which is very gorgeous and eye-catching.
The young man in yellow, Yang Junjie, is accompanying his roommate Ji Xingchen, planning to talk to his father Yang Jie about something.
I happened to bump into this old man in brown clothes on the road.
Literally "bump".
The old man was alone, and for unknown reasons, he landed on this giant island floating in the sky.
As soon as he arrived, he was hit by a young man who was covered in jade and looked rather tacky.
Yang Junjie, who hit someone because Yu Feng was too fast, didn't feel that he hit a "person" at all.
To be precise, it felt like... a wall to him.
A giant steel wall tens of thousands of feet high!
Yang Junjie, who didn't hit anyone, apologized repeatedly and was sincere.
The old man who had been hit but did not move a muscle narrowed his eyes at Yang Junjie and said solemnly: "Where did this reckless boy come from..."
Just after saying this, the old man looked at Ji Xingchen, the fat man in red who was standing aside. The old man in brown had a slightly kinder expression and said slowly: "We, the Dragon Clan, should be more content with it..."
Axing was confused and asked: "Us? Is the old man also a member of the Great Dragon Clan?"
At this time, the old man said something: "Let's see someone who can fight? I went to Hanlan Continent for a long time and didn't touch anyone with high enough swordsmanship. The fist of Ling Pu, the owner of Tianshen Villa, was really good." Tough enough, it would be great if he could use a sword... huh?"
The old man suddenly became excited.
Suddenly he pulled out the long sword from behind and slashed out with one strike. The force was so fierce that it seemed to split everything in front of him in half!
The one who carries this sword is wearing a green shirt.
"Hey, it's really interesting."
The old man was in a good mood, "I'm really unlucky not to have met Yu Youcong, but he also wears green clothes and his sword skills are good enough. Well, it's just you!"
After saying this, the old man drew his sword again.
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After the old man fought with Wei Jie for several rounds, five or six yellow dragon scale patterns glowing with divine light suddenly appeared on his face.
From this point of view, there is no doubt that he is a great dragon from the Shenlong Continent.
"Good boy, this swordsmanship is really exciting!"
The old man in brown clothes admired Wei Jie very much, "My name is Shuoyang. I was originally called Shuoyang, the twinkling 'Shuo'. I went to Hanlanzhou Jinxiu Dynasty a few days ago and saw a place called 'Yangshuo'. The scenery is truly beautiful! I fell in love with it as soon as I went there. I stayed there for almost three months and even changed my name from Shuoyang to 'Shuoyang'."
Before Wei Jie, the middle-aged man in blue shirt, could sign up for his surname, Ji Xingchen, a fat man who weighed 300 kilograms or 400 kilograms, couldn't help but come closer, kowtowed and shouted loudly: "Junior Ji Xingchen pays homage to the Dragon Clan Emperor!"
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The true identity of Shuoyang, the old man in brown clothes, is the Zhenzhou Emperor of Shenlong Continent, the leader of the ten heavenly dragons, and the leader of the Huanglong lineage.
"In the dormitory in my hometown, there are two portraits hanging on the north wall. One is of Hua Chong, the ancestor of my Red Dragon lineage, and the other one is of you, the leader of the entire Great Dragon Clan. There is an ancestral dragon with golden dragon scales... The two dragon eyes on that portrait are extremely lifelike, like a pair of red agates, yes, they are exactly the same color as your eyes, the emperor!"
Axing said with great excitement, "I heard that if I hang your statue, my family will be protected by the power of the heavenly dragon. Is this true?!"
Shuo Yang, the ancestor of the Yellow Dragon, was really a little upset. His favorability towards this junior member of his own clan dropped sharply, and he casually replied in a bad tone: "It's fake, they are just talking nonsense."
Ah Xing, who learned that there was no divine blessing for hanging Shuoyang's portrait, suddenly lost his expression.
All of my previous ardent expectations were wrong and vain.
Except for Wei Jie, the blue-shirted swordsman here.
At this moment two more people arrived.
It's the vice-principal Yang Jie and the gold medal tutor Ying Chun.
As soon as Vice Colonel Yang arrived, he scolded him sternly, "Who is acting recklessly here?"
Ying Chun also had a gloomy look on his face, and looked at him in a bad mood.
As soon as he saw Yang and Ying here, Shuoyang raised his eyebrows with joy and said: "Two more sword cultivators from the Great Dao Realm are here? It's wonderful. This Tongtian Island is well-deserved. There are really swordsmen in the clouds. I love it here, haha !”
Shuo Yang, the leader of the Great Dragon Clan, prepared a man to hand the sword to Wei Jie, Yang Jie and Ying Chun.
One versus three, have a good time.
Unexpectedly, a sacred and majestic voice sounded from within the lake of his heart, and only one person could hear it, "Old Yang, do you want to tear down my School of Sorrow? My hands are so itchy, I really want to If you want to have a sword fight with someone, you might as well find me, Zhuge Jielu, as your opponent."
Shuoyang's expression changed.
The old man in brown clothes couldn't help but stick out his tongue and murmured: "Forget it, who doesn't know that Zhuge's sword is powerful? On the battlefield, I was accidentally affected by your sword energy, and I still have scars on my back. Woolen cloth!"
The voice in the heart lake laughed heartily, and said while laughing: "Lao Yang, don't you claim that even eight hundred flying swords can't break your skin? How could you be injured by my sword energy?"
Shuoyang, whose true form was a ten-thousand-foot-long ancestral dragon, heard this and cursed in a low voice: "How dare you say it? Can your Zhuge sword be compared with an ordinary flying sword? In that battle, you and Crazy The kind of person who keeps drawing out his sword like he's scared, and can't stop him. I'm too long, so I didn't get out of the way. Didn't you accidentally hurt me? It's been a thousand years, and you haven't compensated me for my medical expenses. ah?!"
The voice that only resounded in the heart lake once again sounded with a smile: "Come on, come to Blind Mountain Guangming Cave, we are old friends and comrades, sit down and reminisce about the past, chat for a while!"
Shuoyang had a straight face, snorted, and then turned to Yang Jie and Ying Chun and said, "I won't fight anymore. I'm not in the mood anymore. Take me to see your Emperor Zhuge."
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"Thousands of years have passed, and you, Lao Yang, still haven't changed your habit of sharing other people's worries."
Inside the cave.
A snow-haired old man wearing a white crane cloak smiled and said, "In that battle, I clearly said that I could do it alone, but you insisted on following me and saying that you wanted to hold the battle for me... but you were accidentally hit by my sword energy. It has affected me and even asked me for medical expenses. You, you, you, this makes people love, hate and laugh at the same time."
Shuoyang, the old man in brown clothes, sniffed indifferently, looked around, and said: "Your Guangming Cave is really similar to my Dragon Cave. Why, you worship me too much, so you even use it to seal the sword formation." Do you want to imitate it? Zhuge, Zhuge, can you come up with something new?"
Zhuge Jielu did not deny this and laughed it off, "Okay, okay, I learned from you, not you who learned from me."
"What are you talking about? You were just learning from me, but you didn't let me say it after plagiarizing it? Is there such a truth in the world?!"
Shuoyang joked in a joking tone, "Don't think that you Zhuge Jielu's swordsmanship is high enough that you can do whatever you want. Brother Yang, I'm not afraid of you!"
After a pause, the old man in brown clothes with sunken cheeks said with a smile: "On that battlefield, if I hadn't helped you suppress Su Feng, you Zhuge would have never been able to avoid being chopped off by the 'Green Felt Immortal'. God or Yang Shen! Such a reckless way of fighting, only knowing how to pass the sword to slay demons, without even caring about your family and life. Isn’t this clearly delusion and stupidity? "
Zhuge Jielu, who had been taught a lesson by Shuoyang's words, still had a calm expression on his face. He nodded slowly and said: "Okay, my 'Brother Yang', what you said is absolutely right, but... this For once, I, Zhuge, really don’t need help. In other words, without the help of your great dragon clan, our human race alone, to be precise, our human race’s Tongtian Island alone, is enough to bear it.”
Huanglong Ancestor Shuoyang's pair of red eyes like agate immediately widened. He didn't hesitate for a moment and shouted in a loud voice: "A whole continent of scorched earth, the Demon Clan, how can this small island like you carry it?" Stay? What can I carry with me?!"
The human emperor, who had white hair in a crane cloak and a black gauze, lowered his eyebrows and "eyes" at this moment. Without looking directly into the eyes of his old friend, he uttered three words in a very relaxed and stress-free tone, "Take your life." Carry."
