The Chiyue Sword Sect is located in the lower cultivation country of the Rain Realm - the Chi Country, and is the number one sword sect in the Chi Country.
Ning Fan stood at the foot of Chiyue Mountain, with the silly little paper crane beside him, admiring the scenery along the way and feeling very happy.
After Mu Haitang's appearance changed into a paper crane, his personality also changed slightly, and in the end he was almost exactly the same as the paper crane.
Ning Fan doesn't care whether this dream is true or false, as long as he is here, no one can hurt the paper crane.
He occupied Zhou Chen's body, and his cultivation was at the level of Zhou Chen's 16-year-old.
The 3rd level of Pimai is really weak.
In the dream, Ning Fan did not inherit any cultivation or body-refining realm from this deity, but the power of his artistic conception was still there.
Ning Fan closed his eyes, and pieces of black snowflakes gathered in his palms.
Every snowflake is the power of artistic conception. The artistic conception of his memories exists in the form of seven plum blossoms and wind and snow.
With the power of recalling artistic conceptions, even though Ning Fan is only at the third level of Pimai, he can be invincible when looking at the Chi Kingdom, which is just a lower-level cultivation country.
In lower-level cultivation countries, the strongest person is the golden elixir, but Ning Fan can recall the ice and snow-sealed gods by raising his hand!
In addition, he also has the sword intention of trapping immortals, which can also hurt the enemy.
"As long as I am here, no one can hurt the paper crane. But as far as I know, among the eight hundred cultivating countries in the Rain Realm today, there is no Red Kingdom. It seems that it was slaughtered by people thousands of years ago..."
"The first style of Zhou Chen's Sad Sword is called Ten Years of Life and Death. In this way, ten years will flow through this residual dream..."
"If I want to break this sword and leave the dream, I must avoid any sadness within ten years. This dream is the greatest sadness. Naturally, the death of Mu Haitang left Zhou Chen with countless pains. All I need is Protect the paper crane for ten years and keep it unharmed and without sorrow for ten years. This dream can be shattered!"
After a long time, Ning Fan gathered his thoughts and led Mu Haitang up the mountain steps.
Chiyue Mountain is very high, tens of thousands of meters tall, and it is a dangerous peak filled with tigers, leopards, insects, and snakes. In the eyes of mortals, Chiyue Mountain is a peerless mountain that cannot be climbed.
Mu Haitang is just a mortal woman, weak and weak, and it takes only half a day. Just climbed to a height of 1,000 feet. Already out of breath.
Ning Fan glanced back. Seeing Mu Haitang Xiang dripping with sweat, he squatted down and picked it up on his back.
Mu Haitang's beautiful eyes were in a trance, and she lay on Ning Fan's back. Suddenly he showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Brother Fan, Fan, I dreamed of you again!" Very good, the existence of this wooden crabapple was completely erased, and Huan Meng completely replaced the wooden crabapple with a paper crane.
"Are you awake?" Ning Fan's tone became gentle, but his eyes became serious.
Dreams are indeed very mysterious and unpredictable. You think everything in the dream is real, but when you wake up, everything is empty and just a mirror.
But if dreams are all illusions, it is true. Zhihe can always meet Ning Fan in his dreams again and again.
It is really difficult to tell whether life and death in dreams are true or false.
But Ning Fan became more and more convinced that even in a dream, he would protect Zhihe and not let her get hurt in her dream.
"Brother Fan, I miss you so much..."
"I know. You need to rest for a while and I will take you to a place."
Ning Fan had a thousand words in his heart, but he could only smile bitterly. He had been running around all his life, killing people like crazy. He also longed to return to the Yue Kingdom, but he had too many things yet to be completed and could not go back.
On the mountain road, only the words of the paper cranes were left. Ning Fan listened attentively. Occasionally, ferocious beasts would come out of the mountain forest and block the mountain road. Ning Fan would often scare the birds and beasts to pieces with a single fierce look. .
His evil spirit and power are still there.
Half a day later, we arrived at the top of the mountain. It was already midnight and the moon and stars were scarce.
The magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, with its dim lights, floats in the clouds on the top of the mountain, like a fairyland.
In the mist, young men and women were wielding swords, all of them were swordsmen. This Chiyue Sword Sect was worthy of being the number one sword sect in the Chi Kingdom.
Zhihe had no intention of watching such a wonderful night scene, and had already fallen asleep due to sleepiness.
"He who comes is stopped!"
Suddenly, six disciples guarding the mountain stood in front of Ning Fan, blocking the way forward. Each one of them had a level 7 or above of Pi Mai. They all carried swords and were extremely heroic.
Their eyes drifted past Ning Fan, and they all showed disdain when they saw that the latter was only at the third level of Pulse Pulse.
Looking at the paper crane again, they were suddenly startled when they saw the beautiful face of the paper crane, and their eyes flashed with astonishment.
What a beautiful woman!
"I am Yu Wei, the deacon guarding the mountain. Who are you! Why did you bring a young girl to break into our Chiyue Sword Sect!"
Among the six disciples guarding the mountain, the leader spoke up. He had the 8th level of Pimai cultivation. His momentum spread slightly and he moved towards Ning Fan with a hint of intimidation.
"I am Zhou Chen!"
Ning Fan casually flicked his sleeves, and the breeze blew through his sleeves, dissipating the remaining power and aura, but his expression remained calm.
But the six disciples guarding the mountain were shocked by the force of Ning Fan's flick of his sleeves. They all vomited blood and fell back, their eyes shocked!
Even in a dream, Ning Fan would not be intimidated by Junior Pimai, and he was really unhappy with the gazes of the six people on the paper crane, so he punished them slightly.
hiss!
All the disciples guarding the mountain, including Yu Wei, took a breath of cold air.
The young man with a sword in front of him is actually Zhou Chen! And this Zhou Chen, who was only at the 3rd level of Pimai, was able to block the momentum of the 8th level of Pimai, and raised his hand to injure six deacon disciples. His method was truly astonishing!
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Zhou Chen. Disrespect, disrespect... The leader has already given an order to accept Senior Brother Zhou Chen as his disciple and the chief disciple of Chiyue Sword Sect. If Senior Brother comes to the sect, he can directly go to Jian Yan Pavilion and practice swordsmanship in seclusion for ten years... ten After years, if my senior brother is ranked among the top ten swordsmen of the Hundred Sects, he can leave the sect freely and no one can interfere."
Yu Wei and others looked at Ning Fan with a hint of fear. They were not only afraid of Ning Fan's identity, but also afraid of Ning Fan's terrifying ability to raise his hand to hurt others.
No one dared to look at Zhihe again for fear of offending Ning Fan. No matter where he goes, strength is always respected.
"It won't happen again."
Ning Fan left a warning and entered the mountain gate with the paper crane on his back.
The Zhike disciples along the way had been ordered by Yu Wei to respectfully lead the way for Ning Fan, twisting and turning, and finally arrived at a pavilion with extremely strong spiritual energy, which was the Jianyan Pavilion.
There is one servant in the pavilion. Each of them has cultivation level above the Pulmonary Pulse Level and can be considered an elite disciple in the sect, but he is sent to serve Ning Fan.
And the so-called head master. He never showed up, accepted Zhou ministers into the mountain gate, and did not conduct any sect examinations.
Zhou Chen has been a genius in swordsmanship since he was a boy, and was spotted by the head of Chiyue. Those who have been in the mountain village and passed the assessment, so there is no need for any assessment after joining the sect.
"I have met Senior Brother Zhou Chen! The leader has expected that Senior Brother will be here tonight and ordered Senior Brother to rest early. He will personally come to Jianyan Pavilion tomorrow to teach Senior Brother his skills!" A servant had a respectful face and deep eyes. But there is disdain.
"knew."
"This woman is not allowed to enter the Jianyan Pavilion! The Jianyan Pavilion is the attic left by the founder of the sect. Without the order of the head, no outsider can enter!" Several servants looked at the paper crane with disdain in their eyes and blocked them tyrannically. .
"She is my wife. I brought her into the Sword Smoke Pavilion. There is nothing wrong with it. What I practice is a sentient sword. Master will understand. If you are trying to stop me, die!"
After Ning Fan finished speaking, an astonishing evil aura dispersed, shocking all the servants and disciples to obey and no longer dare to have any disdain or objection.
They couldn't understand why a mere junior at level 3 of Pimai could have such shocking evil aura!
Zhou Chen was successful as a young man and enjoyed great success, but all of this glory would turn into deep sorrow after ten years.
The paper crane sleeps peacefully. Ning Fan sat on the bed, guarding his side, and meditated cross-legged.
His eyes swept over the Sword Smoke Pavilion from time to time, and he faintly felt a trace of damaged sword intent from the Sword Smoke Pavilion.
That sword intention was left in the pavilion by the founding ancestor of the Chiyue Sword Sect. It had not been successfully condensed and could only be regarded as a semi-finished sword intention.
Rumor has it that Patriarch Chiyue was only a Nascent Soul cultivator. It was rare to be able to touch the edge of the sword's intention. It was not surprising that he failed to completely condense the sword's intention.
Ning Fan closed his eyes and realized the damaged sword intention. The sword intention was as misty as smoke, making the sword like smoke, making the smoke like sword...
He raised his fingers lightly, and a misty sword light like smoke slowly rose from his fingertips.
Throughout the night, Ning Fan was comprehending the meaning of the sword and gradually gained some insights.
This misty sword intent is quite similar to Zhou Chen's sword intent.
Most of Zhou Chen's future sword intentions were realized from this sword smoke.
You still have to wait for ten years in the dream, and you will have no sorrow for ten years. It is a good choice to practice this sword intention.
Outside the door, a sinister sneer suddenly floated up, interrupting Ning Fan's sword practice.
"Zhou Chen, you must be careful. You left the village to become a disciple, and you actually took Mu Haitang with you. Although I failed to kill her in the mountain village, killing her tonight will be the same. It will definitely break your path of love and ruin your future! "
A sword-bearing Taoist with his face covered in black suddenly sneaked into the Jianyan Pavilion, used his finger to melt the spirit sword light, and slashed at the sleeping paper crane.
Ning Fan's eyes darkened, and he had a guess. This hidden Taoist priest was probably the culprit who killed Zhou Chen's beloved, making Zhou Chen miserable throughout his life.
He could kill Zhou Chen's wife, but never thought of hurting Ning Fan's wife.
"court death!"
Ning Fan reached out his hand and grabbed it in the air. An unimaginable sword intent turned into wisps of sword threads, sweeping up the negative sword Taoist and instantly killing him into a blood mist.
The Taoist's eyes widened with disbelief and horror.
To his death, he could not understand why a junior at level 3 of Pimai could raise his hand to kill him with his soul-melting spirit!
He wanted to beg for mercy, but in Ning Fan's hands, he couldn't even beg for mercy and could only die!
Die with your eyes open!
Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, and the breeze blew through his sleeves, dispersing the blood mist after the Taoist's death, leaving no trace.
With his level of cultivation, who would know if he wanted to silence a Rongling murderer.
That night, the deputy head of the Chiyue Sword Sect's life tablet was shattered, he died inexplicably, and there was a huge chaos. No one suspected that Ning Fan was responsible.
If Ning Fan kills this man, Mu Haitang will not die. In this way, Ning Fan will not have ten years of sorrow. Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword cannot hurt Ning Fan!
The next day, the head of Chiyue came to Jianyan Pavilion and left a large amount of pills and techniques to Ning Fan, and then left in a hurry, seemingly to investigate the death of the deputy head.
That was Zhou Chen's mentor, and he was very kind to Zhou Chen. His death was another sadness for Zhou Chen.
Within ten years, Ning Fan stayed at Jianyan Pavilion without leaving home, guarding the paper crane.
The elixirs are available when requested, and some sword cultivation techniques are also well prepared.
Ning Fan had never practiced swordsmanship systematically. In Zhou Chen's lingering dream, he started with the Pulse Pulse Sword Cultivator and practiced hard for ten years.
His aura is already in the late stage of soul fusion, but what he publicizes to the outside world is only the first level of Pimai.
Within ten years, Zhihe slept frequently and woke up rarely. When she woke up occasionally, she was groggy. However, with Ning Fan protecting her, she was never in any danger.
In the tenth year, the figure of the paper crane slowly disappeared into the dream.
And a trace of memory that originally belonged to Zhou Chen. Also within these ten years, it was captured by Ning Fan.
Ning Fan protected Zhihe for ten years, until Zhihe left Can Meng, no one could harm her. Ning Fan has no regrets. I have no sorrow and will not be hurt by the sword of sorrow.
As long as he defeats Zhou Chen with his most tragic sword in the tenth year, he can defeat Zhou Chen.
According to Zhou Chen's memory, he should have been apprenticed to Chi Yue and Wu Jian for ten years. After ten years, he ranked first in the sword competition, and then he received the qualification to leave the clan and returned to the mountain village.
But when Zhou Chen returned to the village, he found that his beloved had been dead for ten years, and fate had played a trick on him. Until that moment. All glory turns to dust. All love is broken. He cut off the only remaining silken crabapple in the village, whittled it into a wooden sword, and practiced hard for a hundred years. Just for revenge!
Ning Fan did not participate in the sword competition and directly turned into a sword light, leaving Chiyue and returning to the mountain village.
All the dreams around him were crumbling, which was a sign that his swordsmanship was broken.
boom!
The lingering dream that lasted for ten years suddenly shattered when Ning Fan stepped into the mountain village.
The mountain villages are as peaceful and happy as they were ten years ago, and have not been massacred by others. No sadness.
Under Ning Fan's protection, Mu Haitang did not die or feel sad.
Without sorrow, the sword of sorrow is not the sword of sorrow. The first form, ten years of life and death, broken!
The ten years in the dream are just a blink of an eye in the outside world.
In these ten years, Ning Fan laid the foundation of sword training, which made up for some shortcomings in swordsmanship.
I benefited a lot from Zhou Chen's sword.
After breaking the dream, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes in reality, and his eyes flashed, shattering all Zhou Chen's sword intent.
"Your first sword intention is ineffective against me!"
"What!" Outside the Leichen Pavilion, the three Qiuxu saw that Ning Fan actually opened his eyes and broke the illusion of sword intent. Their eyes changed drastically. Even Hong Yi was slightly surprised.
Even if the old monster Wenxu or Chongxu is confused by Zhou Chen's sword, he will sink into the fantasy dream and cannot extricate himself.
But Ning Fan broke the sword intent in the first move and woke up!
Zhou Chen's eyes showed a hint of respect. He had been fighting swordsmen all his life, and he had only met three people who could wake up from the first sword movement. Yun Tianjue, Sword King of Sword Realm, and Four Heavenly Sanxian. Ning Fan was the fourth. people!
He was indeed right. Ning Fan was a genius in swordsmanship. In terms of swordsmanship talent alone, he was even better than Zhou Chen!
"I use one sword to divide into four forms. Although you wake up in the first form, the sword intention of the four forms has not been completely defeated! The first sorrow, ten years of life and death!"
At this moment, Zhou Chen was fighting with Ning Fan, no longer looking for victory or defeat, but just for discussion.
Ning Fan nodded and signaled to Zhou Chen that he could use all his strength to fight against Zhou Chen. His swordsmanship could also prove each other and improve greatly.
Zhou Chen turned his sword, and Ning Fan was overwhelmed by a strong feeling of sadness.
"I joined the Chiyue Sword Sect at the age of 16 and said goodbye to Haitang. Little did I know that one day later, heaven and earth would be separated forever. She died at the hands of evil disciples, but I didn't know it. When I found out about her death, she was already dead. It's ten years later, heaven and earth are separated forever... ten years! I've been looking forward to meeting her again, looking forward to staying with her forever. I've been looking forward to it for ten years! What I've been waiting for is my life... her death! This first move of the Sad Sword , contains my lifelong regret, which cannot be made up for, cannot be told, cannot be forgotten, and cannot be turned back! The sorrow of this sword can kill and see the truth!"
laugh!
Like a tide of sadness, it swept through Leichen Pavilion. When the three Qiuxu saw this sword, they were all deeply afraid.
Ning Fan stood at the center of the sword intention, unmoving. He would only be locked up by the sword intention once, not a second time.
There were waves of cramping pain in my heart, which was the regret of not being able to protect my beloved.
Ning Fan sighed with his eyes open. If the woman he loved died and he found out about it ten years later, he would definitely feel the same pain and deep regret. Therefore, he must not make a wrong step in his life and must not leave any regrets.
Therefore, he would rather suffer a bad reputation in the world, but also want to have no regrets in this life!
"collapse!"
His Taoist heart was strong and unshakable by sorrow. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the sorrow of Zhou Chen's ten years of life and death.
He recalled his understanding of the meaning of the sword in the lingering dream of ten years. He acted like Zhou Chen and casually grabbed the wooden chair aside. The sawdust shattered and condensed into a wooden sword.
Weak sword, strong will!
A sad sword intention that was as strong as Zhou Chen's retreat condensed on the wooden sword!
"I can also bring about the sorrow of life and death for ten years with this sword!" Ning Fan's tone was calm, as if he was telling something casual, but Zhou Chen's eyes were shocked.
His strongest sword intention was secretly learned by Ning Fan!
The three Qiuxu were even more unbelievable. It was unbelievable that Ning Fan could defeat Zhou Chen's first sword intention. How is it possible to learn how to defeat Zhou Chen's sword intent?
"What kind of swordsmanship genius is this guy? He can secretly learn the swordsmanship of the three elders face to face!"
The three people exclaimed that they didn't know it. Ning Fan did not just learn the sword intent from face to face, but he spent ten years learning the sword. From the residual dream, he followed Zhou Chen's sword cultivation path and understood the sword smoke and sword intent.
Then, like Zhou Chen, he melted sadness into the smoke of the sword and cultivated the first style of the Sad Sword.
Hongyi's cold eyes moved slightly, Ning Fan once again exceeded her expectations.
Zhou Chen's sword was slashed horizontally. He could not defeat Ning Fan with his first sword, so he needed to use his second sword.
"I became a member of the Chiyue Sword Sect. After ten years of cultivation, I reached the first level of Pi Mai. I learned that my beloved was dead. I found out that my enemy was an old monster named Fusion Spirit, so I betrayed Chiyue and practiced hard for a hundred years. After a hundred years, I formed a golden elixir and massacred Chiyue with blood. ! I have endured the pain of longing, sitting alone in a cave for hundreds of years, like sitting in dry meditation, feeling sad every day. Ten years of life and death can be enough to see what is wrong, and a hundred years of loneliness can be clear of what is wrong!"
Ning Fan suddenly raised his head, his black hair dancing wildly. The wooden sword also imitates Zhou Chen's sword, continuing a hundred years of loneliness based on ten years of life and death.
Ning Fan also has loneliness. His loneliness is not the loneliness of staying alone in a miserable house, but the loneliness of a cultivator facing the sea of blood alone.
His loneliness is different from Zhou Chen's, but he can understand Zhou Chen's sadness.
Standing in the sword's will, Ning Fan was unscathed, but his gaze became deeper and deeper.
"The third form, intertwined for thousands of years! The fourth form, wandering for thousands of years! I destroyed Chiyue and got a trace of Begonia's soul from the evil Taoist. I whittled the silken crabapple tree at the head of the village into a wooden sword and cut away a trace of her soul. Sealed in the sword, I will accompany her every day. She has become my sword! I have been wandering for thousands of years, but she is the only one who has been with me through life and death. She will never abandon me even though I am sad! If the sword is with me, I will die with the sword!"
"I can't break through the void, just because my artistic conception can't be improved further. It's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't want to... My sorrow, even I will sink into it. As long as I give up all sorrow and forget all the past with her, I can Jin enters Chongxu, but I don’t want to!”
"If the price of breaking through my cultivation is to forget her, I would rather give up my cultivation!"
Zhou Chen's eyes were filled with sadness. He had excellent aptitude. If he hadn't been reluctant to forget Mu Haitang, he would have become a master of Shattering Xu at this moment.
But he couldn't bear it...he couldn't let it go...
A heavy wave of sadness overwhelmed Ning Fan again without giving him any breathing space.
Zhou Chen's sadness has been driven to the extreme. In his sadness, there are his memories and his way.
More and more sadness filled Ning Fan's heart, and Ning Fan's heart became stronger and stronger.
From the beginning, he never felt sad for Zhou Chen, and he won't feel sorry for Zhou Chen either now.
He used the artistic conception of memories to peek into Zhou Chen's memories, and he clearly knew every trace of Zhou Chen's sadness.
Ten years of life and death, surrounded by people and ghosts, a hundred years of loneliness, the old grave is desolate. Thousands of years intertwined, shredding the liver and intestines. Wandering for thousands of years, abandoning love and going crazy.
Ning Fan closed his eyes, as if he was like Zhou Chen. After losing his beloved, he experienced thousands of years and traces of Zhou Chen's memory, but he clearly understood the meaning of his sword.
Ning Fan understood the four moves of the Sad Sword one by one. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, as if he was infected by sadness. Once the tears fell, his heart became sad, and ten thousand swords pierced his heart.
He opened his eyes and recalled the artistic conception, and gradually became less sad and joyful. All the sorrow that pierced his heart was swallowed up by the artistic conception of memories.
Ning Fan opened his palms, and traces of black snowflakes were slowly condensing into a small black sword, shining with a strange luster.
This small black sword was formed by swallowing Zhou Chen's sorrowful sword intention with the power of memory.
The artistic conception of his memories breaks through from Dacheng to the state of perfection!
Ning Fan swallowed Zhou Chen's sword intention, but condensed his own sword of artistic conception.
"Ten years of life and death, a hundred years of loneliness, thousands of years of intertwining, thousands of years of wandering, all the sad memories are not indestructible! From your memories, I came up with a sword. This is... the memory-cutting sword! Maybe, it can help You break through the realm of Chongxu. If you can't let go of her memory, sweep away the sadness in your heart and only remember the past of staying with her happily, you can also Chongxu. Kill!"
Ning Fan raised his hand, and the small black sword flew up from his palm, splitting away all the sadness with one sword.
Zhou Chen only felt pain in the sea, and all the sad memories disappeared one by one whenever he was struck by this strange little sword.
Boom!
He fell to his knees heavily, his eyes showing shock.
What is shocking is that Ning Fan used the four moves of his Sad Sword to form a sword, and this sword can kill people's memories!
All the power of Zhou Chen's sadness comes from the painful memories of the past. If the memories are cut off, the sorrow will no longer exist.
"You are defeated!"
Ning Fan glanced at Zhou Chen indifferently, raised his hand to withdraw the black sword, and swallowed it in his belly.
Taking over Zhou Chen's sword today, using Zhou Chen's ten thousand years of sorrow to perfect the artistic conception of memories, and condensing the sword of cutting memory, it is definitely a rare gain!
With this sword in his hand, Ning Fan looked carefully and found that this sword had two major abilities.
One can erase other people's memories, and the other can destroy other people's artistic conception.
If there is someone like Zhou Chen who uses his artistic conception to duel with Ning Fan, Ning Fan can defeat him with one strike using the Zhan Yi Dao Sword!
"What kind of sword is that little black sword? It can defeat all the sword intentions of the third elder with one sword!"
"I can't see through it, I can't see through it! This sword is so mysterious that no one but me can understand it!"
"I seem to have seen similar rumors about this sword from some ancient book... This sword seems to be... it seems to be... something..."
The three Qiuxu were shocked by the power of the black sword and chattered non-stop.
Only the man in red, his blood pupils flashed with shock, clenched his soft palms and said,
"This is the Taoist soldier of the artistic conception. It is recorded in ancient books that only monks who have mastered the second step of the artistic conception can, when the artistic conception is perfect, condense the power of the artistic conception into a soldier of the Taoist Tao. They have great magical power."
"Wha, what! This black sword is a Taoist weapon! This means that the artistic conception that Zhou Ming understood this time is the second-step virtual artistic conception, and when he transformed into a god, he cultivated the artistic conception to a perfect state!"
"The second step of artistic conception! No matter what the second step of artistic conception is that this child has understood, there are few people in the Nine Realms who have understood the second step of artistic conception. Even in the Four Heavenly Immortal Realm, there are absolutely no people who can understand the second step of artistic conception. Most of them are true immortals!”
"The artistic conception is perfect! Generally speaking, only the Taixu old monster can cultivate to the artistic conception and fully understand the word "Xu". This person has not yet practiced Xu, the artistic conception is perfect, and his future is limitless!"
The eyes of the three Qiuxu showed deep shock.
Zhou Chen half-knelt on the ground, the sadness in his eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a trace of decadence.
"My little friend not only took my sword, but also used my backhand sword to destroy all my artistic conception. In terms of the strength of my artistic conception alone, I lost to my little friend... Later I will take 4 hundred-thousand-year-old elixirs and give them to My little friend, please wait a moment, I’ll give up my arm first and apologize to the young lady.”
"No need, go get the medicine quickly!" Hong Yi's words were cold and his eyes were unhappy and impatient.
She never said that she wanted to cut off Zhou Chen's arm. It was all Zhou Chen's own words.
"Uh..." Zhou Chen's eyes were startled and he was confused.
In those days, if anyone in red clothes disobeyed his orders, he would be killed. Cutting off an arm would be considered trivial.
Today's Hongyi is actually considerate of his subordinates, which is really surprising.
"The master's personality...has changed!" Zhou Chen looked worried, hoping that the change in Hong Yi's personality would be for the better.
Looking at Ning Fan again, Zhou Chen sighed deeply.
Ning Fan swallowed his sorrow and formed a black sword weapon, which really shocked Zhou Chen.
"This child is valuable for the master to recruit with all his strength, and he is qualified to obtain the 100,000-year elixir! In the future, he will definitely be a powerful aid for the master's revenge!"
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