Bai Che felt a little depressed. In less than a year since he came to this world, the people who were good to him, whether it was Jiang Cun, his master, or his senior brother, had left one after another. He didn't know when they would be able to see each other again. See.
This also made Bai Che understand that the road of the strong is lonely. They carry tens of thousands of years of loneliness and walk alone on that road, so that when they look back, they find that they have lost too much. There are so many precious people or things, sometimes it is better to just die.
What's more, Bai Che is just a young man who has just graduated from college, and his psychological development is not strong. Therefore, it is really embarrassing for him to face separation constantly.
In addition, after realizing "One Life Spring and Autumn", he seemed to be missing a part of his soul, and many important people were constantly forgotten. Of course, the person he forgot also blurred him in his memory, as if the cause and effect were cut off, and they never appeared in each other's lives.
This is the price of realizing the power of time, but Bai Che doesn't know this yet.
"I always feel like something is missing." Bai Che murmured to himself. After being depressed for a moment, Bai Che came back to his senses and said to himself: "We will meet one day. Now, the Hundred Gates War is the top priority, or... Go back as soon as possible, I wonder if the guys like Wen Liang have arranged the formations according to my instructions, and have the Cangqiong Gate been completed?"
If Bai Che knew that Wen Liang not only arranged a lot of formations, but also exceeded the target, he would probably say "talent" to Wen Liang.
"It won't be too late." Thinking of this, Bai Che immediately called out Dahei and flew towards the Cangqiong Gate at an extremely fast speed.
"No, let's go to Dahuang Chamber of Commerce first." Bai Che suddenly remembered that Zhu Weiping asked him to take away the painting, so he changed direction and continued moving forward.
Because Dahei is on his behalf, Bai Che doesn't have to work hard. In addition, Dahei's cultivation in the realm of god transformation makes him a leader even in the depths of the wilderness. There are almost no long-eyed beasts and ferocious birds to attack Bai Che.
Therefore, Bai Che seemed very leisurely, taking out a heaven-level magic weapon to play with from time to time. He looked like a nouveau riche who had made a fortune.
Dahei can naturally feel the aura emitted by Bai Chetian-level magic weapon. Even he must be wary of such aura.
As Bai Che kept taking out heaven-level magic weapons, like playing with cabbage and radishes, Dahei was already confused. He turned his head in surprise, with questions on his head: When did even heaven-level magic weapons become useless on the street?
However, an accident suddenly happened. The moment Dahei turned his head, he ignored a giant tree not far ahead, and it crashed forward at an extremely fast speed.
"Dahei!" At this time, Bai Che had noticed that they were crashing into the giant tree in front, and he couldn't help shouting.
"Ouch?" Dahei looked confused and looked at Bai Che in surprise.
"Be careful before..."
Before Bai Che could finish his words, Dahei hit the giant tree with a bang. Baiche, who was sitting on Dahei, flew out with a whoosh, and then fell heavily on the tree. On the ground, everything was smashed, and the sky was filled with smoke and dust...
Dahei also temporarily fainted because he hit the giant tree hard.
What Bai Che and the others didn't know was that there were two groups of people standing in a stalemate under this giant tree, and it looked like they were going to fight at any time.
This sudden movement stunned the two groups of people in the stalemate in front.
They looked at the smoke and dust rising in the center with suspicion, and then heard cursing voices.
"Your uncle, Dahei, doesn't look at the road, does he? Is he a tough guy? He threw your uncle Bai to death. He should be beaten..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Hearing Bai Che's voice, the two groups of people frowned. This seemed to be the same person?
The smoke dispersed, and a young man who looked very embarrassed was slowly getting up.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Both groups of people stared at Bai Che in the center with vigilance and asked coldly.
When Bai Che heard the cold voice, he was also startled, what was going on?
Bai Che caught a glimpse of the two groups of people wearing different clothes from the corner of his eye, and immediately judged that the two groups were from different sects, and were most likely preparing to fight because of the Hundred Sects War.
"Cough cough cough..." Bai Che coughed lightly and said with some embarrassment: "I said it was an accident that I came here. Do you believe it or not? I'll leave right away, and you can continue on..."
"It's you!" Before Bai Che could finish his words, someone in a group of people wearing blue clothes shouted: "The white devil who takes off his clothes!"
"Huh?" Bai Che followed the sound and saw a somewhat familiar face. Isn't this the middle-level monk who killed him outside Bronze Mountain that day?
It seems...the surname is Xu.
"Xu Hao, do you know him?" an old man next to him, who was called Xu Hao, asked suspiciously.
"Back to the sect master, it's like this..." Xu Hao whispered to the old man, and the old man's expression became more and more excited. He didn't expect that he would meet the famous one in Bronze Mountain here. "The white devil who stripped off his clothes", and he also took away the treasures from the Zidong Secret Realm.
"Hahaha, it seems that Fu Rui has been sent from heaven." The old man smiled. It looked like a normal smile, but there was obvious greed in his eyes.
"Boy, you can leave if you want." The old man looked at Bai Che. He was only in the middle stage of bone refining and there was nothing to worry about. He said calmly: "Keep what you got in the Bronze Mountain, and I will let you go."
Hearing this, Bai Che frowned slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes. He looked at the old man and said calmly: "Who are you? You want to rob me when we just met? Where's the logic?"
"I heard that the master of the Dao Sect, Yue Buhuan." Yue Buhuan said calmly: "Boy, those who can find treasures live there. The water is too deep, and you can't grasp it, boy."
"That's good." Bai Che nodded, and then Bai Che smiled and said, "It is true that treasures belong to those who are capable, but I feel that I am the capable one, so you leave the storage bag. If your Grandpa Bai is in a good mood, maybe I will let you go. For so long, no one has dared to snatch your Grandpa Bai’s things. Are you tired of living?"
Hearing this, both groups of people were stunned. The one in the yellow shirt didn't say much, but looked stunned, while the one in the green shirt started laughing.
Could it be that this kid just fell into a stupor? A monk who was only in the middle stage of bone refining asked a group of monks who were at least in the soul forging stage to hand over their storage bags. How could he dare to say this?
"Boy, you're making me laugh to death." A Wen Dao Sect monk chuckled and said, "I don't know how high the sky is. Let me kill you with one move!"
As he said that, the Wen Dao Sect monk moved and slapped Bai Che with a palm at an extremely fast speed.
Bai Che raised his hand unhurriedly, and then slapped him away. He didn't know how heavy Bai Che's attack was, but he only knew that all the teeth in his mouth were knocked out and he was lying on the side like a dead dog. .
Hmm...that looks a lot like Dahei.
"What?" The two groups of people were shocked when they saw Bai Che lightly slap a monk who was in the early stage of soul-casting away.
"It must be a coincidence. I don't believe this kid has such strength. He is just in the middle stage of bone refining. He can be destroyed by raising his hand." Another monk from the Wen Dao Sect took action. His strength was in the middle stage of soul forging. What greeted him was still a simple slap. Same as a dead dog...
Then, several more monks from Wen Dao Sect were killed, but the final result was exactly the same.
"Ah?" Wen Dao Sect and the other group of monks were already shocked. Once was a coincidence, but then three in succession, it was not a coincidence, but a matter of strength.
"This kid is really weird." Xu Hao murmured to himself. He suddenly regretted recognizing the white devil. This kid was already weird. During the body tempering stage, he could attract thunder and control it to run around.
Now that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of bone refining, his strength will definitely improve. Xu Hao was thinking about how to persuade Yue Buchan to let go.
"Bah, with this little strength, how dare you come to snatch your Grandpa Bai?" Bai Che wiped his hands in disgust, as if his hands were dirty from the few slaps just now.
"Wen Dao in the morning and die at night. Do you think you deserve to be called Wen Dao Sect? You're just hearing the Tao!" Bai Che said unhurriedly, "In the future, don't call it Dao Men, just Yishang Sect." Bar."
"Pfft." A woman among the monks in yellow robes suddenly laughed. Bai Che was stunned. The one who laughed was a woman of similar age. She was lightly wearing makeup and holding a flute-like object in her hand. She looked dignified and generous. , the appearance is only one point worse than Qing'er, and she is definitely in the top three among the women he has seen.
"Boy, you are looking for death!" Hearing Bai Che's words, Yue Buqian trembled with anger. He moved his body and attacked Bai Che.
"Heaven's Palm."
I saw Yue Buhuan condensing a giant hand with strong pressure, trying to suppress Bai Che.
Seeing this, Bai Che smiled slightly and said, "I thought I could guess from your name that your technique is the evil-repelling sword technique, but I didn't expect it to be the Heavenly Palm."
"Besides, can this thing of yours be called Heavenly Palm?" Bai Che shook his head, and when he was about to call out his magic weapon to fight, an old man in yellow clothes rushed forward and punched him.
"Jade Pure Fist." The old man in yellow clothes formed a fist seal and headed towards the palm of the sky.
"Boy, leave quickly." The old man in yellow shirt pushed Bai Che away and said angrily: "Old Ghost Yue, your opponent is me."
"Hmph, Chu Zhenzi, do you think you are my opponent?" Yue Buhuan said coldly.
"Old ghost Yue, how would you know without fighting?" Chu Zhenzi said calmly, "Today, I, an old man, will bump into you."
"Okay." Yue Buhuan said coldly, "Then, I will kill you and all the disciples of your Yujing Sect."
"Kill." Chu Zhenzi moved and killed Yue Buhuan. The two were worthy of being middle-level monks. They fought extremely fast, bang bang bang... palm prints and fist prints intertwined in the low air, and a Tao energy is scattered.
Bai Che watched the exchange between Chu Zhenzi and Yue Buhua with great interest. He touched his chin and said to himself: "It looks like the attack is quite fierce. I don't know how many punches I can catch."
"However, although Chu Zhenzi's fist is powerful, it lacks stamina and will surely be defeated in the long run."
"Yue Buhuan is quite vicious. His palms are soft and soft. He has been accumulating strength. He should be planning the final blow." Bai Che analyzed clearly, as if he could see the two moves and methods at a glance. .
