After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

"That's right, I don't like those aristocratic families for a long time, and I still hope that Lin Qinghan and the others can overwhelm the children of those aristocratic families in the individual competition."

"For thousands of years, the family has been too arrogant."

"Wait a minute, what happened a thousand years ago?"

"Oh, it's not easy to talk about it. I'll tell you slowly when I go back."

"Why is it hard to say, it's not a monster made by the Six Sects themselves, it may be the punishment of heaven."

"Not necessarily. There were too many people with great luck that came out that year. It is said that they took up the destiny of the sect disciples in the millennium later. Therefore, in the past thousand years, these sword masters are at most sword masters. There is no way to go one step further and aspire to the great avenue.”

"........."

In the martial arts arena, Sang Luo and Elder Yu Ming fought against each other.

Yu Ming yawned lazily, stretched out his hand casually, and the crabapple flowers from behind gathered towards him, and finally gathered into a crabapple flower sword in his hand,
"Tsk, you juniors are really more able to toss than one."

Sang Luo looked at the Begonia flower sword in Yu Ming's hand with surprise in his eyes,

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

Elder Yuming slightly raised his brows,

"Hit me, and I'll teach you."

Sang Luo rubbed his chin,
"No matter how you say it, you are the sword-wielding elder of Kunwu Sword Sect. How could I beat him?"

Yu Ming clicked his tongue when he heard that,
"Then I can suppress my cultivation base at the peak of Jindan, it should be fine."

In fact, he also really wanted to try out what Sang Luo, who was said to be the most enlightened among the new generation of disciples of Xuan Yuanzong, looked like.

There was a smile in Sang Luo's eyes,

"Senior can suppress it in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

Yuming listened with a smile, and suddenly drew out the sword,
"Little girl, you are arrogant!"

In an instant, the flower rain followed the sword's edge, and the petals of the crabapple exuded a faint fragrance, but within each petal, there was another sword energy hidden.

Sang Luo waved his sword to block, his body was light, and he moved with the wind. The moment the fire spirit burst out, the rain of flowers in the sky was instantly ignited, and then turned into flying ash. For a moment, the beauty on the martial arts stage was like a painting , aroused the admiration of everyone.

There was a three-pointed smile on the girl's lips,
"I'm just young, so I can be arrogant!"

If you lose, don't be ashamed!
Yu Ming suddenly laughed loudly when he heard it,
"You are so young and frivolous, give me another trick!"

As he said, the sword energy shot straight into the sky, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder descended in an instant——

The rain of flowers all over the sky came with the brilliant power of the sky, a flash of surprise flashed in Sang Luo's eyes, and he swooped down again,

"As expected of a nineteenth Nascent Soul."

A smile flashed in Yu Ming's eyes when he heard this,
"I thought that no one in this world knew about this."

Yu Ming was also a genius, but he was born too late.

In the battle of the Seven Sects, when Murong Chuxue and Su Changli broke through the realm and became the God of Transformation, beheading the elders of the Six Sects of the God of Transformation, he was only 12 years old, and he had never participated in the battle of that generation.

At the time of his rise, the elders of the sect fell one after another, and Kunwu was in decline. Therefore, no one remembered that he, Yu Ming, was also a genius who entered the Nascent Soul at nineteen.

On the martial arts stage, thunder and fire intertwined, Yu Ming's eyes were stained with a smile, watching Sang Luo's eyes became more appreciative,
"Little girl, take the deity's last sword!"

This girl deserves to accept his moral offer!
As for how much she can realize, it depends on her own understanding.

Above the heavens, thunder and light are flourishing!
Sang Luo looked at the purple thunder that filled the sky, and finally converged into a totem, and the flames all over her body unconsciously spread out. She held the sword and walked towards the thunder light——

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