Fantasy: Sign In For A Thousand Years At The Start

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

“found it!”

After seeing Song Wudao through the power of the soul, Qi Yan shouted in surprise, but then he realized that something was wrong.

“This blind man… is not dead?”

“How can it be.”

Because he had to calculate Gu Caixuan, he had carefully collected information about Gu Caixuan eighty years ago. According to his estimation, the blind man in front of him should have died long ago as his father said.

But now, Song Wudao couldn’t refute it, and he appeared in front of him alive.

“It shouldn’t be, or say…”

He suddenly remembered that Gu Caixuan liked to run here very much before, and apart from her hard cultivation, she only had such an important friend.

And the blind man in front of him, although he is a natural disabled person, has extremely low talent, but if he has a large amount of Medicine Pill infused, he can still cultivate to Realm and live for a hundred years.

Thinking of this, I wanted to laugh, Gu’s family was really kind to him.

A few days ago, Gu Changming gave him the position of Sect Leader, and now Gu Caixuan has sent him an undamaged celestial handicapped person. This is simply God’s help for his great cause.

However, his expression changed quickly after he laughed, and his face became confused again.

“If my father didn’t find the blind man when he was investigating, he could still use the blind man to travel a long distance to explain.”

“What about Realm now?”

Under Qi Yan’s perception, now Song Wudao’s Realm did not rise but fell instead. Not only did it not rise into the Transcendence Realm, but it was similar to ordinary people.

This is a little weird.

A cultivator, even if Realm degenerates and declines, there will always be traces of cultivation, but now Song Wudao is like a blank piece of paper, as if he had never cultivated.

Coupled with the fact that he can live beyond the limit of more than a hundred years, this is even more confusing.

“Forget it, if you want to do so much, can you just catch this blind man and torture him?”

“If you have any questions, you will know if you don’t ask.”

The blind man in front of him must have a secret, but no matter how big this secret is, he is no bigger than him. Can he escape the palm of own hand after more than a hundred years of cultivation?

Looking at Song Wudao in front of him, Qi Yan stretched out one palm and grasped the emptiness with five fingers.

Between the sky and the earth, the wind moved from all directions, and a large handprint formed by the gathering of vitality instantly condensed.

With open palms, five fingers are like mountains, the texture is all over, as if catching the sun and the moon, Chao Song Wudao is crushing down.

Qi Yan smiled, success is already in sight.

In the casting room, beside the rolling lava pool, Song Wudao, who was sitting quietly cross-legged, suddenly tilted his face toward him, his eyes covered with eyelids seemed to be looking at him.

This feeling, as if he had been discovered long ago.

“what?”

Qi Yan’s eyes suddenly tightened, and the prey that was waiting to be captured in his field of vision has disappeared!

And under the cover of Divine Soul, no trace can be found either.

The people who were still here before clearly exist, but now disappear out of thin air like ghosts and gods!

There was a bad feeling in his heart.

“Who are you looking for?”

A chilly voice sounded behind Qi Yan, and his whole body was agitated.

“who!”

He shouted loudly.

Just like instinct, his body couldn’t stop shaking, exactly the same as his reaction when he met an old monster of the Heavenly Pass.

What the hell is this?

“Who?” Song Wudao showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but his voice became very cold.

“I also want to ask who you are.”

Seeing that the other party didn’t do anything immediately, Qi Yan turned around boldly, but there was a figure that he did not expect.

“Blind!” he said in shock.

He saw the blind man disappear just now, and after adding what happened afterwards, he thought it was the person behind the blind who had acted and protected him.

Where did I think that the unpredictable man was actually this blind man.

Recalling the instinctive reaction of his body just now, he concluded that the blind man in front of him was not simple, maybe he had the ability to threaten his life.This is not uncommon in the cultivator world with many adventures.

And let a blind man with bad aptitude threaten him, indicating that this blind man must have encountered great opportunities!

And this opportunity, the blind man in front of him does not deserve to have it, he should control it by himself!

Qi Yan rolled his eyes, put on an upright official frame, raised his belt, and said loudly:

“Ah, little blind man, do you know who I am?”

“I am the Sect Leader of the Tianhe Sect!”

“Say!”

“What opportunity did you get in Refining Soldier Mountain.”

“In Tianhe Sect, it is a big crime to conceal an opportunity and not report it!”

Qi Yanhu is a fake tiger. Since the blind man in front of him can threaten him, he doesn’t need to fight him with strength. He has the identity of the Sect Leader of the Tianhe Sect, and the blind people in front of him eat and cultivate are supported by Sect. From birth to now, he has been living in Sect. It is impossible for him to be afraid of himself as the Sect Leader.

As for concealing the opportunity and not reporting the guilt, it’s just that he arbitrarily talked about it. Whether he is guilty or not, it is not his Sect Leader who has the final say.

Song Wudao twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that he could say one, two or three, but in the end he used the name of Sect Leader to suppress himself. This man is not stupid at all, but he likes to find death too much.

“It seems that you have to force you to answer me.” Song Wudao said, preparing to do it.

Hearing the off-string meaning in Song Wudao’s words, Qi Yan’s expression changed.

It seems that the questioning is no longer good, so it can only be hard.

Start first to be strong, then start to suffer.

Behind him, vast oceans and blue waves converge, forming a monstrous sea, trying to press the sky.

Immediately after waving his hands, the terrifying boundless ocean suppressed Song Wudao.

“If you don’t see the Yellow River, don’t give up.” Song Wudao sneered.

As if feeling the master’s call, the long knife buzzed, and the cold knife rang across the mountains.

The dreadful Dao Dao rhyme is diffused, thousands of swords are blooming, and they want to tear the world apart.

“cut!”

After a sound, the monstrous waves were separated instantly, turned into vitality and dissipated, revealing the same body after being in the ocean.

The light of the knife seemed to descend from the sky, clear and white, with nothing to stop!

“Shit—”

A huge wound appeared on Qi Yan, from his left shoulder to his hip bone.

For a moment, Qi Yan’s Taoist rhyme was extremely messy, and his vitality was difficult to boost.

The clothes were even more blood-stained, and it was clear that the huge bone wounds came from a heart-piercing pain.

There was a cold sweat on his forehead, feeling this unforgettable but familiar sword intent, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The saint of swords?

No, it’s not right!

This sword intent is only in the same line as the sword intent that saved Gu Caixuan 80 years ago, but if there is one, it is not!

In fact, this is only because Song Wudao is more diligent in the sword.

At the moment of crisis, Qi Yan’s brain is running fast, and time seems to be slowed down at this moment.

Little blind man can’t be a saint.

The little blind man got a great opportunity in Lianbingshan!

The heart is beating.

An idea appeared spontaneously.

The chance of the blind is the saint of swords!

He must have been accepted as a disciple by the saint who had just left the pass!

A peerless figure who crossed the world can teach such a disciple.

Not surprising!

On this occasion, great cause matters, and he can’t offend the other party!

You must not lead the saint to appear!

The wound on his body healed in a blink of an eye, and he saluted his cupped hands and shouted loudly:

“The saint heir to the sword.”

“How offended, let this matter go!”

After speaking, Qi Yan’s body shape changed sharply and turned into a divine light to escape.