Reincarnation Master

　　 The years are long, more than a hundred years have passed by.

　　 Twenty-one reincarnations of martial arts, more than one hundred years, is enough to replace seven or eight generations.

　　 No matter what a hero, he can't escape the end of the wind and the wind.

　　Only the deeds of "Seven Killing White Tigers and Domination of the World" have been sung for more than a hundred years, making Fang Xian truly deserved and becoming a martial arts myth.

　　 Yuanwu Country, Golden Wind Drizzle House.

　　 "The flowers are blooming and withering, but the spring is gone..."

　　 Fangxian lay on the soft chair and sighed faintly.

　　 At this time, he is no longer young.

　　 Her black and shiny hair turned frosty white, and her energetic body became old and rickety, with interlaced wrinkles and age spots on her face.

　　 "One hundred and seventy-nine years old this year, and one year...Three Jiazi, is my age limit?"

　　 The spiritual acumen of the Grand Master allowed him to accurately grasp the time of body death.

　　 This kind of sorrow of watching life come to an end and the candlelight is lit up a little bit is not young people can imagine.

　　 Even if he once beaten one life!

　　 Even though he does not have the name of the leader of the martial arts, he has the reality of the leader of the martial arts!

　　Even if he holds the supreme power, all the treasures, beauty, and unparalleled knowledge in the world...everything is given and requested, extravagant.

　　 Now, no matter how good the wine is, no matter how beautiful the beauty is, it can't arouse him the slightest interest.

　　 was replaced by the sadness of'drawing the sword and looking at the heart at a loss'.

　　 What if the martial arts world is invincible? Without foreign enemies, I can only watch my body gradually aging and blood decay. I am afraid that even the white tiger's facial expression at its peak will not be able to form, and it is like a tiger with its teeth extracted.

　　 "Between life and death, there is a big horror!"

　　 "If you die on the battlefield, there is nothing, but this kind of powerlessness is scary..."

　　 "Even though I have gold fingers, I am not sure if I can live out my fourth life..."

"So the wise masters in history have become faint and cruel when they are old...It is not really faint, but self-deprecating...Because even though the name has survived through the ages, in the face of death, what is it? for!"

　　 In this world, two hundred lives are the limit!

　　 Of course, this limit is just the most perfect theoretical state.

　　 When Fangxian was young, he suffered various battles and injuries... the consumption of vitality, blood, and essence was huge, which greatly reduced the life span of his body.

　　 Originally, he only had a life span of about 150 years.

　　 Even if relying on the white tiger's method to absorb the essence, it will only be delayed for thirty years, no matter how much it is, it is impossible!

　　 Unless... can really break through!

"It's a pity... it's impossible, Grand Master, it's the upper limit of this world... But in fact, Grand Master's True Qi cultivation base is similar to Grand Master, but it strengthens the spiritual realm and can achieve the unity of nature and man. It’s just a fusion of heaven and earth..."

　　 "This is the limitation of the world. Unless one person can overcome the world, there is no way to break through..."

　　 Fangxian got up and came to the outside world.

　　 "Great worship!"

　　 A deacon knelt to greet him immediately, as if watching a **** descending from the earth.

　　 "Go outside the city, Fenglin Mountain."

　　 Fangxian got on the carriage and gave an order.

　　 He is now the biggest worship of the Jinfeng Drizzle Tower, even if the new host "Jade Little Tiger" has to listen to him.

　　 On the maple mountain, a group of red forests are infiltrated.

　　 In the cold wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.

　　 This is Yu Longjiao's grave!

　　 This female grandmaster is older than him, so naturally she takes a step ahead of him.

　　Today is her death day.

　　 Fangxian closed his eyes, and the fairy dressed in black, his jade feet resembling snow, seemed to be right in front of him.

　　 Also, this female grandmaster might have some affection for him later, but he declined.

Not only that.

　　 People in the rivers and lakes know that the former Baihu Xingjun, now Baihu Xianjun has been alone all his life, with no family, no wives, children, and no apprentices.

　　The martial arts people say that the White Tiger Immortal has no problems and no weakness.

　　 Fangxian knew that he was afraid.

　　 is afraid to see his wife and son die before him!

　　 He didn't want to experience that kind of sadness and pain again.

　　 Just as I disguised myself and went to see off the Wang family.

　　 The royal family at the time had already been living for a long time, and now he secretly takes care of his bloodline, but in terms of sentiment, it is really thin, and there is no less.

　　 "Life, separation, death, don't..."

　　 Fangxian murmured, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.

　　 Back at Jinfeng Drizzle Tower, a young man greeted him: "Grandpa!"

　　He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his expression is flying, and he has a youthful vitality that Fang Xiandu envy.

　　 "Little tiger...what's the matter?"

　　 Fangxian directly suppressed the gloom and jealousy in his heart, and asked casually.

　　 "The latest information, the two veins of the Vatican, it seems that there are heirs who can't bear to secretly come out... and the northern master Bao Shenglong has also broken through. Maybe he wants to challenge Grandpa..."

　　 Yu Xiaohu said worrisomely ~www.readwn.com~ In the past, there were also masters who wanted to challenge Fangxian. They were all martial arts talents born out of this world.

　　 Then there is no more...

　　 The prestige of the White Tiger Immortal Monarch is based on the numerous bones of the Grand Master and Grand Master.

　　 But now, it seems that the news that Fang Xian is old and debilitated has spread, the wolf king is old, and the challenging male wolf is eager to try again.

　　 Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu, known as the "North Dragon and South Tiger", are the most prestigious masters of the younger generation of martial arts in Jianghu.

　　 Now Beilong broke through the Great Master and directly crushed Yu Xiaohu.

　　 "Haha... It seems that my foul name can no longer restrain them... ahem..."

　　 Fangxian said a few words and started coughing and panting.

　　 Grandmaster master can perfectly control himself, at least before the age of 150, his combat power is still 90% of the peak period.

　　 But after the age of one hundred and sixty, his condition declined year by year, and he began to lose control of his blood and even became ill.

　　 At the age of one hundred and seventy-nine, when there is still a year to go, it will naturally worsen.

　　 "Never mind...the peace of more than one hundred and fifty years must be broken. If you divide for a long time, you must unite. If you unite for a long time, you must divide. This is the common sense of heaven..."

　　 Fangxian waved his hand to make Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up to beat himself back, retreat: "These things, the old man can't manage, and don't want to manage... As for the challenge? After the battle book is really delivered, let's talk..."

Yu Longjiao has not married all his life. This Yu Xiaohu is not a direct descendant of Yu Longjiao, but he has the ability and talents. With Fangxian’s help, he still holds the Golden Wind Drizzle House in his hands after all. When he persists for another generation, he can make Jinfeng Xiyulou is completely named'Yu'.

　　 At this time, looking at Fang Xian's thin and rickety back, Yu Xiaohu's expression could not help being extremely complicated.