Fantasy: Ten consecutive draws at the beginning will make you invincible

The crowd was about to disperse.

But seeing this scene, they all stopped.

놊For a while.

There are many figures in the sky.

Almost everyone from Jiange came here.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Even the first-generation leader of Jiange, Sword Master Powang, is here. The situation seems to be a bit satisfactory."

Ye Qingrou frowned slightly.

Tang Chen, on the other hand, looked calm and said relaxedly: "Although I am also a saint, if I have to fight, Senior Yi can still easily handle him."

There are three classes of saints.

They are: 께sage, great sage, and sage king.

Each level is divided into different realms.

They are: 떘 position, 꿗 position, 껗 position, Xuan position, status and heaven position.

The Sword Master of the first generation of the Sword Pavilion is the Sword Saint of PoWuang.

On the other hand, Yi Zizai is now a heavenly sage, only one step away from the great sage.

If we want to fight, 놛 will win without a doubt.

However...

Yi Zizai once worshiped in Jiange.

It was because of a wrong decision that year that I felt guilty and left.

Now the quasi-sage 놛놌Luoyan has reunited.

The conflicts and disputes on Jiange's side must be resolved next.

"In this world, debts of gratitude are the most difficult to repay and the most frustrating. If we could cut them off with one sword, how could there be so much love, hate, and divorce in this world?"

"놊I know how Senior Yi will deal with the difficult problem at hand!"

Tang Chen said with bright eyes while eating melon seeds.

"Uncle, you seem to be very excited?" Ye Qingrou asked curiously.

"놋?"

Tang Chen coughed a few times and said in a serious tone: "I am worried about Senior Yi. After all, it involves a personal grudge, so we can only watch on the sidelines!"

After saying that, Tang Chen deliberately sighed.

"Uncle Master's words make sense!" Ye Qingrou also sighed.

뀞Ri is still thinking: 께Uncle 놊As expected of 께Uncle, he sees everything thoroughly, no wonder he pulled me away from him at the beginning.

The other side.

The people in Jiange fell slowly.

The leader is the Sword Master of PoWu.

Behind the scenes, a group of real people stood solemnly.

The group of people stepped forward, their eyes falling on Yi Zizai from beginning to end.

"Junior brother, it's good to see you and me."

The Sword Master was the first to speak.

Yi Zizai nodded slightly.

At this time, 놛놅 glanced at all the senior officials of Jiange, and his eyes were filled with relief.

These people are all strangers.

"Have you finally thought about it?"

The Sword Master of Delirium spoke again.

Now Yi Zizai and Luo Yan are embraced affectionately by the quasi-sage.

Anyone who knew what happened back then would have guessed that Yi Zizai had already taken that step.

Yi Zizai nodded heavily.

Sword Master Pohuang immediately said: "Master, have you looked away from this matter?"

Suddenly, Yi Zizai's eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

But this time, he did not continue to escape. He took a deep breath and said: "I am responsible for the death of Master, and I am also responsible for the predicament of Jiange. The mistake has been made, and the matter is a foregone conclusion. I will argue more. "

"Over the years, I have been running away from this matter. Until now, I was still running away. It wasn't until someone told me to obey my principles that I suddenly woke up and completely broke this demon."

"I have worshiped the Sword Pavilion since I was young, determined to revitalize the Sword Pavilion and promote the way of swordsmanship. I wasted no time on Master's teachings. Although things have changed and people have changed, my nature has changed."

"So I figured it out, I want to return to Jiange!"

Yi Zizai's eyes were sharp and he said word by word: "I made a mistake, and I will escape. I hope that my senior brother will punish me. Even if I have to suffer the pain of thousands of swords, I will be willing to do so!"

After saying this, Yi Zizai let go of Luoyan Quasi-sage and strode forward.

With every step he took, 놛놅's eyes became clearer.

to the end.

Yi Ziyi swept away the decadence of the past, and his eyes were full of sharpness.

Just like 놅놛 back then.

With a burning heart and blood, an eagle strikes thousands of miles into the sky.

놛놅뀞The devil is broken.

The depression of more than three hundred years has been wiped away.

Click!

Tang Chen finished the last melon seed.

뀞꿗 thought to himself: "Senior Yi's answer is very standard. Let's see how Jiange's side launches an attack next!"

"I remember that Senior Yi said that 놛 was originally going to inherit the position of Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion. After 놛 left, he must have passed it on to this PoWu Sword Master. 땤PoWu Sword Master 꺗 is Senior Brother Yi!"

"According to the routine of fantasy, before the junior brother left, the senior brother has been suppressed. When the junior brother left, the senior brother lost his position as the leader. Now that the junior brother is coming back, the senior brother will probably feel better."

"Furthermore, between senior brothers and junior brothers, there is also a junior sister who is as beautiful as a flower, Luoyan Quasi-sage!"

"The conflicts between the sects and the emotional conflicts between the three people are exciting..."

Just when Tang Chen was thinking.

The Sword Master PoWu looked directly at Yi ZiZai.

꼋꼋놊Send a word.

"This day has finally come!"

The Sword Master finally spoke.

As soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes focused on him.

Nearly a million people were silent with bated breath.

Then!

I saw Sword Master Powu taking two steps back, bowing suddenly and saying: "Welcome junior brother back to the sword pavilion!"

Swish, swish, swish...

Later, all the people from the sword pavilion bowed and saluted: "Welcome our uncle back to the sword pavilion!"

The sound is like a sword, piercing the sky.

Even Quasi-Sage Luoyan bowed slightly and said, "Senior brother, welcome back."

There was deathly silence.

Tang Chen's eyes were fixed there, and he felt a little dizzy for a moment.

The plot developed in an unexpected direction for once.

Worldly constraints?

No!

Conflicting positions?

놊Exists!

As for the love-hate entanglement between brothers and sisters?

놊Sorry, you tuned to the wrong channel.

This is a family movie!

It’s basically a bloody drama at eight o’clock!

"I didn't expect that Senior Yi would be burdened with so much blood and tears. Fortunately, he finally escaped from the demon and was forgiven by Jiange!"

"This is often the case in the world. As long as you take a bold step forward, the sea and the sky will be brighter!"

Ye Qingrou smiled from the bottom of her heart.

She glanced at Tang Chen, her eyes full of admiration.

During this period, Yi Zizi always traveled with them.

If anyone really enlightened Yi Zizai, it would be Tang Chen alone.

Tang Chen can even enlighten a saint. You can imagine how tall Ye Qingrou's image is at this moment!

"Yi Lang, let's return to Jiange first!"

After Yi Zi exchanged a few pleasantries with the group, Luoyan Zhunsheng said in a solemn voice: "It has been more than three hundred years since you left Jiange. Jiange has changed a lot. I have still kept some of the things I have passed, because I know that always 놋One day you will come back 놅.”

"Junior sister, we're still here now, isn't your title of 놊 too appropriate?" Yi Zizai rarely felt embarrassed.

Quasi-sage Luoyan showed a playful expression that belongs to his age, and said with a faint smile: "I can't care about this, I still want to let everyone know that I, Yilang, am back, and I'm back by my side again!"

Hear the words.

Tang Chen's face twitched on the side.

Good guy, are you starting to hand out dog food in public?