"A long time ago, I just entered the path of immortality. I fought with others in public, but was defeated because my cultivation was not as good as the other party and was humiliated by that person. I bowed deeply to him at that time, respected his strength, and was convinced by the loss."

"But that person insults you, teacher..." Han Qi, Qin Huang and others were unbelievable.

"What does the opponent's character, identity, status, and relationship between enemies and friends have to do with me?" Qianqiu Wuhen smiled indifferently: "I respect his strength, second only. Soon after, the man was defeated by me and left far away. Later, the impression of that man gradually blurred in my mind, and now I even forgot what his name is. In my life, there are many such people who have been surpassed by me one by one, and I once respected their skills."

No one can reach his mind, his devotion to skills, and his pursuit of the great way.

Yang Fan was meditating here, and this vacuum pit in the deserted sea remained unchanged and formed a wonder of eternity.

Three years later, Qianqiu's scarred wounds healed. Looking at the surrounding vacuum sea, he said casually: "This place may last forever."

Daoxu Tianzu and Hu Fei also stayed here to comprehend.

The eternal sword intent and the ancient primitive power of the universe will always linger here.

"Master Qianqiu, where is it going?" Yang Fan opened his eyes, and the inside was deep and boundless.

"In ten years, ascend to the upper realm."

Qianqiu Wuhen smiled with a smile on his lips, looked up at the infinite sky, as if he had seen a wider world.

Ascension?

Daoxu Tianzu and Hu Fei were shocked.

Ascension, in Qianqiu Wuhen's mouth, he said so lightly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, see you again in the upper realm in the future."

Qianqiu Wuhen's eyes turned to Yang Fan.

"Yes," Yang Fan took a deep breath. At this moment, he was also confident that ascending to himself was not far away from him.

"The next challenge target for Wushuang is Fellow Daoist Yang. I hope you can surpass it again."

Qianqiu Wuhen's figure gradually faded and disappeared.

"Boss Yang, will Wushuang challenge you next?"

Hu Fei said nervously.

"I knew it long after the Sword Emperor died..."

Yang Fan's eyes were as calm as water, and then slowly closed his eyes.

It was in the third year when Qianqiu Wuhen left.

Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and captured three majestic figures, standing proudly under the clouds, endured the scene of the thunder baptism.

In the eighth year, Yang Fan completely lost any information about Tianxia Wuhen.

"He's gone..."

Yang Fan sighed deeply.

"Puff~~~"

At the same time, the eighth seal that was suppressed in his body was broken through the loud thunder...

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