How to not be afraid?

That is the second most powerful person in the world, Wang Xianzhi, who is the best in the world, and is the best in the Wudi City for a hundred years!

"Let's go, let's meet that old friend. Speaking of which, you know this person too.

It was the last time, in the green bamboo forest, the old man who had been secretly watching you, the broken arm, was hiding in the dark and secretly watching you."

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The old man in sheepskin fur came to a decaying yellow mud house.

In front of the house, there is a pond that has long been waterless.

When I was young, I went down the mountain and walked around the world. I once bought a green carp and a red carp in the market and released it in the small pond in front of the house.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the old man with broken arms was silent for a long time.

The little clay man followed behind him without saying a word.

She had never seen such a sword god.

Is this the sloppy old man she knows?

The old man whispered, only he could hear:

"I was extremely arrogant at the beginning and thought that if I stayed in the world for half a year, I would be invincible.

At that time, you will be back bored.

After stabbing you, I went to the Demon-Slaying Platform and took your ashes back home, and then I saw that the house was broken.

The water in the pond is dry, the lotus leaves are all dry, and the two tails in the pond are green and red, and they are not found.

Things change..."

Li Chungang climbed the mountain along the weedy mountain road. At the top of the mountain was where he practiced his sword.

The peaks of the mountain seemed to be chopped to fill the sea by a sword immortal.

A smooth cliff suddenly erected on the mountain.

This cliff was reaching the sword energy of Li Chungang when he was young, with a strong spirit, and it was full of ravines and mottled.

I came to the mountain and squatted in front of a deserted grave. I pulled out the weeds. The tombstone was left without words, leaving only a nameless sword from my youth to accompany her.

Li Chungang pulled up the ancient sword that had not been unsheathed for more than 20 years, and with a light sword, he slashed the entire cliff, and raised his head and said loudly:

"Tailor Deng, can you take it with you with a sword?!"

There was a sound coming from the sky like thunder:

"Why don't Deng Tai'a dare? Thank you Li Chungang to open up the mountain for our swordsmanship!"

The old man in sheepskin fur looked at the tombstone and smiled:

"Green Rou, let's see how my sword is?"

At this time, wearing a green robe, he trotted and said:

"No! No!"

Li Chungang, who had not yet set his sword, heard the sound, suddenly looked back and said softly:

"Green robe."

Green-clothed stood timidly in front of him and said softly:

"My name is Green Fish."

The one-armed old man put down the sword in his hand, raised his hand tremblingly, and called out again:

"Green robe?"

For some reason, Lingxi stretched out her little hand, held the old man, nodded and said:

"Um!"

He said again: "Promise me, don't die, okay?"

The old man in white-haired clothes fell from the sky, stood with his hands behind his back, saying:
Chapter completed!