Shi Wu Zun.

"I don't know who this expert is, but at such a young age, the Sword Master was defeated by hatred. If he dies, I'm afraid no one will be able to check and balance the world..."

Shi Wuzun was stunned in the middle of his words. He clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name silently: "How does the world have anything to do with a poor monk? The Buddha saves a destined person, young city lord. You enjoy the wealth and honor of the world, but you also experience the dangers of the human heart, the ups and downs of life, and you are destined to be a Buddhist.

, why not forget the disputes in the martial arts world and just follow the poor monk and always accompany the green lantern!"

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On the top of the cliff, the sound of the roaring waves shattered the chirping of birds and insects. Under a crooked tree, a naked young man woke up leisurely.

"What's going on...where is this?"

The young man opened his eyes in confusion, raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight, looked at his tender hands, and muttered to himself: "It's strange...who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?"

Suddenly, he saw a sword lying across the grass. As if he were seeing a relative, he raised his hand and picked it up in his palm.

Wushuang took out his sheath, and the young man's eyebrows suddenly became sharp.

"The ruthless sword, the sentimental sword..."
Chapter completed!