Wei Guangji lowered his head, looked at the Fire Grass in his hand, and said with a bitter look on his face: "I didn't expect that in your heart, we are not even as good as a seventh-level Fire Grass. I can give you the Fire Grass, but from now on
, I, the three brothers Wei Guangji, are no longer disciples of the Fierce Fire Sect."
When Chen Yan heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly stretched out his hand towards Wei Guangji to ask for the Fire Flame Grass: "Hurry! Give it to me quickly, hurry up!"
Wei Guangji reluctantly threw the Fire Flame Grass to Chen Yan. It was not that he was reluctant to part with the Fire Flame Grass, but he had stayed in the Liehuo Sect for nearly thirty years. The Liehuo Sect was like home. At this moment, Wei Guangji felt like
Just like an abandoned child, I feel very aggrieved.
After getting the Fire Flame Grass, Chen Yan beamed with joy.
Zhou Wu looked at Wei Guangji helplessly, walked forward, patted Wei Guangji's shoulder, and said with a smile: "A good bird chooses the right tree to rest. Don't worry, he will regret what he did today."
Wei Guangji shook his head helplessly and said: "I hope that the Liehuo Sect can become stronger than it is now, so that it will not be bullied by the Zhengyang Sect."
After saying that, Wei Guangji knelt down on one knee towards Zhou Wu and bowed down. Seeing this, Lu Yuan and Han Xuan also knelt down on one knee.
"My three brothers will follow you from now on. We will fight to the death."
Zhou Wu quickly pulled the three of them up and said, "This will be the most correct choice you will make in your life."
"Bah! You guys, have you had enough fun?" At this time, Qu Ti shouted towards Zhou Wu with an indifferent look.
"Your Excellency seems to have a problem with me?" Zhou Wu took a step forward and looked at Qu Ti with a sneer.
With Lei Yue and Huo Yun around, the other monks of the Zhengyang Sect did not dare to say a word. The pressure of the strong men made it difficult for them to breathe.
Qu Ti said coldly: "You took away the Fire Flame Grass. I won't hold you accountable, but I want to have a fight with you."
Before Zhou Wu could speak, Wei Guangji rushed to say: "Hmph, Quti, isn't it a bit ridiculous for you to challenge the Nascent Soul Realm when you are in the Distracting God Realm?"
Qu Ti said disdainfully: "The abandoned son of the Fierce Fire Sect has just become someone else's dog, and now he starts barking?"
"You!" Wei Guangji was so angry that he didn't know what to do.
Zhou Wu took a step forward and stood in front of Wei Guangji: "I accept your challenge, but since it is a challenge, there must be some stakes, so that it is interesting, right?"
Qu Ti frowned and asked, "What bet do you want?"
Zhou Wu smiled and looked at the Zhengyang Wheel in Qu Ti's hand, and said: "I want your natal magic weapon Zhengyang Wheel. Of course, I won't let you suffer, so I will bet with you with this gun in my hand."
"Bet with him!" Qu He said before Qu Ti could speak.
Qu Ti looked at the Holy Dragon Spear in Zhou Wu's hand and thought to himself: "That spear is a top-grade soul weapon, and my Zhengyang Wheel is just a top-grade mysterious weapon. Ten top-grade soul weapons may not be worth one top-grade soul weapon."
, this boy is not stupid, he dares to bet with me with that gun, maybe he is sure of winning, but he is obviously only at the second level of Nascent Soul Realm."
"Qu Ti, let's bet with him. That kid is only at the second level of Nascent Soul Realm. The Zhengyang Wheel is your natal magic weapon. You can defeat him easily. That gun is a top-grade soul weapon. The entire Zhengyang Sect can also defeat him.
There is only one, and although it is made of metal, metallic magic weapons are more precious than other attributes." Qu He hurriedly reminded him.
Metal magic weapons are indeed more precious than the other four ordinary attributes. Moreover, metal properties break defenses and are extremely lethal. Many monks dare not easily provoke metal monks. It is for this reason.
The only thing in this world that can be obtained effortlessly is time, but time always slips away from my hands. I once thought that thirty years old was very far away, but I found that eighteen years old was already a long time ago. It has been half a lifetime since I looked up.
Even before he was old, half of his body was injured.
When a man reaches his thirties, he is already in his forties. How many people are still sighing at this age. Half their lives are about to pass. The years of youth are like the blazing sun at 4:30 in the afternoon. When you are intoxicated by the tea in the cup, the sky is already dark.
.
I thought the world was fair, and everyone was on the same starting line. Fate began to exchange setbacks for your maturity. Your appearance became more and more peaceful, and your heart became more and more powerful. You know that life is not easy.
Instead, you no longer talk about life. Only then do you realize that the starting point of others is the end point that you have pursued throughout your life but have never reached.
When you were a child, your relatives would ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up, and you would say: firefighter, doctor, driver. At that time, you were innocent.
After you go to school, the teacher will ask you what your ideal is. You will say athletes, pilots, and various professions, because this is your original ideal.
After entering society, no one will ask you what your ideal is, but everyone knows in their hearts that life will make you bow your head, reality will flatten you, and life is full of helplessness. Only then will you know best the ultimate goal of your ideal.
The definition is money.
How many hot-blooded men have regretted it. If you could go back to your youth, would you be able to take advantage of it? But "if you can" is too fake and impossible to appear. Who would believe that bullshit about traveling back in time? At least I don't believe it, but I hold on to it.
I was so drunk that I couldn't tell whether it was day or night, dream or reality.
Finally, one day, I was hit on the head by a dusty blackboard eraser. I suddenly woke up. The first thing that caught my eye was the shabby double desk with traces of ink erosion on it.
When I looked around, I was stunned for a moment, and tears streamed down all of a sudden.
"Ahem! Classmate Wen, it's class time now. If you're sleepy, you can go and wash your face before you come back." Teacher Quan stared at me and said.
Before I could recover, I walked out of the classroom uncontrollably. I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. Looking at the familiar campus, I felt something in my heart: Have I traveled through time? Or am I dreaming?
I quickly pinched myself and screamed out in pain.
"I'm not dreaming, I'm really back." I shouted excitedly, quickly thinking back to my junior high school days.
It was 2005 when I was in my first year of junior high school. I was fourteen and a half years old. I was among the best in some subjects, but my overall results were only in the middle and upper reaches. There were many regrets. In every basketball game, our class had the ability to win the championship.
, but always at the bottom, because they are not united, dare not fight, dare not fight, and are always beaten.
At track and field meets, I always get medals in all three events, but in the eyes of some people, I am always not as good as those with the lowest scores.
"Jingle Bell!"
When I was still intoxicated in my memories, the bell rang, and familiar classmates rushed out of the classroom. Everyone's face was filled with happiness after school. Perhaps, after a day of classes, this was the time for them to let go of their stress.
A moment to release your inner self.
"Classmate Wen, come with me to the office." At this time, the class teacher Quan came out and said to me.
I said oh and followed.
When I came to the office, I was not scolded as I expected. Teacher Quan is the tallest female teacher in the school. Although she is not outstanding in appearance, in our hearts, she is the kindest teacher and our best class teacher.
"Classmate Wen, sleeping in class is an extremely bad thing. The teacher called you here today, not to punish you. Remember to pay attention next time. Also, the school will hold a basketball game next week. I know you are very good at basketball.
Our Class 30 is the advanced class this year. Do you understand what I mean?" Teacher Quan looked at me expectantly.
Before, I couldn't understand the meaning of your words at all, teacher, but now, after passing through the ups and downs of thirty, my heart has been polished thoroughly.
"Teacher, I understand, I will work hard." I said.
Teacher Quan nodded and said, "Go ahead. You can allocate your time to the fourth self-study class this afternoon. You will have plenty of time to practice before the evening self-study class."
The ordinary class only has seven classes a day, while the advanced class has four classes in the morning, four classes in the afternoon, the fourth class in the afternoon is a self-study class, and there is a self-study class in the evening.
"Thank you, teacher. I'll go organize people to practice football first." After saying that, I happily rushed out of the office.
"Wait!" Teacher Quan quickly stopped me.
I stopped, turned around and saw the teacher holding a brand new basketball: "How can you practice without a basketball? Take it."
I quickly picked up the basketball and rushed towards the classroom.
"Brothers! I'm back! I, Wen Lianwu, am finally back. After all, my destiny is still in my own hands."
Can you really control your own destiny? But I am really back.
Holding the basketball in my arms, I walked to the classroom. Every step I took made me feel frivolous, but it was all so real.
"People can't always live in the past, forget the past and start over." As I walked, I muttered to myself, but I always felt that something was wrong. It took me a long time to realize that I was saying the opposite.
"Forget the future and start over!"
"Old Wen, where did this basketball come from?" As soon as I walked to the door of the classroom, my best friend Gao Haitao came up to me and took the basketball from my hand.
Gao Haitao is my deskmate and my best friend when I first entered junior high school.
"The teacher gave it to me." I scratched the back of my head, looking at the familiar faces, and my heart was filled with blood.
"Hey, Lao Wen, why do I feel that you are a little different today?" At this time, Luo Zitong came up and looked at me with a strange look in his eyes.
Luo Zitong, we have a good relationship in the first grade of junior high school, and we are close friends in the second and third grade of junior high school.
I looked at Luo Zitong and said, "Is there any?"
Luo Zitong said: "You rarely spoke before, but today you talk a lot."
Only then did I realize that I used to be very introverted and introverted to the point where I would blush when talking to female classmates.
At this time, Li Shu walked to the podium and said loudly: "Since we have to practice football, now I will start to draw people. Those who are drawn will go to practice with me. Those who are not drawn will stay in the classroom to study by themselves."
When I saw Li Shuxing, my resentment suddenly rose. This guy was considered a second-generation rich man in the countryside. He always acted aloof. However, girls all liked this kind of aloofness. Once upon a time, I felt
Despite his disgusted look, he always stayed away from me when I had a cold, fearing that his nose would stain his expensive clothes.
I'm not jealous or resentful of him, it's because, why did he steal my lines today?
This chapter has been completed!