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Playing the sword with his fingers, the sound is like a dragon's roar, like the light of the water. Dao Ren Lu, dressed in white, looked up at the railing, chanting for a long time:

"Come and sit alone, the infinite world does not recognize me..."

The sea of ​​clouds surging outside the window, the ancient city was filled with people, and the traffic was crowded. There was an indescribable excitement and noise, but there was a hint of melancholy on Daoren Lu's face.

Yang Yu stood with a cup, looking at the Taoist in white who was playing the sword and singing for a long time, and felt a moment of trance in his heart.

For a moment, the ancient Chunyangzi felt like he had walked out of the illusion and was reborn in the present world...

If a deceased person has the memories, experiences, fate, feet, and even martial arts, Taoist fruits of his life, then is this considered an alternative rebirth?

Looking at the rippling waves of wine in the glass, Yang Yu felt both emotion and awe of the unspeakable things in the dark.

Tongyou, who has been promoted to the third level, can already all kinds of fate be misappropriated, tempered, merged, and even affect the direction of fate change according to one's own thoughts.

It is also possible to allow the same fate to be shared by the same person.

However, this body's fate is still not worthy of Chun Yangzi...

【Daoren Lu】

【Fate:???】

【Thirteen Destiny Numbers: Seven Reds, Six Blues】

【Adhere to the point of being unmoved (light red), Pure Yang body (light red), Subduing dragon and subduing tiger (light red), Sword skills to the gods (light red), Sword daring heart (light red), Pure Yang Sword Pill Sutra (light red), Essence channel hidden (light red),

Fortune plus body (light green), fortune plus body (light green), fortune...]

The world is different, and the levels of fate also change independently.

The prosperity of the Longquan Realm that has been nurtured for millions of years is not something that can be reached in the mountains and seas for three thousand years. The purple life falls here, leaving only a light red...

But it was his limit at this moment.

In the past three months, although he has absorbed many fates, it is far from enough to condense the purple fate...

Moreover, it is impossible to change the fate, so it can only guide you from the side.

"At least, it must be pure gold luck, right?"

Prison Yang changed his mind.

The countermeasures of heaven and earth cannot be easily captured at this moment. Daoren Lu is the best way he can think of at this moment.

But he asked himself that as long as the sword was a Pure Yang Sword, no one could compete with the one in front of him!

"My sword is in the East."

After firing the sword back to the sheath, Daoren Lu turned around and came:

"However, before this, I need to return to Jiuyao, otherwise, even if Chunyang Sword recognizes me, I will not be able to lift it..."

Unlike the living dead, the grass-headed god has self-awareness. The more complete the soul, the more this is.

Therefore, Yang Yu's intention to send Daoren Lu to Donghuang was disappointed.

Because he wants to walk by himself and take a look...

But because of this, he has the possibility of obtaining the Tao fruit and being promoted to the rank.

“Be careful all the way.”

Yang Yu raised his glass and handed over the Fire Dragon Taoist Fruit.

Sometimes it is like this coincidence that this Fire Dragon Dao Fruit, which I bought many years ago, comes in handy at this moment.

Only Daoren Lu can be promoted to the throne of Daoren Shidu, so he can rely on this to see the Nine Yao Gate...

"I'm interested!"

Daoren Lu raised his glass to meet:

"When I find the Chunyang Sword, I will discuss the strengths and weaknesses of the Tao!"

"good!"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the glass of wine drank.

"Be careful when you travel."

Yang Yu was still a little worried. Daoren Lu’s temperament was probably not going smoothly.

After all, he is not the real Pure Yoko...

"It's safe, it's safe."

With a wave of his hand, Daoren Lu walked with his sword in his arms and walked away. The wind blew his white clothes, and the sound was still in his ears and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Slay the demon and stay, I will walk!"

Yang Yu did not send him off, because through the Evil Suppression Seal, he could clearly detect the location of Daoren Lu.

Going eastward...

He could even feel this Dao Ren Lu singing with his sword outside the city.

There was no sudden surprise or panic in his heart, no depressedness of falling ranks, only the heroic and wildness that he has taken the lead from beginning to end.

"Is this the legendary style of Pure Yang Sword Immortal?"

Feeling the enterprising and firmness conveyed from the Evil Suppression Seal, Yang Yu murmured in his heart that he drank the last glass of wine.

“It’s almost time…”

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...

Qianshan Prefecture has eight urban areas, each urban area is divided into its own. In total, it has as many as forty-eight urban areas.

Xiabei City is one of the eight most prosperous urban areas.

However, because it is located in one of the three major families, the shadows are scattered under the Fang Family Manor, and sunlight is rare in most places, and few families of all sizes are located here.

As a result, many gangs have been bred and have gradually become some underground transactions that are not allowed on the surface.

This is also the prosperity of it.

"Senior Yu, he is such a luxury person. In three months, I made more than 300 taels of gold. In another year, I will get enough money to test my son..."

The sun sets in the west, and Xiabei City looks darker and darker. Han Jiu quickly walked past the crowd with vigilance and caution.

Qianshan Mansion is very peaceful.

But this peace lies in not exceeding the rules. As before, he would have sunrise every day and entered the sun, and he would not have saved up a lot of money throughout the year, so he would naturally not attract anyone's attention.

But in the past three months, he made a lot of money, and even though he had never made any statement, he still attracted a lot of attention.

Fortunately, he was relieved to walk along the way without anyone following him.

"Son, open the door, see what dad brings you..."

As soon as he pushed the door, Han Jiu's voice stopped abruptly. The courtyard gate was not closed, and the door of the house was not closed. Several smart middle-aged big-time Malaysian swords were sitting in the room.

"Wolf, Master Wolf..."

Han Jiu's heart trembled and he couldn't help but kneel down on the ground: "The little Yueyin has been delivered in full..."

"Are you sure, is it full?"

The big man was naked, stepped on a thin child, and smiled evilly:

"I heard that you have been a luxury person in the past few months and have made a lot of money. Is it that I can't afford to give Mr. Wolf to two coins?!"

"father……"

The child screamed and burst into tears.

"Master Wolf, I'm wrong..."

Han Jiu suddenly collapsed and threw out all the gold and silver in his arms, crying:

"I, I'm the only son, Master Lang, please spare me..."

"It's too late!"

The big man sneered and raised Han Jiu:

"Our gang leader is very interested in the people behind you, and I want to see you!"

"Gang, gang leader..."

Han Jiu trembled and suddenly fell to the ground. Behind him, a familiar voice also came:

"Come on, a certain family is also very interested in the people behind you!"

With the sound of footsteps neither high nor low, Yang Yu walked into the yard. He waved his hand casually and pulled Han Jiu and the child behind him.

"Ge, yourselves, misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

Han Jiuru received a general amnesty and trembled all over with her child in her arms. However, she saw the wolf man who was very ferocious before, and his back was bent to almost hang on the ground.
To be continued...