The lingering spring scenery. Among the green mountains and green waters, there is a unique and sultry style. It is the east wind that returns with spring. There are flowers on my branches.

Savoring the taste of spring, several soul monks met another group of soul monks halfway. They looked at each other and smiled: "You are also here to rivet in the sky, so you are not as good as one."

Since the shock spread of the annihilation of the sect in the sky, many people have come here. It is not a rare thing to meet others here.

These groups of soul monks simply traveled together, flying together for half an hour.

The leader had met at the Soul Heaven Conference that year. They looked at each other and said with a smile: "The last time I met my brother, it was not like this."

When we met last time at the Huntian Conference, we were both confident and arrogant. In comparison, when we met again today, we both saw each other's low-key and caution.

Sang Wuzong sighed and smiled bitterly: "You and I are all the same. When Zuo Wuzhou swept through the top 100 in one day, I was the only one among them."

Shui Wuzong was stunned: "But there is also me

When the two met, they immediately felt close to each other. Looking at each other, it was hard to express their feelings: "Back then, Zuo Wuzhou became famous in one battle, and the whole world was moved by him. You and I were just fledgling back then, and we were the core disciples of the sect, and we were all arrogant.

Proud. If Zuo Wuzhou hadn’t defeated us, it’s hard to say whether we would have achieved what we have today.

"Exactly, when I was young and frivolous, Zuo Wuzhou was the one who gave me a blow. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know my shortcomings."

When Sang Wuzong and Shui Wuzong looked back on those years, they only remembered the light of that one person. At the Soul Heaven Conference, there were more or less martial saints and geniuses, but there was only one person's legend.

Decades ago, the Soul Heaven Conference became a legend. How could we forget each other, how dare we forget each other.

Thinking about it, it may not be a bad thing. Shui Wuzong felt quite a bit in his heart: "If I hadn't lost so miserably to him back then, I might not have been able to practice more diligently, and I might not have been able to achieve the level of cultivation I have now."

Sang Wuzongja: "It's not just us, most of the hundred people who were defeated back then have already broken through.

The two looked at each other and smiled. In the past few decades, so many people have broken through to become Wuzong on their own, and being stimulated by Zuo Wuzhou is definitely the main reason.

Shui Wuzong smiled: "Not only that, many of the Wu Yus who participated in the Soul Heaven Conference have achieved breakthroughs. All because of Zuo Wuzhou's stimulation.

If Zuo Wuzhou hadn't become famous in one fell swoop and shocked the world, destroying many Wu Yu's impetuosity and pride, etc., how would it be possible that such a large proportion of Wu Yu could break through.

This generation's martial arts breakthrough ratio is far better than before.

"You hate him or not." Shui Wuzong said suddenly.

"At first I hated him, but later I stopped hating him. Sang Wuzong looked free and easy and admitted frankly: "I still admire him and respect him."

When he was defeated at first, he was filled with hatred. It was like his gorgeous body was ruined and he was so naked. How could he not hate him? But after Zuo Wuzhou's subsequent battles with Hun Tianzong became vigorous and vigorous, the hatred turned into respect.

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Shui Wuzong was silent: "We were carefully cultivated by our sects back then. Our experience in the world was too shallow and we were young and ignorant. We were all geniuses in our respective sects, but in fact he was the genius."

"I heard that Wu Qingcheng, Gu Wan, and Quan Xiang have all reached the late stage of Wuzong and will make a successful breakthrough at any time." Shui Wuzong's eyes moved and he sighed deeply: "You said that Zuo Wuzhou, if he is not dead...his

How is your cultivation?"

"Back then, he was a new breakthrough in martial arts. I'm afraid that in the past few decades, he is still only a martial arts master at best.

"Sang Wuzong was not belittling, but inferring from the facts: "However, he is a very crazy and good at fighting, and can kill enemies beyond the ranks."

Shui Wuzong smiled: "I think so,"

At this moment, Shui Wuzong's voice suddenly stopped, and together with Sang Wuzong, he turned to look behind him!

A black electric light pierced the sky like lightning. "This breath!"

Shui Wuzong and Sang Wuzong looked surprised and confused, and looked at each other: "This aura is clearly that of Zuo Wuzhou."

I have played against Zuo Wuzhou before, so my memory is naturally brand new.

But didn’t he die in Sunset Plains?

As soon as their thoughts moved, Shui Wuzong and Sang Wuzong became excited. Their faces even stiffened, and they looked back, revealing an extremely complicated expression. They were horrified: "Could it be that he is not dead? He is back?"

Who said that if you are locked in Yuhui Plain, you will definitely die.

The two of them were shocked and trembling: "It's him, it's really his breath!"

Before his expression calmed down, you suddenly remembered that Shui Wuzong's face suddenly shrunk into one piece, and he trembled and said: "He, his aura! It's not Wuzong."

Sang Wuzong's face and heart seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer: "Martial Saint, he is a Martial Saint!"

The two of them were dead silent.

A figure hurriedly penetrated into the mountains.

Hua Jiaqi, who was hiding in the mountain, led six or seven fellow disciples who had escaped to greet him personally: "How?"

The Martial Emperor was filled with hatred: "Master Hua, the Huntian Sect has been searching for something, but they still haven't left. However, a group of Martial Saints have left, and now there is only one Martial Saint in charge."

Hua Jiaqi Gu Ran: "Even if it's just a Martial Saint, it's not something we can handle. Unless, "it's him."

If it were him, he would have become a martial sage. With his madness and fighting power, he might be able to fight a martial sage. Hua Jiaqi felt a deep sense of frustration.

The rest were suddenly panicked and asked about their next plans.

Hua Jiaqi was a core disciple. He probably knew that the sect leader Nie Chaoye had made a breakthrough, so he stepped down as the sect leader and led batches of disciples to prepare for the retreat. But he didn't expect that the Huntian Sect would come so quickly.

Unfortunately, Changkong was destroyed, and none of the Martial Saints such as King Gaitian could escape. Although Hua Jiaqi was the Martial Sect, he didn't know where Nie Chaoye and others had retreated to.

Once I escaped that day, I found there was no way to go, so I just spent the rest of the day and waited in this area.

Hua Jiaqi found most of the other people who had escaped for their lives and reunited them together. However, they were worried about being discovered and hunted down, so they dispersed to avoid being caught in one fell swoop.

After thinking deeply, Hua Jiaqi gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "They are searching our sect's treasure house."

A slightly cowardly Wu Yu timidly asked: "Senior sister, the Huntian Sect is too powerful. Can this sect be considered exterminated?"

"No." Hua Jiaqi retorted resolutely, looking at everyone. He strengthened his confidence: "Nie Wusheng and the others are still alive, and Nie Wusheng and the others have gone away a lot of the things in the treasure house. With the Martial Saint Pill, they will definitely not steal their soul from the Tianzong.

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"As long as we practice hard and reach the late stage of Martial Sect and take the Martial Saint Pill, we can create ten or one hundred Martial Saints. Nie Wusheng and the others will definitely send people back.

Hua Jiaqi was categorical and strengthened everyone's confidence in words to avoid being shaken.

"But".

"There is no but, we must persist. We must be able to persist." Hua Jiaqi's expression changed, and he held back his breath: "Be careful, there is a Martial Saint passing by!, Xiao.

In the distance, a black light broke through the sky.

Hua Jiaqi silently sensed this breath: "It seems, it seems to be!" Hua Jiaqi's beautiful big eyes suddenly widened, containing infinite joy: "It's him!"

"It's Zuo Wuzhou!"

"He's not dead!" Hua Jiaqi was so happy that he almost exploded. Just as he was about to speak, the breath disappeared: "Martial Saint, he is Martial Saint!"

Hua Jiaqi's joy solidified, and a thrilling light and shock appeared on her moving coldness: "He is actually a Martial Saint."

"Great, I will look for him. As long as I find him, I will be saved. The most difficult thing is to temper people. Hua Jiaqi is faintly decisive. He has more leadership style and resolutely gives orders! Give him a few words and chase after him. Hua Jiaqi takes a look.

. Then he thought: "Could his route be heading to the sky? Yes, he must have known the news and came here."

A black light rides on the strong wind, just like riding the wind and breaking through the waves in the dense rain.

This black light was the aura of the Martial Saint, so it was naturally very eye-catching. Along the way, I don’t know how many soul monks were disturbed. They all looked at it and secretly said in horror: "Speed ​​so fast, who is this?"

"This breath is like a person." Some people vaguely remembered Zuo Wuzhou's breath.

Although the world is big, there were not many people who participated in the Soul Heaven Conference back then. They were all elites from various sects. After decades of passing the exam, just like Hua Jiaqi and others who had broken through to become a martial sect, many martial arts masters of that generation

Many have risen up and become the core backbone of various sects and sects.

The more I sensed it, the more horrified I became: "It's so similar, so similar. Is there really no identical aura in the world?"

Breath is the soul of life, and the soul of life is life, "I". It's like, the same, unique.

Therefore, no matter how a person's appearance changes, his aura will not change. What people recognize is always his aura, not his appearance.

"Of course there are no two identical auras." The soul monk on the side wondered why his companion asked such an unlearned question.

The soul monk's expression suddenly became stiff: "If there is no same aura, then this person is..."

"Zuo Wuzhou!"

As soon as he said this, it was like a bomb was dropped.

"Impossible. Zuo Wuzhou is dead."

"Who knows whether Zuo Wuzhou is dead or not. He was trapped and locked in Yuhuiyuan back then. What if he somehow managed to come out alive?"

"That's even more impossible. How can you come back alive after entering the Afterglow Plains?

Even Wu Sheng couldn't do it

"If you don't see the person alive or the body after death, how can you say he is dead?"

As soon as these words came out, the soul monks were all speechless. Don't say anything else. Sometimes, what you see may not be true. Just like you, Zuo Wuzhou saw this person die under the "Little Moving Mountain Technique", but he was still alive.

of.

"Is it really him? Is he really not dead?"

Recalling the past, the soul monks all turned pale.

Back then, there were battle after battle in the Soul Heaven Conference, and only one battle resulted in a bad reputation that spread throughout the world. It can be regarded as becoming famous in one battle.

The battle with the Hun Tian Sect was the real link that made Zuo Wuzhou's name deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It was the back-and-forth struggle with the Hun Tian Sect that made people all over the world secretly shocked and secretly shocked.
To be continued...