Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

Qingshan Sword Sect, Duanmu Yaxia.

Li Xiaohua raised his head and looked up at the sky quietly, his expression was a little irritable, and he talked to himself from time to time, saying things that people could not understand.

"strangeness!"

"Shouldn't be."

He counted with his fingers.

"Three months!"

"It's been such a long time, it's something that's never happened before."

Li Xiaohua shook his head, clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly.

"My God, Dad!"

"Wake up, open your eyes and look at me."

"Your favorite son is waiting for your gift!"

"Please give me the perfect quality pills and secret techniques!"

Li Xiaohua is waiting, waiting for a chance from heaven, waiting for a gift from God.

Since the last Sword Discussion Conference, he broke his teammate's legs on stage, and was judged by the sword fairy Ye Tianlan to be the No. 1 teaser who beat his teammates hard.

Li Xiaohua didn't even have the face to go out. During these three months, he came here on time every day, rain or shine, to escape reality.

Even the sky ruins that suddenly appeared in the sky did not allow him to take half a step out of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

It's a pity that during this period of time, Li Xiaohua got nothing, the chance did not come, but a lot of bird droppings did.

The God of Medicine sighed and shook his head in the ring.

After such a long time of contact, he deeply felt how unreliable this so-called "Child of Destiny" was.

Ugly, busy, lazy, poor talent, poor perseverance, and a big problem with IQ.

Li Xiaohua took up all the derogatory words that can appear in the world.

Take a look!
It is such a person who can be favored by the heavens and become the legendary son of destiny!
Compared with the handsome, hardworking and self-improving Zhang Hao next door, there is not much difference.

He is now the leader of the faction.

Really more popular than dead people!

"I said Xiaohua, it's fine if you don't wait. If you have this skill, go back and practice more, refine your cultivation base, and comprehend the secret technique you picked up before with me, isn't it good?"

Li Xiaohua shook his head, as if you understood Mao.

"Cultivate by yourself?"

"That's too cheap!"

"My imposing Son of Destiny still needs to cultivate by myself?"

"Simply funny!"

"Isn't the god-given elixir fragrant?"

The God of Medicine sighed after hearing this, thinking about the boy who threw him off the cliff in his mind.

The lazy thought of getting something for nothing is the root of all evil, which is still fresh in his memory.

How chic and self-reliant this is.

The more the God of Medicine thought about it, the more pity it would be. If he was in Zhang Hao's hands, what kind of situation would it be like.

at the same time.

Zhang Hao and others have returned to Qingshan Sword Sect.

And brought back a shocking news.

The legendary god of war who returned from the dead king, the god of war who made the four great swordsmen admire him, the god of war who poured water by one person and enlightened thousands of people, had an accident in the sky ruins... sleep forever.

This news instantly blew up the entire Qingshan Sword Sect.

Countless disciples couldn't believe that the suzerain who was rumored to be invincible in the world just left so quietly?
The disciples wept bitterly, it was difficult to accept this fact.

They really love and respect the suzerain.

Whether it was mediocre and unknown in the past, or later his identity was exposed and he became the suzerain of the God of War.

In the eyes of his disciples, he has always been an amiable elder who can even be used as a joke.

Similarly, the suzerain has never put on the airs of God of War in front of any of his disciples.

The God of War is the God of War of outsiders, and the suzerain will always be the suzerain of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

After the patriarch got the news, he was silent for a whole day, and at the request of all Qingshan Sword Sect disciples, he decided to hold a grand funeral for the suzerain.

At the same time, this funeral was also spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals.

Sword cultivators, large and small, and prominent figures are all preparing to attend the funeral of the God of War. The Qingshan Sword Sect is full of memorial portraits of the God of War.

"Grandfather, are you looking for me?"

Zhang Hao silently stood behind Patriarch with no expression on his face.

The patriarch turned around when he heard the voice, his face was very haggard.

She was a little angry at the suzerain for concealing her identity as the god of war.

But thinking of the fact that the suzerain used to work hard in the Qingshan Sword Sect on weekdays, he never complained.

She even secretly cultivated outstanding disciples like Zhang Hao for the sect, bringing the reputation of Qingshan Sword Sect to a point where it did not belong, and she was relieved. very sad.

"Zhang Hao, God of War... is gone, you are his favorite student, don't be too sad."

"You still have an identity. As the number one Daoist, the future of the Qingshan Sword Sect depends on you, the Daoist."

Zhang Hao didn't speak, but nodded silently.

The patriarch also knows that saying this now will not have any effect.

"Anyway... my condolences."

"I have something here that I need you to do."

"The Qingshan Sword Sect cannot be without a master for a day."

"According to the rules over the years, the suzerain of each generation should be the first disciple in the sect."

"The suzerain of the previous generation is gone. It stands to reason that you should take over the position of suzerain."

"But your age and experience are too young, and your qualifications are not rich enough. I am afraid that if you take over the position of suzerain now, it will affect your future achievements and you will not be able to convince the public."

The patriarch paused and continued.

"I finally thought about it and thought of one person."

"In the current situation, only he is the most suitable."

Zhang Hao thought about it, and there seemed to be no monks of the same generation as the suzerain in Qingshan Sword Sect.

He couldn't think of anyone else who could take over the position of suzerain.

He raised his head and asked, "Patriarch, what are you talking about?"

"He is God of War's only junior, his name is... Long Aotian!"

"According to his seniority, you should call him "Little Martial Uncle."

Zhang Hao was taken aback.

Crazy, cool, domineering and ruthless, blowing up Tianlong Aotian?

Good guy!
This name... the proper protagonist of Wang Wen!

"Little uncle?"

"But I'm in the sect, and I've never heard of it. The suzerain also has a younger brother."

"Where is this little uncle Long Aotian now?"

The patriarch's eyes were full of memories, for a long time.

She sighed.

"It's a long story, and there is an unknown story hidden in it. Listen to me slowly."

"That year, God of War had just joined the Qingshan Sword Sect, and he had many disciples of the same generation. At that time, everything God of War behaved was ordinary, and there was nothing special about him at all."

"Among all the disciples of the same generation, the one with the slowest progress in cultivation is God of War. He has been practicing a set of basic sword skills for five years!"

"In the end, due to the update and simplification of the basic swordsmanship in the mainland, he abandoned the sword to cultivate Qi and turned to the Qi of Longevity."

"At that time, I felt very strange, how could there be such stupid people in this world."

"Thinking about it now, I realize that at that time, he probably returned from the death zone and became an invincible God of War. He joined the Qingshan Sword Sect just because he wanted to find a place to live in seclusion and play games."