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

The picture of his brother practicing the old version of basic sword skills floated in his mind.

Serious, hardworking, five years as one day.

He muttered absently.

"Basic swordsmanship, chopping, cutting, smashing..."

"I see."

"Draw the sword, chop, cut, smash, hahaha I should have thought of it long ago!"

"Senior brother, senior brother! It's hard for you to hide it from me!"

Just at this moment, Long Aotian suddenly realized why his senior brother was so obsessed with basic swordsmanship back then.

Return to the basics, the avenue to simplicity.

This principle was already understood by senior brother a hundred years ago.

Long Aotian smiled wryly.

He felt his pride shatter to the ground.

It's ridiculous that I did so many futile actions naively in order to maintain the dignity of my seniors.

The sword-drawing technique he was so proud of turned out to be something left over from his senior brother's play.

Brother, he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

at this time.

Somewhere in Haotian Continent.

A burst of space fluctuations flashed, and a beautiful woman appeared from it.

She carried a person in each of her left and right hands.

It was a fortune teller and God of War.

The glamorous woman looked around, her eyes full of strange expressions.

"This is the place of your origin, Haotian Continent?"

The Sovereign's face was ashamed, and he couldn't see his face at all, but the confusion in his eyes could be seen clearly.

From start to finish he had no idea what was going on.

All he knew was the girl who held him in her hand...

He is not an ordinary person, he seems to have a lot of background, and his background is very extraordinary.

Because she is not a mammal at all!

Also!

Ordinary people, who can get out of an egg?
"Ha ha!"

"I never thought that I would come here one day."

"Your ancestors destroyed my cultivation and robbed me of my origin, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would steal my home!"

"Zhang Tianyi, Zhang Tianyi, for all of this, you have to thank your right-hand man who has fought for you all his life and worked hard without complaint."

"Without the two of them, I'm afraid I'll never see the light of day again."

"Let's go, I'm in a good mood now, take me around your original world and take a tour."

"Before I absorb its origin and destroy it, cherish your last days in this world."

Seven days later, the scene of the God of War memorial service was crowded with people.

All the sword repair sects in the Haotian Continent, all the prominent figures attended without exception.

They came to the memorial service for God of War with a sad heart, and there were discussions among the crowd.

"I was lucky enough to meet God of War once, and his unrestrained and approachable demeanor is something I will never forget."

"You're right. I was also fortunate to be instructed by the God of War. The feat of pouring water by one person and enlightening thousands of people will probably be the swan song in the world of cultivating immortals from now on."

"God of War's departure is the biggest loss for Haotian Continent."

As the favorite student of God of War, Zhang Hao served as the sacrificial host of the memorial service.

"Dear guests, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend the funeral of the suzerain of my Qingshan Sword Sect."

"The suzerain is the teacher I respect the most. His departure makes me very painful."

"His smile will always remain in my heart."

"Borrowing the words of a senior of my parents, some people are dead when they are alive, and some people are alive when they are dead."

"Although the God of War is dead, his spirit still lives on!"

After some speeches, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more sad.

"Everyone, please take your seats."

"I won't say more about the unnecessary words, everything is in the wine!"

"Play the suona!"

"Open a big seat!"

at this time.

An inappropriate voice sounded.

"The loss of Haotian Continent? The invincible God of War?"

"Ha ha!"

"Isn't that too much to say?"

"While saying this, have you asked me?"

"My secluded sect, Piao Miao Sect Master, was the first to refuse to accept."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was speechless.

The crowd looked.

Who is so bold!

On this occasion, on the site of the hermit Qingshan Sword Sect, he uttered wild words at the memorial service of the God of War.

A man in a red robe came out with a long gun in his hand.

He glanced around, his eyes full of contempt.

"A bunch of rabble."

"The sword cultivator of this era has not been completed like this?"

"There is no one who can fight!"

"I have never heard of the Qingshan Sword Sect, a high-ranking sect in the hidden world. It's just deceiving the world and stealing its name. In front of my Misty Sect, I don't even have the qualification to lift shoes."

"Now what kind of trash sect like a cat or a dog dare to call itself a hidden master?"

In an instant, the crowd reacted, and some people changed their colors when they heard the words.

"The Misty Sect?"

"It's the gun cultivator sect with the same name as Tianji Sect, one of the top ten hidden sects."

"In ancient times, a hidden master who swept the world with a dominating spear that no one dared to challenge!"

"They were born too?"

"Could it be that something big is going to happen recently? How come the hidden masters are born one after another."

The red-robed spear repair man smiled coldly.

"During this trip, I have been hearing rumors about the Qingshan Sword Sect and the God of War along the way."

"I'm very annoyed!"

"Pretending to be a hidden master...it's not good!"

"The title God of War is not something everyone is qualified to call it."

He shot across the chest.

"Today I'm going to expose you liars!"

"Who dares to fight?"

The sword fairy Ye Tianlan burst into a drink.

"Bold!"

"How dare you insult our sword cultivators and God of War!"

"Even if you are the suzerain of the hidden world, you can't speak such wild words."

"If you don't apologize to all of us sword cultivators today, I will make you pay the price!"

The red-robed gun repairman laughed out loud.

"apologize?"

"With the current status of the sword cultivator, is it worthy of my apology as the suzerain of the Misty Sect?"

"Sword cultivators used to be brilliant, but that's just the past."

"You sword cultivators, now you can only talk about it."

"There is no place for sword cultivators among the top ten hermit sects."

"Respect comes from strength, why should you respect?"

"Just relying on this third-rate sword sect who pretends to be a hidden master?"

"It's ridiculous!"

This sentence made all the sword cultivators present furious.

But for people with low cultivation, no one dares to act rashly.

The misty sect's spear skills are unparalleled, and the spear will definitely be popular!

At this moment, everyone misses the lost God of War even more.

If he was there, he would definitely blow this person's head off, and his end would definitely be worse than that of the master of the Tianji Sect.

Ye Tianlan gritted her teeth.

"Good good!"

"What a domineering hidden world sect!
"Although I, Ye Tianlan, are not as powerful as you, we sword cultivators must not be cowards."

"I'll meet you!"

Suddenly.

A figure flew out from the crowd.

"No need!"

"Qingshan Jianzong's family affairs will naturally be handled by Qingshan Jianzong."

"I accept this challenge!"

"Humiliate my Qingshan Sword Sect, humiliate my senior brother..."

"I'm afraid you are courting death!"

A wicked and cold smile leaked from the corner of Long Aotian's mouth.

"Troubleshooting at my brother's memorial service."

"I'm going to chop you up!"

"To commemorate my brother's spirit in the sky."

The crowd looked.

"he is……"