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Yunning Prefecture, Xiaofangjie.

As a recognized trading center for cultivators in Yunning Prefecture, and because of the rules of the world.

The number of resident cultivators in Xiaofangjie has reached a terrifying one million.

Among them, nearly half of the countless resources in the four regions of Yunning are gathered here.

As long as you have spirit stones, you can basically buy most things there.

It can be said that whoever can control the Xiaofang world is the real master of Yunning Prefecture.

But just because of its special nature, it is destined that the Xiaofang world cannot be controlled by others.

In the Jie Waifang District of Xiaofang, outside the Menghua Building opened by the Hehuan Sect, a woman with her face covered was trying to go inside.

"This guest, do you have an appointment?"

The outer disciple of Hehuan Sect in front of the door immediately stopped him and asked with a smile.

But deep down, I felt troubled.

"Is my brother in there?"

Song Yantong suppressed the anger in her heart and asked the outer disciple.

As the last genius of Qinglian Sword Sect.

Obviously everyone is looking forward to him.

As a result, he indulged in drunkenness and dreams all day long.

He doesn't care at all about the sect's affairs.

Song Yantong hated this.

If the two were not connected by blood, Song Yantong might not even look at him.

"This...maybe it's here? Maybe it's not here either?

I just came here to take over, so I’m not sure. "

The outer disciple practiced Tai Chi skillfully and said with a smile.

I feel more and more in my heart that these disciples of Qinglian Sword Sect are very troublesome.

You come to see someone every few days, and you still look serious. Who can you pretend to be?

Moreover, this sect is gone, why do you still want to make a comeback?

"Song Yuanzhou, come out!"

When Song Yantong saw this person messing with her, she shouted directly.

She shouted so loudly that she immediately attracted the attention of the monks around her.

It caused a burst of snickers from around him.

To be able to call people in front of the Hehuan Sect seems to be another bad fate.

The outer disciple shook his head helplessly.

It seems necessary to report this issue to the sect.

Song Yantong kept calling for a long time before a figure walked out of the building.

His face was thin, his eyes were cloudy, and his face was covered with stubble, making him look very unkempt.

The slightly stooped body is wearing the disciple uniform of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

It's just that the clothes were full of rouge, and there were some unknown spots in many places.

"What's your name? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Song Yuanzhou asked Song Yantong with some dissatisfaction when he saw the monks around him pointing.

As he said this, he pulled Song Yantong out.

"How did you become like this?"

Song Yan couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes and asked softly.

Is this still the goal that she once wanted to catch up with and was desperate for it?

"Oh, the master is dead, the sect is gone, everything is meaningless.

It doesn’t matter what happens to me…”

Song Yuanzhou chuckled lightly and stopped to look at his sister as if she was resigned to her fate.

What kind of righteous leader?

What kind of sect’s genius?

What about slaying demons?

Do you have anything to do with Song Yuanzhou now?

"Junior brother Song has never given up hope of rebuilding the sect!

He has been working hard for the past five years!

Brother, why can't you be like him? "

Song Yantong finally couldn't help but shouted loudly.

It is obvious that Song Yuanzhou is everyone's senior brother.

It was obvious that Song Yuanzhou was the sect's genius.

But why can't he do it?

"Yantong, I'm not as strong as you think.

Junior Brother Siming is your hope, and I will support him no matter what he does.

So let me escape again..."

Song Yuanzhou sighed, patted Song Yantong's shoulder, and spoke the truth.

Five years have passed since the sect was destroyed in a blink of an eye.

Song Yuanzhou has not yet gotten over the tragedy of that day.

Every time he swings his sword, he will always see his dead classmates flash before his eyes.

He may no longer be able to wield the sword...

Such a person cannot and does not deserve to be the leader of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

After saying that, Song Yuanzhou left with his hands behind his back and walked to a wine shop not far away.

When I got drunk, I happened to go back to Menghua Building to take a nap.

"elder brother!"

Song Yantong looked at Song Yuanzhou's leaving figure, feeling sad and couldn't help but shout.

Hearing this, Song Yuanzhou paused.

Then he turned his back to Song Yantong and waved, then disappeared into the crowd without looking back.

Song Yantong stopped for a long time before turning around and leaving.

Returned to Xiaofangjie, the temporary residence of the remaining disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Originally, the Qinglian Sword Sect had a large fortune in the Xiaofang world.

There is Wenjianfang, which sells swords, and a butcher shop, which sells the essence, blood, flesh and blood of monsters.

But due to the drastic changes in the sect, several elders who were in charge of Xiaofangjie never came back.

There are many forces that are displeased with the Qinglian Sword Sect.

They began to join forces to suppress the Qinglian Sword Sect's industry in Xiaofangjie.

In five years, all the sect's industry was lost.

Now even daily cultivation supplies have become a problem.

Song Siming, who had no other choice, shamelessly approached Luo Yuan.

Finally, he led everyone to an idle warehouse in Qianluo Sect and settled down.

"Senior sister, senior brother still won't come back?"

Zeng Qing and several foundation-building disciples were practicing swordplay outside the warehouse.

Since Xiaofangjie cannot use spiritual power, several people use their spiritual power to practice swordsmanship in order to understand the art of swordsmanship.

When Zeng Qing saw Song Yantong coming back alone, he immediately stepped forward and asked.

"Ignore him, where is Junior Brother Song?"

Song Yantong shook her head helplessly, and when she saw that Song Siming was not here, she asked softly.

Since Song Siming hid in Xiaofangjie, he had to go out to pick up the Qinglian disciples who were outside.

Under normal circumstances, he rarely leaves the company of others.

Although you can't use spiritual power, you can still practice in Xiaofangjie.

When she left just now, Song Yantong saw Song Siming meditating inside.

Unexpectedly, no one has been seen for a while.

Song Yantong couldn't help but start to worry.

"Sister, you really have eyes for Junior Brother Siming.

Not long after you left, a spirit turtle came to the door and asked Junior Brother to go out. "

When Zeng Qing saw Song Yantong opening his mouth, it was Song Siming.

He immediately started laughing with the female disciples next to him.

Zeng Qing, like Song Siming, went elsewhere to do sect tasks that day.

Otherwise, with her foundation-building skills, she would not have been able to survive the disaster five years ago.

"Spirit turtle?"

Song Yantong asked herself doubtfully.

In her memory, except for the turtle from Qianluo Sect, Song Siming had never known any other turtle.

Could it be that someone from Qianluo Sect is here again?

Want to take back the warehouse here?

Where will we live from now on?

Song Yantong didn't care about Zeng Qing's teasing.

She is more concerned about the problems she may face next.

Song Siming had to practice on weekdays, deal with people outside, and take care of the emotions of the remaining disciples.

This situation once made Zeng Qing, who was born in the Xuanshan Sect, see the afterimage of Senior Brother Xu Qi in Song Siming.

So Song Yantong wanted to share the pressure for Song Siming as much as possible.

"Senior sister, look, junior brother is back."

Suddenly Zeng Qing looked happy and smiled at Song Yantong.

Following the direction of Zeng Qing's finger, he turned around and looked.

One was wearing the deacon uniform of a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

A man with snowy hair, eyes as vicissitudes as the sea, an extremely tall and straight posture, and a long sword on his back is walking slowly.

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