School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

After Wuming sighed, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, then turned back into the appearance of a bloody villain and penetrated his dantian.

"Hey!"

"It seems like I should get a sword too!"

Wuming shook his head and stretched out his hand to tidy up his already somewhat tattered clothes.

However, this arrangement was so terrible that the clothes on his body fell off like pieces of paper.

"call!"

A gust of wind blew, and the clothes on Wuming's body were blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Although his body is invincible when he performs Invincible Slash, this does not include the clothes on his body.

Just now, the sword god Zhang Weijian exploded with great power, and the powerful energy directly destroyed the internal structure of his clothes.

If the sword master Wuming hadn't used his sword energy to protect his surroundings, the clothes on his body would have disappeared long ago.

Suddenly, the corner of Wuming's mouth twitched, a bright sword light covered his body, and then the leaves everywhere began to rustle.

"Ye Lai!"

Green leaves gathered one after another and spun rapidly around Wuming.

Then, Wuming's eyes suddenly stared, and the leaves started to splice together automatically, and finally formed a complete set of clothes.

Of course, this complete set of clothes includes not only shoes, pants, and hats, but everything you need.

Three seconds later, Sword Master Wuming’s outfit took on a completely new look.

After putting on this all-natural outfit, Wuming felt a fairy-like feeling in his heart.

However, his look, which is green from head to toe, looks a bit weird.

When Juggernaut Wuming returned to the Chen family compound, the situation had undergone earth-shaking changes.

With the support of the powerful men of the He family, several other ancient martial arts monks brought by Wang Juji were easily controlled. In the end, these guys were tied to the speakers and packed away.

"Senior, you look like this!"

Qin Changshou looked at Wuming floating from a distance and couldn't help but complain.

"Hahaha, I look very good in Xianqi!"

Wuming took a mirror and looked at it several times, with a smile on his face.

Now he is already a super strong person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. His lifespan has been greatly improved and he looks really much younger.

Especially with the consolidation of his realm, his hair has now completely returned to black, and he looks like an uncle in his forties. Even if he goes to a nightclub to pick up girls, no girl will be able to tell his true age.

"Senior, your hat is a bit unique!"

Chen Xiaoyi first glanced at Qin Changshou, then looked at Wuming, and whispered a reminder.

"Haha, it's not in the way, it's not in the way!"

“If you want to live a decent life, you must have a little green on top of your head!”

Wuming touched his beard and then pulled it off. He looked much younger again.

Just when everyone was shocked by his incredible behavior, Wuming flicked his right hand and threw a broken sword hilt on the ground.

"This is?"

Chen Tianhe walked over and took a look, his face a little confused.

"This is the only thing left by the contemporary sword god. After his death, it's time for me to say goodbye!"

Wuming looked at Chen Tianhe and said lightly.

In the beginning, if it weren't for the shelter of the Chen family, his sword master Wuming might have perished long ago.

Wuming considers himself a grateful person, and he will remember this kindness forever.

However, after decades of retreat and healing, Wuming is a little curious about today's society.

In other words, the world is so wonderful and big, and he, an old man, really wants to go outside and see more.

If possible, he also wants to find a confidante and leave his own legacy...