Resurrection Of Spirit: I, Reincarnated As A Sparrow, Begin To Evolve

It is said that after Kong Que got the heat-repelling and cooling beads from the Yin Spring, he flew aimlessly, wherever he went, while refining the peacock puppet.

Suddenly one day, Kong Que landed on a hilltop and looked around.

"Is this near the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley..."

He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes nearby, feeling a little dazed.

Back then, when the sun had not risen, he desperately escaped from the Ten Thousand Flower Sword Valley and the sphere of influence of the Five Nanshan Sects. Naturally, he was very familiar with the nearby scenery. Although he said he didn't know where he was going, he hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly along the way. , flew over unsteadily, and finally arrived near the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley according to the guidance of the subconscious.

Suddenly, the voices and smiles of Xu Changqing and Xu Haoran gradually appeared in my mind.

Subconsciously, Kong Que opened his beak and showed a heartfelt smile.

Although the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley is not a good place for monsters to go, he did spend a happy time there with Xu Changqing and Xu Haoran. It was the first time he felt at home.

"I don't know what happened to Haoran...Has Xu Changqing cultivated to the Golden elixir stage or the Nascent Soul stage? The stupid man has good qualifications, and he got the Muscle Cleansing and Marrow Yielding from Yunyao Medicine Garden, at least the Golden Elixir The later cultivation will be..."

Kong Que murmured to himself and couldn't help but look in the direction of Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley.

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"Jie, Jie, Jie... the little friend in front of you, please stay away and get into my pot, so as not to suffer the pain of the flesh~"

"Fuck you, you're singing so hard in broad daylight!"

Not far away from the sphere of influence of the five Nanshan sects, a handsome boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with his lips tightly closed, was frantically driving the flying boat under him, constantly approaching the sphere of influence of the five Nanshan sects.

Next to him was a pair of male and female disciples of the same age. The female disciple looked at the handsome young man driving the flying boat with worried expressions, while the other male disciple was scolding the middle-aged man who was following the flying boat.

The middle-aged man was dressed as a martial artist and used a spear as a flying object. His escape speed was faster than the young man's flying boat. The conversation just now was delivered by him in a smooth operatic style.

"Uncle Xu, that opera singer is about to catch up. Can you speed up?"

The female disciple looked at Wu Sheng, who was approaching from behind, with a panicked expression, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on her forehead.

The young man known as Uncle Xu did not agree and continued to concentrate on driving the flying boat.

The male disciple on the side did not tolerate her, and said viciously, "Shut up, if you talk again, I will throw you down. Didn't you see that Master Xu has tried his best? What's the use of just asking? If you don't tell me what help you can't do, you will still give me something." Uncle Xu increases the pressure!"

The female disciple opened her mouth, realizing that she had lost her composure and couldn't say anything, so she fell silent.

Only the male disciple was left to scold the opera singer.

"Jiejiejie..."

"Jie, you damn Jie, you have read too many tmd novels! You laugh so hard, and your singing sounds like ghosts howling. Go back and see your mother quickly. You are crazy. Bring your brothers and sisters from the theater troupe." Go home and sing a big show, and be your filial son and grandson..."

"Yellow-mouthed kid! Wow ya ya ya!!! It really pisses me off!!!"

Wu Sheng lifted his beard, his eyes and brows full of anger.

Before both parties could react, a foot-long golden and red feather flew over the head of the handsome young man in the blink of an eye, and passed through Wu Sheng's head with a pop.

Wu Sheng's eyes widened, and the next moment it exploded with a bang, and then a red flame flashed through, burning him clean.

The handsome young man suddenly stopped the flying boat, his face was full of disbelief, and the male disciples were stunned.

The female disciple's eyes almost popped out of her head. She pointed at the place where Wu Sheng last disappeared, trembling repeatedly, "King, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Ah??? I said it exploded???"

The male disciple's head was filled with questions and he didn't know what to say.

What is the structure of this woman's brain? ?

Are you going to blow people up?

It’s as if Ning Caishen is more thoughtful than Ning!

Just as the three of them looked at each other, the handsome young man's face changed slightly. Just now, the weight of the flying boat was a little heavier.

They looked back belatedly and saw a beautiful young man wearing gold and red clothes who had landed on the flying boat at some point. He was looking at everyone with a smile, "Go to Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley, this young man Can you give me a ride?"

The young man's voice was clear and clear, like the sound of a clear spring. The bright moon hanging in the sky made the three of them feel dazed.

The two disciples subconsciously looked at Senior Brother Xu, and Senior Uncle Xu nodded slowly, "Of course it's convenient, as long as the seniors don't mind our slow escape speed."

"It doesn't matter, just walk slowly and at your normal speed."

"yes."

Master Xu turned around and continued to drive the flying boat. The two disciples also turned around quickly, not daring to look at the young man, and huddled aside to pretend to be quail.

Without him, the aura of the young man was too overwhelming, even better than the newly promoted Nascent Soul Master in the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley. Moreover, his origin was unknown, and they were juniors, so naturally it was difficult to talk to him.

The beautiful young man stood behind the flying boat. The breeze gently blew the hem of his clothes. He quietly looked at Xu Haoran who was driving the flying boat. He could not calm down for a long time.

It had been less than four years since he left Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley, and Xu Haoran had changed so much.

All of a sudden, he went from a child over nine years old to a tall and tall boy, from a mortal child who had not yet practiced cultivation to a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

It feels like a world away.

Just now he was thinking of quietly escaping to the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley, but unexpectedly he encountered the above scene.

Although Xu Haoran had changed a lot, Kong Que recognized him at a glance and took care of the opera singer Wu Sheng.

However, the martial artist's body was filled with gloomy energy and stained with a lot of blood, as if he were a living ghost. He must not be a good person. Could it be the ghost way practiced by a living person?

Kong Que slowly retracted his divergent thoughts, continued to look at Xu Haoran who was a little nervous in front of him, and then said gently, "Don't worry, I am still an old friend of your elder Zhao Wuji from the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Valley."

Hearing this, the female disciple relaxed a little and said with a smile, "Senior, do you know Elder Zhao Wuji? But Elder Zhao went to reunite with his son and grandson a few days ago. He is not in Wanhua Sword Valley now. It will take some time. return."

The male disciple also echoed twice, "Yes, yes."