1098. Riots in the Western Xinjiang

Gao Bairen has left.

Following the instructions of the Sword Saint, he went to Yanjing City and represented the Supreme Wu to meet Chu Yunyang. At the same time, he summoned him to meet in Yanshan.

"Sword Saint, Chu Yunyang is so unreasonable in Yanjing, why do you want Bai Ren to treat him politely?"

After Gao Bairen left, Gun King He Xilai asked in confusion.

The Sword Saint did not speak, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the scene outside the window. After a long time, he slowly said to Ho Xi: "Come to the West, don't you think that since we took over the Supreme Martial Arts, the strength of China's martial arts has been declining throughout the world?"

"With the snow in Japan, Zhao Wuji, Hongmen, suddenly appeared again, and even Qin Yun, the leader of Hongmen, has now topped the blood list."

"In my impression, our China has just made a bright rain. Now we have just a titled master."

"Now the Lu family has been exterminated again, and the lives and deaths of the five major masters are unknown. At that time, a large number of warriors on Xuanwu Lake were killed by Chu Yun. My Chinese martial arts strength has suffered too great losses in recent years."

"Sometimes, I can't help but start to doubt my abilities."

"It seems that since I became the president of the association, our Chinese martial arts strength in the world has been regressing."

The sword saint's words were low, and he could hear a little inexplicable emotion in it.

However, the Sword Saint's words did not mention Chu Yun from the beginning to the end.

Yes, in the eyes of the Sword Saint and others, Chu Yun, a scum in the Chinese martial arts world, who kills without blinking, has long been eliminated from the Chinese martial arts world.

Since the incident that year, Sword Saint Spear King and others no longer admit that Chu Yun is a martial arts man in China.

"No, Sword Saint. Don't belittle yourself. Last year I went to Africa to attend a martial arts conference, and even some small countries were well aware of our Chinese martial arts world."

"During the time when you were in charge of the highest martial arts in China, you undoubtedly completely defeated the reputation of our martial arts in China. In the past, except for your neighbors, those remote small countries did not know anything about our martial arts in China, and did not have any respect. Now our martial arts reputation in the world has increased a lot." The gun king He Xilai said from the side.

However, the Sword Saint shook his head with a smile, and there was a little self-deprecation in his smile.

"Come to the west, you don't need to comfort me."

"What is the reason why my reputation in Chinese martial arts has increased so much in recent years? I believe you and I know it well?"

After the sword saint fell, the gun king He Xilai was instantly silent.

Indeed, just as the Sword Saint said, China's reputation in the world in the past two years was all made by the boy himself.

Fighting Hongmen, breaking ten thousand formations, and angrily slashing Wuji's clone. He was the first in the blood list, and was invincible at the Earth level. These glorious feats that trembled the entire world, and these amazing deeds that made Chinese martial arts famous in the world were all from his own hands.

However, this person has been nailed to the pillar of shame in China and has been cursed by thousands of people. Now, under the propaganda of some people, those who do not understand Chu Yun have undoubtedly labeled Chu Yun as unforgivable.

A person despised by China has won supreme glory for China that has not been seen in a century.

Sometimes when I think about it, I feel so ironic!

Even the Sword Saint sometimes couldn't help but wonder whether their decision back then was right or wrong?

"Sword Saint, we can't blame us. What we advised him back then was that he didn't know how to advance and retreat and insisted on breaking up with Hongmen. He couldn't blame us even if he wanted to die." The gun king He Xilai said in a deep voice.

The Sword Saint sighed, "Okay, let's not talk about these things anymore."

"My purpose of letting Bai Ren treat Chu Yunyang is very simple, it is to let him join our Supreme Martial Arts."

"A peerless master who defeated Aokigawa has entered the Supreme Martial Arts. After the war god comes out of seclusion, I will explain it to him. At least the martial arts situation in China is not that unbearable."

He Xilai was a little unhappy when he heard the Sword Saint's words, but he didn't say anything more.

The Sword Saint smiled: "I still remember the grudges from that year. Isn't Mingyu all okay? Let him go there if it's past."

"Our China now has a titled master of the Xuan-level, and you and I should be happy."

The Sword Saint's faint laughter echoed in Yanshan Mountain, but Gao Bairen was heading towards Yanjing at this time and rushed to quickly.

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During the turbulent times of Yanjing, the western border, which was thousands of miles away, was not quiet either.

Outside the Devil City, yellow sand is everywhere.

The sun sets in the long river, the lonely smoke in the desert.

On this rarely visited yellow sand desert, apart from the same yellow color, there is no sign of vitality or green.

Maybe there were spots of green many years ago. After all, when Chu Yun followed Nuonuo here, there were huge cactus standing here.

But now, nothing is gone.

In addition to the violent cold wind, the yellow sand that was blowing wildly was overwhelming.

No one knows how many corpses are buried in this ruthless desert and how many mysteries are buried.
Chapter completed!