Li Ji actually likes Yunhu City very much, and it has nothing to do with the customs and customs. What he likes is the vigorous and uplifting vitality of the young sword cultivators in this place. At this point, Xuanyuan is not as good as Yunding. In Wushan, the sword cultivators are more rigorous, more iron-blooded, and more dying.

It is difficult to find one of the thousands of sword cultivators in Yunding. Fortunately, Li Ji could also use Gu Yanzi as a store disciple who was stationed in Yunhu to find people. Moreover, Bai Shuang is no longer the energetic senior brother of Yunding.

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In a dilapidated manor on the outskirts of Yunhu City, there is a white frost independent courtyard, lonely as snow.

This manor is his last property in the mortal world. Others, those who can sell and those who can be used have been turned into resources that impact the golden elixir; in recent years, he has basically disappeared from the mountain gate because he does not want to see the ugly faces of those who have fallen into the wrong.

His footprints are all over the Thousand Islands. He takes on all the tasks that can earn spirit stones, and he participates in all the excavations that may have treasures. Even so, without the support of the sect, he is still far from the resources needed to impact the golden elixir. Once upon a time, when he was incredible, he never thought that he would one day fall into such a state!

The seed Gu who once had high hopes suddenly died in that inexplicable Gu disaster. He suffered from the fish disaster and lost his last support. Now he is not just a problem of insufficient resources, but most importantly, confidence. Three consecutive failures have made him afraid of the rush through normal channels.

He was able to persevere until now and not give up, which was already a firm mind, but he didn't know how long he could last. This year he was 160 years old, and it has been less than 30 years since the centrifugal monk's body began to decline. Does he still have a chance in these thirty years?

He knew that his current state of mind was very problematic. He hated everyone, especially those fellow disciples who were once close. No one cared about him, and most people instead regarded him as a stepping stone to build confidence. Every time they returned to their own residence in the mountain gate, there were always so-called rising stars' endless provocation and fighting swords. After defeating him, they still mocked his cowardly performance in Xuanyuan.

He really wanted to yell in anger, that was Li Ji! It was Qingkong Yichi! If anyone else was to be able to be better than him in the situation at that time? Is it embarrassing to retreat under Qingkong Yichi's sword?

His problem is not strength, but confidence. Too many setbacks make him confused, he is unable to fight, practice without intention, and fails to make a breakthrough!

And all of this was once given to him the supreme and glorious Genting and rewarded him! What did he do wrong? He actually asked the master to treat it like this, and he didn't even give him a way forward?

Not only the master, but even the Heavenly Dao was full of hatred. He fell to the point of planting a Gu and seeking elixirs. However, the Heavenly Dao played a big joke with him and inexplicably took back the Heart Gu. God, don’t even give him the chance to fall?

"The master's sect is unfair! The heavenly way is unfair! Even if I, Bai Shuang, dies, will never let you go!"

Bai Shuang roared in her throat and her eyes were bloody. His mood was getting more and more unstable recently.

"Why don't you say that Xuanyuan Li Ji is unfair? You must know that the beginning of your disaster is in Xuanyuan!"

A faint voice came from the side, Bai Shuang was shocked, and suddenly turned around and found that dozens of feet away, a young man pretending to be watching him in the hazy night. This face had appeared countless times in Baishuang's dream, like a nightmare and a demon, running through every day he fell from the altar.

"Li Ji! You dare to come!"

The white frost and hair were all open, and the flying sword stabbed Li Ji like raindrops, as if he wanted to vent decades of resentment in the sword rain all over the sky.

Li Ji remained motionless and let the sword rain hit his body, as if it was Lili Spring Rain. The flying sword of the heart-warming monk had no sword intent, and he could not even wear his three-layer sword clothes. He said that Chunyu was in his body and praised Bai Shuang's flying sword. At least, Chunyu could even drip on him.

Bai Shuang is almost crazy, completely ignoring the huge difference in strength. The huge sword roar shook all over the field, and various secret techniques in Yunding were used like a tide; there is no need to worry that anyone would pay attention to this place. In Yunhu City, more than 70% of the 100 cultivators are sword cultivators, and there are various fighting swords of various reasons anytime and anywhere. At the same time Bai Shuang sets out his sword, there are nearly a hundred sword roars in Yunhu City. Who would care about the movement of a dilapidated manor in the suburbs of the city?

A moment passed, and the magic power of Baishuang's soul after the explosion was exhausted, she looked tired, sweating like a rain of sweat, collapsed on the ground, crying and roaring, like a lonely wolf in the wilderness,

Nothing is even more desperate than being so weak in front of an enemy, unable to even hurt the other person’s hair, and unable to see and touch the other person’s back!

Li Ji's mood did not fluctuate at all, which was not worthy of sympathy. A monk like Bai Shuang would not have the blow Li Ji gave him in Xuanyuan, and there would be other ups and downs waiting for him. Since he did not dare to stand up and yell after his master died, such a result was already destined.

But then again, if he is really determined, he will not be able to survive now. Heaven is so cruel. If you either die or live cowardly, how can you choose?

What disappointed Li Ji was that Bai Shuang obviously did not have a seed of Gu in the current body, otherwise he would not have been disappointed to this point, which means that Han Jiang might not have appeared again.

"Didn't you planted a Gu? Can't you give you confidence in this way?" Li Ji asked.

Bai Shuang smiled miserably, "Gu? It has long been gone, and it has been taken back by the Heavenly Dao... This thief, God, is also against me!"

Li Ji tempted, "Source again, why not continue to plant? Don't you know how to find a man who grows a Gu?"

Bai Shuang looked at Li Ji and smiled strangely.

"Are you here to investigate the monks of Gu Dao? Do you think we have a relationship, what will I tell you?"

He shook his head again, "Forget it, in fact, my hatred for you is better than fear. Now, there is even more that I have... The Gu Dao you mentioned, I have already broken the line, the contact person disappeared without a trace, and no one has ever looked for me again, so I can't help you, believe it or not!

It’s funny, the master sect doesn’t know about my dark history, but you, Xuanyuan’s opponent, knows it well. I’m very surprised. Bai Shuang doesn’t even look down on the master sect now. Is there any value to make Xuanyuan pay attention to it?"

Li Ji looked at him, "You are dissatisfied with Genting! This is not good. Without Genting, you may be nothing!"

Bai Shuang laughed, "I'm nothing anymore, why don't I have any Genting? I, Bai Shuang, want to be loyal, are they? Someone?"
Chapter completed!