No matter what happens, face will be lost, so it is better to stop here and shake hands and make peace.

The sword cut is over.

But as the leader of the Dongfu Taoist League, the task of selecting talents for the Taoist League to pay attention to has not yet begun.

It is very unusual for this boy to have such a level of swordsmanship at such a young age.

Are you hiding your strength?

He has seen countless strong men.

A strong person has an aura. No matter how much he conceals his spiritual power, his temperament cannot. Although Xiao Ran's temperament looks elegant and fairy-like, his aura is really only the refinement of his energy.

Maybe he hides some terrible secret.

Thinking like this, he nodded, and then he flashed and came to a foot away from Xiao Ran.

He raised his hand and patted Xiao Ran's shoulder without leaving a trace.

This shot seems to be a compliment to the younger generation, but in fact it is a secret peek.

In an instant!

An extremely sharp and extremely hidden body vein consciousness penetrated into Xiao Ran's body.

This body pulse consciousness is actually a high-level soul-searching technique. It is like spring breeze and rain, but as sharp as a sword. It can detect the scenes in the opponent's memory without the other party being aware of it.

Talents can be hidden, and physical fitness can be upgraded. Directly checking the memory can better find out why Xiao Ran can learn the secret of the legendary "All Things Empty Sound" method than peering into the Dantian.

Li Wuxie secretly closed his eyes.

Looking inward through layers of fog...

He saw a lofty fairy mountain!

In the early morning, on the broad sword dancing terrace.

A young man with strong features and a delicate face was sternly waving a long sword.

Along with the boring sword-swinging movements over and over again, a fleeting glimpse of his life appeared.

He started practicing Qi at the age of seven.

The foundation was built at the age of twelve.

Thirty-nine-year-old golden elixir.

One hundred and eighty-year-old Nascent Soul.

Three hundred years old and distracted.

Chitose, merge!

His path of spiritual practice was fast, upright, and meticulous, without making any mistakes.

He majored in swordsmanship, and his cultivation was just a bonus.

From an unknown sect to a small sect, to living in the deep mountains of the academy of the Taoist League headquarters, and practicing until the swordsmanship Mahayana came out of the mountain. At this time, the cultivation level has reached the state of distraction!

Later, he joined the headquarters of the Underworld Extermination Palace, slaying demons and underworlds time and time again, and rose to the Fusion Realm in just a few hundred years.

The future was bright. Just before he was transferred to the Academy of Kendo Bishop, during a mission to hunt down the Netherworld——

He meets a destined woman.

A snake demon who can take form in the end of the Dharma era.

Then……

There's no after that.

After this incident, his cultivation quickly dropped to Nascent Soul, and he was forced to enter the Academy Cave to recuperate for nearly a thousand years before he stopped his decline.

Later, he was sent to Dongfu City by the Taoist League as the chief executive, and he began his career as chief executive who never left his hand with the black sand pot and the wolfberry tea.

Seeing this, Li Wuxie was sweating profusely and suddenly woke up.

This... is not Xiao Ran!

This is your life!

Li Wuxie's eyes froze, and his eyes were horrified, as if he was seeing a huge wave in the sky.

It's like standing in front of a mirror, everything about yourself is invisible.

Li Wuxie was sweating profusely, and his hair stood on end.

Why did I see my whole life in this guy's body?

Could it be...

Soul resonance!

Li Wuxie suddenly woke up, his heart was shaken, but his face was unmoved. He naturally let go of his hand and only praised in the tone of an elder:

"You passed the test. Your swordsmanship is excellent."

Xiao Ran smiled, bowed his hands, and returned the gift respectfully.

"Not as good as Master Zhishou playing with snakes."

puff--

Li Wuxie's waist ached, and he almost spat out a mouthful of black blood!

My eyes felt dizzy and black, as if the whole mountain was shaking.

Not a family, not a member of the same family... He never wanted to have anything to do with the people around Ling Zhouyue.
Chapter completed!