123 Seven years without martial arts

Wuchen Mansion.

"Ha ha, come on, good boy, play a sword to Zengzu to see. You will be the hope of our Wuchen family in the future, ha ha." In the hall, an old man, staggering old man smiled at a child about three or four years old with a white jade-like face.

"Yes, Grandpa" the child answered.

Then in the hall, one sword and one sword began to wave.

Although both the action and skills are extremely immature, the old man still has a kind smile on his face.

Wu Chen Cang, the actual ruler of the Wuchen family ten years ago, is now a dull old man.

However, there was less anger on Wu Chencang's face, and he became more indifferent to the secular world.

Suddenly, Wu Chencang felt a strong pressure covering the whole hall, and a sound also sounded in Wu Chencang's ear.

"Wu Chen Cang, come out and meet your old friends"

Wu Chen's face changed, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. This voice was really too familiar.

Wu Chenfeng.

In an instant, Wu Chen Cang had an answer in his heart.

If I don't die, there will be no martial arts minister in the world within ten years.

Now seven years have passed, and the time to come is still coming.

Wu Chen looked up to the sky and sighed at the child who was playing with a sword. He found that he did not seem to be affected at all, and his heart was slightly relaxed. After all, Wu Chenfeng had not attacked ordinary people.

Wu Chenfeng stood alone in front of the gate with the "Wuchen Mansion" plaque hanging. As for Haichen and others and the little gray Wuchenfeng, they have asked them to go shopping on the street. After all, he needs to solve the problems here by himself.

Today, the Wuchen family is still one of the four major families in the world, but the Wuchen family rarely appears in the world according to Wuchen Cang's words, so the Wuchen family looks extremely desolate.

Wu Chenfeng's face was calm and he stared at the gate.

"Squeak"

Sudly, the door suddenly opened, and a martial minister staggered out of the gate.

As soon as he saw Wu Chen come out, Wu Chenfeng's pupils suddenly shrank.

The figure who dominated the world seven years ago now looks like an ordinary old man who can no longer be ordinary.

You will be magnificent, be the hero of the world, live together with the sun and the moon, and one day you will not fall into the year of the tomb and turn into dust.

Therefore, if you want to cultivate immortals, you have to go against the sky, and one day you have to control the operation of heaven before you can laugh proudly.

At this moment, Wu Chenfeng's heart for cultivating immortals is even more firm.

"Are you here?" Wu Chencang walked to Wuchenfeng, raised his head and looked at Wuchenfeng with his cloudy eyes.

Wu Chenfeng nodded, "You know, don't you?"

"Well, yes, from the day you escaped from the old ghosts, I knew that you would come back sooner or later," Wu Chen Cang also said lightly.

"You must regret it," Wu Chenfeng said indifferently.

"Yes, I regret not killing you at the beginning, but I know that you won't destroy my Wuchen family now." A pathological blush appeared on Wuchen's face.

"Why?" Wuchenfeng narrowed his eyes, and the endless pressure instantly hit Wuchen Cang.

Although Wuchenfeng only released a very weak momentum, this momentum is not something that Wuchen Cang can resist.

"Because I can't see the murderous spirit in your eyes, although my Wuchen Cang has misread you, the best talent of the Wuchen family, I have read countless people, so I can't misread it." Wuchen Cang finally stopped coughing, but became more and more old.

Wuchenfeng's eyes tightened, and the sharp sword light in his eyes suddenly made Wu Chencang start coughing again. "Don't you know that I Wuchenfeng is not from the Wu family?"

Wu Chen Cang shook his head slightly, "You can't escape"

"You are the best son of my Wuchen family, which is doomed. Even with your current strength, you can't change the fact." Wuchen smiled softly, his eyes were indifferent and not afraid of life and death at all.

"Haha, ridiculous, it's ridiculous, then I'll let the Wuchen family disappear from here," Wuchenfeng said coldly.

The martial arts minister was astonished, and then a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

Wu Chen Cang grasped Wu Chenfeng tightly with his thin hands, "Grandpa, please kill me and let me go of the Wuchen family."

Wu Chenfeng was stunned and his shoulders shook, and Wu Chencang's hands fell from Wuchenfeng's body.

Wuchenfeng looked at the dilapidated Wuchen Mansion and the old man in front of him and took a deep breath.

A sword light suddenly flew out of Wuchenfeng's hand.

"From now on, there will be no martial arts minister in the world"

After saying that, he flew to the sky.

Wu Chen looked at the Wuchen Feng who disappeared in the sky in a daze.

"sw"

Suddenly, a light flew over from the place where Wuchenfeng disappeared.

Wu Chen Cang tightly grasped the light that flew in front of him and the power had disappeared.

Open your palm and look at it, but you find that it is an elixir.

Then, Wuchenfeng's voice also came, "Don't mention the past. Wuchenfeng is no longer a member of Wuchen's family. Take this elixir within three days. Gather all factions of Jianghu Wulin to gather in Wucheng"

"Alas"

The sigh of Wu Chen cang came from the door of the "Wuchen Mansion". I don't know whether it was because of Wu Chenfeng's indisretion of the past or regretting the past.

Wuchen stood in mid-air and did not calm down. Now the ending is probably the best. After all, Wuchenfeng no longer has hatred for Wuchen.

Blessings are the place of misfortune, and misfortune is the place of misfortune.

Blessings and misfortunes are connected. If it hadn't been for Wu Chen Cang, he might have become an ordinary mortal here, or a cold-blooded killer, but now Wu Chenfeng has become a golden elixir period, a super-aggressive true practicer, cultivating immortals against the sky, and controlling the way of heaven is what Wu Chenfeng is now considering.

"Let the past go," Wu Chenfeng said with a smile.

It seems that because of the successful settlement of this matter, Wu Chenfeng felt that he actually had an ethereal feeling.

The mortal world, the real mortal world, Haichen, Tianshuang, Hammer and Xiao Liang can be said to have never been in contact with each other. It is calculated that the Haishan Village in mainland China also has practitioners, but their strength is strong and weak.

In the past three days, Wuchenfeng has been playing in Kunlun with Haichen and a few people and Xiaohui. The clear water and blue sky, heavy snow, eating and playing all the way.

Although Wuchenfeng can open the valley, some delicious food is also very attractive, especially Xiaohui, which simply carries forward the fine tradition of eating big eater. Every time he sees delicious food in a place, he opens his cheeks to eats, and sometimes eats even those restaurants. The people inside are stunned.

Three days later, Wucheng.