Chapter 137 Clouds

Sanyuan, this small country, spent a wonderful morning, and everyone's hearts seemed to have been washed by a clear spring at that moment.

Yejia Bamboo Forest.

The stunned expression on the face of the sword and the ancestor of the Ye family could not fade for a long time. For a long time, until Ye 23 left, the ancestor of the Ye family looked at the sword beside him with complicated eyes and asked in an extremely trembling voice, "Guess what I just saw?"

Such a sentence seemed very ridiculous. In the nonsense of the world, Shen Jianyi actually answered very seriously, and his expression was very serious: "I also saw it!"

The ancestor of the Ye family raised his right hand and pointed to the east tremblingly. Suddenly, he seemed to be crazy and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha!" The laughter gradually bent down with him, rushed out of the bamboo forest, rushed into the sky and ran to the distance.

His waist has been deeply bent, and his eyes are still full of turbid tears, but he is still smiling, a kind of smile from the bottom of his heart, a kind of raw smile, as if at this moment, he is a living person, a living himself.

The divine sword looked at him silently, and the corners of his eyes were also a little crystal. He slowly stretched out his right hand, stopped on his shoulder, and said slowly in a very low voice, "Ye Liang!"

The ancestor of the Ye family suddenly stood still, as if he had been petrified, and his laughter suddenly stopped. After a long time, he slowly raised his head with tears on his face, but there was still a cold electric light in his eyes. He stared at the sword and gritted his teeth and said, "How do you know!"

The sword looked at him quietly, and the cold wind blew through the two people at the same time. Their clothes floated up at the same time. He suddenly smiled, smiled mysteriously, and said gently, "Moquan!"

The pupil of the ancestors of the Ye family suddenly dilated, and then narrowed a line. Two cold lights suddenly shot out and said, "Who the hell are you?"

The sword's smile remained unchanged and said indifferently, "What do you think!"

The ancestor of the Ye family was stunned and said to himself: What's wrong with himself? How could he ask such a question? On second thought, he scoffed at his worry just now. The relationship between him and Ye 23 will definitely not be what he just thought. Thinking of this, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly and said, "How can I know!"

After saying that, he laughed loudly again, and the divine sword also laughed. The cold wind seemed to be stunned by the sudden laughter, and the wind stopped.

The ancestor of the Ye family looked into the distance and said to himself, "This Ye 23 is really a super freak. Not to mention the rise in cultivation, there is not even a divine punishment. This is simply unreasonable!"

"Who said no? When my cultivation reached this point, the punishment almost killed me that day. Look at them. It seems that God is also very biased!" The divine sword can't help sighing.

"Kinpek Liupin, in those years, I was also a generation of heroes. At his age, I was just..." The ancestor of the Ye family laughed at himself, but the following words did not come out, but shook his head.

"Yes, don't say you, I'm not the same. I thought that in this era, even if the speed of my practice is not the first, I can definitely enter the top ten!" Shen Jianyi agreed with the ancestors of the Ye family: "However, I didn't know how ridiculous I was until I saw it today!"

The scorching sun rose and the cold wind suddenly stopped. Two figures who had lived for many years stood on bamboo branches and laughed at each other, but they were excited.

At the same time, Tonghai College.

In an inconspicuous deep pool, an unknown war broke out. A pair of bones sealed by Tonghai College for thousands of years were taken away. Dean Jingyu in the courtyard was seriously injured. The contemporary dean died on the spot. The situation also shocked an aging stone of Tonghai College and many super masters in the first city. None of these people's cultivation is below the Holy Sparrow, but such a group of people did not keep the skeleton.

A total of 13 holy sparrow masters, five were killed in the battle, and the rest were all seriously injured. Although they also killed many invading enemies, and the other party killed more than them, at this moment, clouds are shrouded their heads.

In the trial forest of Tonghai College, near the center, there is a huge tree, dozens of feet tall and thick to be surrounded by dozens of people. The branches and leaves are lush, and there are deep traces of time on the trunk. Many places are still not covered with bark, revealing some black trunks.

At the top of this huge tree, three figures are sitting between the three largest branches. It is Dean Jingyu who is sitting in the south. At this moment, his clothes are still a little broken, and there are still some blood stains in many places. His face is abnormally pale, and his back against the trunk is faintly trembling. Obviously, he is seriously injured. .

Opposite him is a woman who can't see her age. Her skin is still fair and her face is still beautiful, but those two pairs of vicissitudes of life prove her true age all the time. At this moment, her face is gloomy, her chest is constantly undulating, and her black hair is extremely scattered.

At this moment, their eyes are focused on the old figure not far away.

not far from them sat an old man with white beard and gray robe and white hair, and his face was also extremely yellow. His dry skin and traces of years were perfectly presented on his face, and deep ravines filled his whole face.

At this moment, his eyes were closed, and a pair of dry veterans fell deeply into the tree trunk. Even so, it did not completely offset the trembling of his arms.

For a long time, he slowly opened his turbid old eyes, his free eyes swept over the two people, and his mouth opened. After a while, a voice came out: "It seems that this life will be chaotic!" The voice was full of anxiety, helplessness and remorse.

Dean Jingyu sighed heavily and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he still didn't say anything, and he sighed heavily.

The woman who couldn't see her age was the most calm one among them. Her eyes swept over Dean Jingyu, brushed the old man, and said, "We have worked hard and done our best. No matter what the outcome is, we have a clear conscience!"

The old man's turbid eyes looked over and nodded after a moment, but stopped saying anything. Dean Jingyu opened his eyes and said with a very painful expression, "However, after all, that thing was lost in my hand. I am... a sinner!"

Later, his eyes were covered with tears, which were tears of pain and tears of regret. His hands were held tightly, and wisps of blood overflowed from it.

"Jingyu, you're wrong!" The old man's voice sounded in his ear at this moment.

Dean Jingyu still had a painful face. He shook his head vigorously, shook his head vigorously, and tears kept scratching his cheeks and flew into the distance.

"Fighting feather!" The old man suddenly shouted, but Dean Jingyu was still shaking his head sadly.

The old man sighed when he saw this, and his voice softened a lot: "Jingyu, you are still young. You still need to do more, and you have to do it!"

Dean Jingyu no longer shook his head, but buried his head deeply in his legs.

The old man's voice continued to ring in his ear: "Now, it's not time to despair. Although he got that thing, it's hard to say whether he can fully stimulate his ability!"

The old man's voice is much higher: "Even if he really reaches that level, can he really do whatever he wants? I don't think so. Not to mention that there are countless seniors in my human race, even if we are really invincible at that time, we will try our best to fight!"

Dean Jingyu slowly raised his head and looked at the old man, and his eyes became much firmer.

The old man nodded secretly and then said, "Thousands of years ago, didn't human beings think that they had come to an end? In the end, it's still our human victory. There is no decisive thing in the world. Look, it depends on how we do it!"

The woman also interrupted at this time, "Jingyu, your master is right. Even if he wants to use that thing completely, it will take at least hundreds of years, hundreds of years. This is enough for us to do a lot of things, and what we have done will definitely be useful!"

Dean Jingyu's eyes were more firm, and a sense of pride arose. He bent down deeply to the two and said, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Elder Hong!"

The old man nodded and said, "Go and have a good rest. In a few days, we will come to you and tell you what we are going to do next!"

Dean Jingyu met his eyes and said firmly, "Master, tell me, I'm fine!"

The old man snorted. Just as he was about to speak, the woman interrupted and shouted, "Jingyu, let you go back to rest and rest. What can you do now!"

"Senior Hong!" Dean Jingyu shouted.

"Go!" As soon as the woman waved her hand, Dean Jingyu fell down from the tree.

Dean Jingyu looked up at the treetops, clenched his fist fiercely, turned around and left.

When his figure disappeared, the woman on the tree branch said, "Brother, how many chances do you think we have to win?"

The old man meditated for a while before saying, "Relying on our current ability, there is almost no chance of winning!"

"But we still have so many ancient families, and there must be many predecessors of hermits. Is there no chance of winning?" The woman defended.

"If people are really united, we will definitely win, but is it possible now? Can a family do something? The old man said worriedly.

The woman sighed sadly and said, "Then can't we do anything else?"

"If everything is man-made, we have to try our best to do it, and we can't take care of anything else!" The old man slowly said, "Maybe that person will appear in this life!"

The woman's originally gloomy eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Yes, we still have hope!"