Ever since Chu Yang was reborn, he had never considered this matter.
Or rather, there was no such thing in his memory!
Until just now, when Mo Qingwu said, "For you … I will dance to the heavens!"
Chu Yang was suddenly enlightened when he heard this sentence. When he thought of this poem, he thought of this person.
Xue Leihan!
So he had always neglected this person! Why?
Thinking of Xue Leihan, Chu Yang suddenly thought of many things.
Only then did he realize that there were too many differences between this life and his previous life.
In his previous life, he was the Poisonous Sword Revered Martial Artist. Although his name was resounding, he was only a Revered Martial Artist. However, he was able to roam freely in the Lower Three Heavens, and even some places in the Lower Three Heavens.
There were no King level experts in the Lower Three Heavens at all.
When Mo Tianji ambushed him, he only sent out three King level experts!
But in this life …
Mo Clan had more than three King level experts? They even had Emperor level experts!
In the Upper Three Heavens, King level experts were not even worth mentioning, Emperor level experts were not worth mentioning, Monarch level experts were just so-so, Saint level experts were common, Supreme level experts … Looking at it now, there were probably thousands or even tens of thousands of them in the entire Upper Three Heavens!
In his previous life, there were two legends: Supreme Martial Artist Chen Feng and Supreme Martial Artist Liu Yun.
In the legends of the current generation of Supreme Martial Artists, there were only Ning Tianya and Bu Liuqing …
And now?
Perhaps he was ignorant and inexperienced in his previous life, and when he reached the Upper Three Heavens, he was like a rat crossing the street, dying before he could even obtain the fifth fragment of the sword …
But legends were legends after all! Was he that ignorant and inexperienced?
And, most importantly, Xue Leihan!
Such a peerless talent whose name shook the heavens, in this life, there was no one at all! Absolutely none! Completely none!
Why was this so?
Thinking of Xue Leihan, Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a vague sense of familiarity.
That fortune-telling elder …
Xiao Yun Mo Qingwu, on the path of three lives can mend the heavens, Yin and Yang must cherish the beauty, evil aura is awe-inspiring, do not speak nonsense …
So familiar …
Xue Leihan!
So it was you!
Chu Yang was stunned.
He was now a hundred percent sure that the fortune-telling elder he and Zi Xieqing met in Tianji City was the one who had become friends with him in his previous life … the world's number one genius Xue Leihan!
But at that time, he did not recognize him!
Who exactly was he?
What exactly was going on?
Chu Yang's mind suddenly turned into a mass of paste. The more he thought, the more confused he became. The more he thought, the more he didn't have a clue. He could only faintly feel that if he could solve all of this, then he would discover an earth-shattering secret!
At this moment, Mo Qingwu said, "That person … is so strange."
Chu Yang was startled. He looked up.
A few hundred feet in front of him, there was a white-clothed man walking on the snow.
This road was the only way to the Medicine Banquet. At this moment, the streets were crowded with people. Although it was early in the morning, it was extremely lively. However, this white-robed man walked among the bustling crowd with a warm smile on his face. He looked very amiable, but it felt as if he had been lonely for tens of thousands of years. He was so out of tune with everything around him.
This person stepped on the white snow, crunching as he walked. Every step he took left a deep footprint. It should be very strenuous to walk like this, but looking at his posture, he was like a spring breeze, so leisurely and relaxed.
"It is very strange." Alarm bells rang in Chu Yang's heart.
If he didn't guess wrongly, this person should be an extremely dangerous person.
Just as he was thinking, this white-robed man had already walked to a place not far in front of them. He suddenly turned his head, as if he had suddenly discovered the two of them. He smiled and said, "What a red-robed girl, really as cute as a pearl."
Mo Qingwu blushed and hid behind Chu Yang. She only secretly revealed half of her face to watch.
Chu Yang smiled and cupped his hands. "You flatter me, may I know who you are?"
The white-robed man smiled and said, "Medicine Master, not up to standard." He seemed to be smiling bitterly, but was full of confidence. He said, "I didn't even pass the first round and was eliminated, so I went to watch the fun."
Chu Yang smiled. "I see."
He said, "Why don't we go together?"
When he said this, the white-robed man also said, "Why don't we go together?"
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
Chu Yang's smile was tolerant and amiable, while the white-robed man's smile was gentle and warm.
But when Mo Qingwu saw the two of them smiling, she suddenly shuddered.
The two of them walked side by side. The white-robed man smiled and said, "Brother Chu, this time, you are going to win the championship. I am here today specially to cheer you on."
Chu Yang revealed a surprised expression and laughed. "So you know me."
The white-robed man shook his head and laughed. "Brother Chu, you are the best. How many of the medicine masters in this Tianji City don't know you?"
Chu Yang laughed heartily in a very comfortable manner. He said, "It depends on luck … Not necessarily, there are so many experts, I have no confidence at all."
He said that he had no confidence at all, but his voice and expression were obviously "fake modesty", obviously full of confidence.
The white-robed man lowered his head and didn't seem to look at him. He said, "Brother Chu, you don't have to be humble. With your attainments, it is not a problem for you to become number one in the world."
At this moment, someone suddenly called from the roadside, "Hey, Brother Lu!"
The white-robed man stopped and said apologetically, "Brother Chu, I met a friend."
Chu Yang hurriedly said, "Brother, please go ahead."
The white-robed man smiled apologetically and hurriedly turned to the side of the person who called from the roadside. The two of them were very intimate, as if they had met after a long time …
Chu Yang and Mo Qingwu continued to walk in the thick snow. The two of them were still talking as usual. They turned a corner and entered another road.
They were only a few hundred feet away from the venue of the Medicine Banquet.
At the roadside just now.
The white-robed man was still smiling, but his face had already turned cold.
A black shadow appeared silently and asked with a smile, "Brother Wu, is it him?"
The white-robed man shook his head and said, "I don't think so. But this little one hides really well. You guys told me that he is a first grade Martial Monarch, but there is a hidden sword will on him. Looking at the situation, his real cultivation is definitely at the level of a Sword Saint! And not lower than the fifth grade! "
The black-robed man heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Then I am relieved. A Sword Saint is not scary. But since he is a Sword Saint, he must have come from the path of a Sword Emperor. And the Tribulation Sword Master can never become a Sword Emperor. "
The white-robed man said, "Yes. So, this Chu Yang is definitely not the Tribulation Sword Master! But, this young man is definitely not even 20 years old. He already has such a shocking cultivation and the inheritance of the Medical Saint … He can be said to be the one and only genius in this world! If this person develops, his future achievements may not be lower than that of the Tribulation Sword Master! "
When the two of them were talking, when they said the words' Tribulation Sword Master ', they gritted their teeth and were full of hatred.
The black-robed man was silent for a while and said, "Then, Brother Wu, have you done it?"
The white-robed man snorted and said, "Of course I won't let him off so easily. Along the way, I have already poisoned him with seven kinds of strong poisons! These seven kinds of strong poisons are incurable. Usually, they keep each other in check and he is fine. But once the time limit is reached, they will act up immediately. Like a sudden wind, there is no way to recover! During the finals, I will let him act up. "
The black-robed man heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Wu, you have worked hard."
The white-robed man smiled faintly and said, "Not really, but … to poison such a small character is a little demeaning …"
The two of them chuckled and suddenly disappeared.
On the other side, Chu Yang turned the corner.
The Sword Spirit's voice, which was almost dripping with cold sweat, came out. "Oh my god, I really saw a ghost."
"Saw a ghost? Hurhur … "Chu Yang was not surprised at all. He said calmly," That person just now should be Wu Juecheng, right? "
The Sword Spirit was startled. "How did you know?"
"I just know." Chu Yang smiled. "Intuition."
Then he said, "He didn't recognize me."
Then he said, "If he did, then I would have become a pile of rotten meat by now!"
The Sword Spirit sighed and said, "You are absolutely right. Wu Juecheng's hatred for the Tribulation Sword Master far surpasses that of this Dharma Supreme! "
Chu Yang said understandingly, "Because Wu Juecheng's identity is special. Hurhur, as the successor of Supreme Martial Artist Chen Feng, he is held in high regard wherever he goes. When has he ever suffered any setbacks or been cheated in his life? How can he not hate someone who has been played around with his whole life? "
He said casually, "What kind of poison did he give me?"
The Sword Spirit was stunned. "You can feel that he has poisoned you?"
Chu Yang smiled lightly. "I can't feel it! Even until now, I haven't felt it at all. But Wu Juecheng didn't specially come to me to say these few words. "
"Seven types of poisons balance each other and cause paralysis." The Sword Spirit smiled. "However, he doesn't want your life. Looks like he only wants you in the finals … "
Chu Yang clicked his tongue and said, "Amazing! Can it be cured? "
The Sword Spirit said, "Of course there is no problem. This … This type of poison can only be absorbed by the Tribulation Sword. If Wu Juecheng finds out that you are actually not poisoned, he will immediately know that you are the Tribulation Sword Master. Wu Juecheng will then come and kill you! Even in the finals, you won't be able to stop him. "
Chu Yang pondered and said, "Is there any other way?"
"Yes." The Sword Spirit chuckled. "You can now put a bottle of Spiritual Spring Water in your arms and drink half a bottle. This type of poison can be delayed for a period of time before acting up. I will extract the poison and you will complete the competition. Even if Wu Juecheng comes and sees the Spiritual Spring Water, he will also know the reason … "
Chu Yang's eyes lit up. "He made me paralyzed. Feng, it shouldn't be as simple as just stopping me in the finals. Instead … he should have other motives. Otherwise, with Wu Juecheng's status, why would he poison me? He might as well kill me with one palm. Wouldn't that be easier? "
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