If you don’t know how to recite poetry, you won’t be a respected person.

Jingtian sat high on the stage, and under the stage were thousands of disciples of Qingxu Guan.

Now that he has become the sect leader and won the war, the popularity of the Qingxuguan people has greatly increased.

"Sect Master Jing is extraordinary in martial arts and has vast magical powers. If we can achieve results in this battle, it will be a blessing for us, Qingxu Guan!"

"Long live Sect Leader Jing!"

Thousands of monks shouted in unison.

Jingtian nodded indifferently, with many doubts in his heart.

He obviously felt that his body was a little tired, and his body seemed to be counterattacked by some kind of force.

Could it be because he was injured? Is it because it's too heavy?

"Lord Jing......Something doesn't look right about you?"

A disciple of Qingxu Guan asked.

Jingtian nodded and said nothing.

He looked at the battlefield debris in the distance that had not been cleaned up in time, and felt the insignificance and humbleness of human beings. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

He is Qingxu Guan. The sixteenth generation sect master of Xuguan is so young. This is an honor that has never been seen in the history of Qingxuguan.

And this honor was achieved by his own efforts and hard work.

I think when he first came to this world, Desperate to fight for glory.

He has set traps for others and been used by the senior leaders of the sect. As his strength increases step by step, his own life is slowly in his own hands.

"But this is too fake. How come it only takes me a few years to cultivate to this point? This world is really in chaos."

"I haven't trained hard in the past few years, let alone practiced hard, so why have so many opportunities come to me?"

"Heaven! How exactly do you want to play with me?"

"Why am I always in danger? Someone will come to save you"

"Why did fate choose me? I'm just an ordinary person."

Jingtian kept shouting in his heart, wanting to vent it out, but everything could only turn into shouts and roars in his heart.

Wang Yunwei on the side seemed to have noticed something. She was connected to Jingtian's destiny. Some emotions can also be detected.

Seeing that Jingtian was in a bad mood at this time, he couldn't help but worry in his heart.

Jingtian didn't know that in his sea of ​​consciousness, something was brewing with an extremely powerful will.

Jingtian asked everyone to step back. , returned to the house to rest alone.

There was no words all night.

The next morning, the sun rose, and a ray of golden sunlight fell through the window into the room, making the whole room full of light.

The man on the bed opened his eyes, The eyes are a little hazy, but they are shining brightly.

This is an extremely handsome face, with exquisite features and sharp edges, arrogance exuding between the eyebrows, full lips, a straight bridge of the nose, and a pair of large and deep black eyes, which seem to contain With endless memories.

In the dream, he thought about a lot of things, and also understood why products like monks exist.

The road to immortality is a road of no return.

What they have to take is a difficult road of no return.

The road to immortality, It is a road of no return!

This road is destined to lead to many lives.

After Jingtian woke up and saw the familiar scenery, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to recuperate his body.

This The injury he suffered this time was not serious, it was just a backlash.

This backlash was not life-threatening, but his body was much weaker, and it would take a period of rest and cultivation before he could recover as before.

Qingxu Guan , Sedum's residence.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed.

"Could it be that it was God who sent me here?"