"yes!"

Looking at Kunlun's simple and expectant face, Zhou Xuanji smiled even more gently.

He patted Kunlun on the back of his head and cursed: "Why don't you go and practice swords!"

Kunlun smiled and immediately stood up and left.

Zhou Xuanji did not continue to be sentimental and soon became involved in cultivation.

No matter what time it is now.

Being stronger is his goal!

His time is not here.

After hundreds of years, Zhou Xuanji regained the state of Shenwu.

With the help of God's statelessness, he began to shuttle freely.

He visited all kinds of worlds and enjoyed the feeling of freedom of heaven and earth.

comfortable!

During the shuttle, he found that every world is different, both big and small, and the same is true for human tribes. Not all human races in the world are children.

The only similar thing is that the human race of each individual tribe will not grow and change.

"It seems that the human race here is still missing something."

Zhou Xuanji walked in the clouds, murmuring softly.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him, slapped him with a palm, and was extremely fast.

Zhou Xuanji's eyes narrowed, and the powerful sword appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking the palm with the blade.

A bang!

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and the impact force visible to the naked eye raged to all directions.

Zhou Xuanji looked closely and saw the first master standing in front of him.

"You're already so strong?"

The Master of Shi said coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Zhou Xuanji asked, "Do you want to kill me?"

He was not angry, but was just a little confused.

The first master raised his right hand and a silver sword appeared out of thin air. He stared at Zhou Xuanji and said, "The sword art is supreme, why do you teach it to mortals?"

Just for this?

Zhou Xuanji found it funny and explained: "It's not the case. In fact, the truth is in the hearts of the people, it's OK."
Chapter completed!