Two hundred years of ups and downs, many winds and winds have been blown away by the rain and wind, and it is like the big waves wash away the sand. In the end, it is inevitable that you will be alone.

Sun En shook the wine glass, and in the deep eyes, the first half of his magnificent life flowed by.

When he was young, in the Longque Gate, under the protection of his master Cao Zhan, he was carefree.

The Holy Son of the Six Prisons, Feng Qingxuan, killed the sect and slaughtered the sect, and set the Wanlong Peak on fire.

Falling off the cliff, grinding the nails on the mountain wall, smoothing the pain of the knuckles, the cliffs and cliffs, the desperate struggle under the smoke and poisonous fire

There is the old white-haired Taoist who came down from the sky and brought hope and new life, and there is the demon of the Six Prisons Demon Sect who roams the world.

There is sadness, there is joy, there is joy, there is sadness, there is indignation, there is pride

In the first half of his life, he repaid the teacher's favor, avenged his great revenge, eradicated the evil in the world, and established many deeds.

All of them gradually fell to the bottom in his shaking wine glass, and then, mixed in the wine and drank them all in one go.

"Avenue, do you need to walk alone in the end?"

Huhu~

The wind was blowing, and the sand filled the sky.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, electric snakes flickered, but no raindrops fell to the ground.

Outside the Hanlong Inn, which is uncertain, many martial arts people waited quietly. Inside the Hanlong Inn, several guys looked at it from time to time.

Although I have experienced a lot, I still feel a little nervous and flustered when I see these martial arts people who are not easy to mess with at first sight.

"Pfft~"

In front of the gate of the inn, a plump young woman slapped sunflower seeds one after another, and glanced lazily at the martial arts practitioners outside the door.

He glanced at some of his buddies with contempt, "Quiet, you look like you are useless, and the master hasn't arrived yet, what are you afraid of?"

"Boss Lady"

A few guys smiled wryly, of course they can do martial arts, there are very few people in the world who can't do martial arts, but who are these people outside the inn?

Either a hero who runs rampant on one side, or a hero who sits on one side, or even a young chivalrous warrior, born in a sect.

Where can they be at peace?

"What kind of battle is this? I think back then when my great grandmother was there, it was Patriarch Wang Quan who held a banquet here, and it was so peaceful!"

The young lady boss spit out the skin of the melon seeds and her eyes were bright. "And chatting and laughing with Wang Quan Patriarch, Mozun, Killing Arhat, Wheel King and other unparalleled heroes"

"Madam, keep your voice down"

Feeling the glances from Qi Shushu, all the guys suddenly felt their scalps go numb.

They had heard these words hundreds of times.

"What are you afraid of?"

The young lady boss patted the armrest and wanted to say something stubbornly, but looking at the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, she felt a little guilty.

How did Grandma Tai manage to talk and laugh in front of Wang Quan's patriarch and the others?

"Brother Sun, is this going to play the role of Wang Quan?"

A chuckle came from the sky, and a figure was like a ghost, stepping out of the yellow sand in the sky, and suddenly it was hundreds of feet, and the air was raging.

Before arriving at the Hanlong Inn.

He was dressed in purple, and his figure was tall and straight. Although he was no longer young, his appearance was still unparalleled.

With a light sigh, with vicissitudes, he looked towards the third floor, wearing a gray long gown, with white temples, not like Sun En, who was a forward-looking man.

"How dare you!"

"The former Yanyang Seven Killing Ruler, Wuling City! He actually came too?"

Some martial arts people saw who it was and exclaimed.

Two hundred years is enough to make most people forget a lot of things, but there are also many people who have left traces in the world that are still remembered.

For example, the former Eight Great Soldiers.

However, Wang Quan Dao was too dazzling, and the supreme master Wang Quan Daoist was too dazzling, covering up the figures of others.

After the Eight Great Heavenly Humans and Divine Soldiers were merged into one furnace by Wang Quan and Daoists, the name Soldier Lord has completely become a thing of the past.

Instead, it is the Taoist Wangquan who has changed every hundred years and the seven sons of Wangquan.

But as the last generation of soldiers, Wulingcheng's reputation is not as good as that of Sun En, but there are still many people who remember it.

"Wu Lingcheng, I heard that you were defeated by Mu Qingliu, I thought you would not come this time."

Seeing the old man, Sun En's expression did not change, and his tone was very calm.

"Come on, come in."

"Brother Sun is not very sharp, but his spirit is even more prosperous."

Wulingcheng's expression remained unchanged, and with a sigh of admiration, he stepped upstairs, and the proprietress and the rest of the staff hurriedly followed to say hello.

The arrival of Wuling City seems to have broken a certain balance.

One after another tyrannical figures walked out of the yellow sand. There were hair-haired heads, Taoists in plain robes, generals in armor, monks in cassocks, handsome nuns, and heroes from all corners of the world with knives and swords.

"Zen Master Suyue, is she here too? I heard that she has long since stopped asking about world affairs."

"The current master of the Dragon Gate, Yan Qing, is here too!"

"Huangjue Temple, Master Kuchan"

Invisibly, outside the Hanlong Inn, many people from all corners of the world who have come from far away have depression in their hearts.

For more than 200 years, Wang Quan has been in charge of the world, and the world has changed a lot.

He spreads the world with spirit rice, spreads the law of kingship, and establishes order.

The real strong come out in large numbers.

Two hundred years later, the situation has changed, and the big waves have washed away the sand so far. Those who can come here are all outstanding.

And those who are qualified to enter the Hanlong Inn, the worst, are the masters who have cultivated into the infinite yin and yang, and can set foot in the ninth level of heaven and man in just one step!

There is even a top expert who has stepped into the ninth layer of heaven and man!

"Old, old"

With a sigh, a white-haired old man walked out of the crowd with a light cough and walked towards the Hanlong Inn.

"Senior, the inn is full of sword intent, don't enter without permission!" Someone shouted when he saw that he was about to break through the door.

The people in the rivers and lakes do not like to abide by the rules the most, so they can stay silent and dare not take a step forward.

Although there is no killing intent, those who have never reunited Yin and Yang cannot step into it at all.

However, the old man turned a deaf ear, and still walked towards the Hanlong Inn in a hurry.

"Wait, that old man"

Some people were startled, thinking hard, and finally remembered the identity of this old man: "He, he seems to be Fan Zimin!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this sentence, the white-haired old man stopped at his feet, looked back and glanced at the man who spoke up, not without praise.

"Young man has good eyesight."

"Uh."

The man was stunned for a moment, inexplicably a little guilty.

Fan Zimin ignored the others, walked into the Hanlong Inn, and set foot on the third floor step by step.

The Hanlong Inn has been renovated several times in the past two hundred years, but the style is the same as it was two hundred years ago, without much change.

Fan Zimin has been searching for his ancestors for many years. He has been to this Hanlong Inn many times, so he is naturally very familiar with it.

The third floor is not big, there are more than a dozen people at this time, but it seems a little crowded.

"Who are you, Senior Fan?"

Fan Zimin walked into the third floor and was immediately recognized, and many people immediately stood up and saluted.

Many people present knew Fan Zimin.

Although Fan Zimin did not appear in front of people very much, his works were widely circulated in the world. In any city, any restaurant, and teahouse, there were his disciples telling stories.

In a sense, he is also a patriarch.

"There are talented people in the country, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years. Only at this time did I understand the true meaning of the ancestor's words."

Looking at the dozen or so people present, Fan Zimin felt emotional.

Although the former Eight Great Soldiers did not have the gods and gods, the years with the blessings of gods and gods were enough to make them reborn.

But until now, there are only Wulingcheng, Sun En, and Mu Qingliu who are still active in the arena.

Young masters are emerging one after another, but everything seems to be changing except for Wang Quandao.

No one could have imagined that a grain of spiritual rice planted by the patriarch would make such an earth-shaking change in the martial arts world.

"Brother Fan, stay safe."

Sun En, who never got up when everyone came, got up at this time and came to Fan Zimin with wine.

"But it's been a long time since I went up to Wangquan Mountain to meet the brothers and sisters for a while, and I never saw the brothers. Today is indeed a good day."

Fan Zimin served Wang Quan as a teacher, while Sun En considered himself to be half of Wang Quan, but the two have always been called brothers and sisters.

"Junior brother has changed a lot over the years."

Fan Zimin took the wine and drank it with Sun En, feeling a little bit later.

Two hundred years have changed, and those who have passed will eventually be eliminated. Sun En has gone against the current and has the power to set foot in the gate of heaven. He knows the hardships in his heart.

"Senior brother, sometimes there is a way back, and it is a good thing to not see it. If there is retreat, there is no progress. You should know this principle."

Sun En stared at Fan Zimin with deep meaning in his words.

He naturally knew what An Qisheng left behind, but that, although it can make people live in the world, it is not what he wants.

He even thought that it was the worst thing left by Grandpa An.

"Everyone has their own aspirations."

Fan Zimin shook his head and said no more.

"Ugh!"

Sun En sighed in his heart, but he didn't say much. He just took a step forward, raised his hand, squeezed his breath into a cup, and attracted fine wine.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of glasses of wine flew to everyone present

"Everyone here today, Sun is so glorious, please drink this cup full."

Everyone took their drinks.

"Sun Daxia is very polite, how can I not come to such a grand event?"

A Taoist laughed and drank it all.

The same goes for others.

Wangquan has been teaching the Dharma for two hundred years, and the unique learning may be in Wangquan, but its essence has long been spread all over the world.

He is not afraid of poisoning at all, and Sun En's person ~lightnovelpub.net~ has acted brightly and upright all his life.

Not poisoned at all.

"good!"

Everyone drank it.

Hearing Sun En speak again, his tone was clanging like a sword, "It's a pity that some people dare not come, for fear of being a ghost of Sun,

stepping stone,

pity,

It's a pity, a pity"

Three in a row unfortunately echoed.

The drink entered the stomach, the glass fell to the ground, and a crisp sound was made.

Sun En has already stepped into the sky, and his body has turned into a streamer, like burning, like a rainbow, and disappeared directly into the sky.

"It's a long way to Tianmen, everyone has a fate, see you next year, Sun will definitely have a drink with you!"