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Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me Chapter 8:

Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me Chapter 8: Reluctant.

Xuanhua lowered his head and glanced at him, with a rare warmth in his eyes: "I'seen' my future apprentice will appear there, so I'm here... The first time I see you, I know you. Will become my only disciple."

The voice of his last sentence was very soft, so light that it was covered by the noise of the noisy wind just as he spoke, just like the truth under the heavy snow.

Lin Zhizhi nodded. Although the answer was a little bit ridiculous, he still believed it—the cultivator was not a mortal after all, and the techniques of the Tianyin Sect were said to be able to fortune the future. The Dao Venerable whose cultivation base has already transcended the realm can see an unknown piece of fragments, and come to it, which is also an acceptable explanation.

——Seeing that Lin Zhizhi no longer intends to continue to ask questions. After completing the "question and apprenticeship" session that he heard, Master Dao Zun was satisfied and did not want to waste time on the road. With a thought, the sword immediately accelerated countless times. Times the speed. Even if Sword Sect Luo Xian was tens of thousands of miles away from the Lin family, it was just a flick of a finger for him.

Luoxian Sword Sect has countless spiritual mountains, and the main peak is Huafeng Mountain, which has the most aura. A huge spirit sword was inserted horizontally in front of the sect-unlike the divine sword in the hearts of ordinary people, this sword was not perfect. It can even be said that it is the exact opposite of the word perfect. The sword body is scarred and broken, full of traces of the battle, but it is such a broken sword that makes all those who come to Luoxian Sword Sect respect.

Pay tribute to this sword about killing and guarding and this long-standing sect.

Because thousands of years ago, the magical way was prosperous, and the upper realm demon **** Canglun tore through the cracks in the space and descended on the world, opening a **** age that lasted for ten years.

The demon **** Cang Lun is a young casual repairer, handsome in appearance and powerful aura. He has a warm red dress and a blazing knife. His personality is domineering and arrogant. It is just the young and unwilling spring breeze. He is outstanding in talent but admires freedom. Although many sect predecessors value his talent and offer him invitations, he refuses them all, wandering between the world and the world alone, making friends with the world's heroes.

During that time, Canglun robbed all the brilliance of all contemporary geniuses, dazzling, no one could keep pace with them, attracting a crowd of men and women to admire them. As a result, when his wings were plump and his fangs were exposed, the entire cultivation world was in shock and turmoil.

The blazing sword of the most virgin and yang has turned into a vicious and vicious spirit-devouring knife. Under the blade, the spirits and souls are lost, and they will never be superlative.

Seeing the arrogant and arrogant leadership of Demon Cultivation in Canglun, which drew the souls of the cultivation world, the ancestors of Luoxian Sword Sect at the time stepped forward to unite the powers of the various factions, using their own destiny spirit sword as a matchmaker and their own lifelong spiritual power as a prayer. Inspiring the Thunder God to punish, and finally paid a great price, which prevented Canglun from rampant, after the millennium peace agreement was made.

Canglun’s hatred and silence disappeared without a trace in the world; all the powers of all factions were exhausted, and they fell one by one, leaving only the life spirit sword of the ancestor of Luoxian Jianzong, which was also scarred and nailed into the sect. The cruel battle that almost destroyed the world, reminds future generations to remember this battle and act cautiously, and it is even more difficult to forget the sigh of the ancestor before he died-he will return after a thousand years.