"It's a blessing to fail to pass the tribulation and not fall... Are you surprised by such an end?"

Xu Wen endured the pain and questioned the man in front of him. This guy who called himself Ayan seemed not his enemy at the moment.

Originally, Xu Wen had made the worst plan, that is, Liuli and Ling Shuang had fallen or betrayed, otherwise this guy would not know where he was.

However, the cultivators have always regarded strength as their respect. Even if Xu Wen and this guy were friends before the failure to overcome the tribulation, they might have been afraid of because of the gap in strength, and the current situation is not the same.

"So...you are now..."

The red-haired man still didn't give up, "Don't you remember me? I'm Ayan, Yanmoro, your best friend in five thousand years."

"Yan, Yan Moro?"

"What, you remember?" Yan Moro was overjoyed.

“Um…”

Xu Wen paused and said, "A little bit, I have some impressions-"

Xu Wen’s impression of Yan Moro was limited to Xue Ji’s reminder—some Mahayana cultivators in the Qianyuan Realm are still active, namely the Xuantian Emperor of Xuantian Gate, Yan Moro, the patriarch of the ancient Yan clan, and Jiuyou Xingji from the Demonic Way, and Yan Moro is one of them.

Why... am I very familiar with this guy?

Seeing that Xu Wen still had an impression of himself, Yan Moluo looked very happy, "I'll just say it! Ah Wen, you boy... We have lived a life-long friendship for thousands of years, so why do you forget me if you forget it!"

Yan Moro slapped Xu Wen's back vigorously, and Xu Wen vomited blood one after another when he was photographed.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry! I forgot that you are a weak chicken in the foundation-building stage now, I'll take a closer look at you."

"No, you'd better not touch me..."

Xu Wen took out a few top-quality elixirs from Qiankun bag and took breathing. Yan Moro began to visit Xu Wen's cave. After walking around, he smacked his lips and said, "Ah Wen, your 'Qingkong Realm' is really much smaller than before..."

"'Qingkong Realm'...is this the name of this magical power?" After the breathing adjustment, Xu Wen was slightly cured.

"Tsk tsk...have you even forgotten this!"

Yan Moro sighed, "It seems that you really don't remember many things... I remember that back then, we practiced here day and night just to deal with the monks who came to chase after the demon sect..."

"You can reminisce about the past slowly... Can you let me finish what I have on hand first?"

"What? You actually have something more important than me in such a thin spiritual energy?"

Yan Moro seemed to be very wronged, but Xu Wen only felt it outrageous.

"Although my memory is vague now, I think you shouldn't be that important in my heart..."

"It seems that you have really forgotten everything... I will never forget the scene when you first met me in the forbidden area of ​​the Flame Clan. I was so weak at that time, but when I saw you taking risks with your body and getting the flamed Ganoderma lucidum even in the body, I deeply realized that this is what an immortal cultivator should look like!"

"Wait! Are you the guy who helped me detach the fire poison? Puff——hehe——”

"Okay! Very good! You really didn't forget that thing!"

Yan Moro said that he was about to go forward and hug Xu Wen, but Xu Wen refused to stop him.

Xu Wen hurriedly came out of the cave. At this time, Xia Qing was just calling and anxiously searching for Xu Wen's traces. As soon as Xu Wen came out, Xia Qing came forward, "It's true, I'll go to the cave to do it at this time-"

Xia Qing saw the chest injury that Xu Wen was trying to cover. Although it had gradually healed under the action of the elixir, it really scared Xia Qing.

"How did this happen-"

Xia Qing stepped forward to check Xu Wen's injuries, and at the same time, a strange red-haired man appeared behind Xu Wen.

"Tsk...Who is this woman? She seems to be in the foundation-building stage, so she is weak."

"Did you hurt Xu Wen?"

While supporting Xu Wen, Xia Qing glared at Yan Moluo. Although the pressure from Yan Moluo made her realize that the other party was not a good guy to mess with, she did not whisper to him either. This made Xu Wen feel inexplicably proud.

The leader of the Yan clan, who has always been admired by thousands of people, has never been taught a lesson like this by a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator. At that moment, he was just a little stunned, and then replied, "I...I am just gesturing with A Wen--"

"Is there anyone who gestures like this? I hurt Xu Wen so much..."

While Xia Qing was angry, she performed Yingchun Gong on Xu Wen for treatment. She saw a pink spot of light appearing in the palm of Xia Qing's palm, spreading on Xu Wen's chest. The scars on Xu Wen's chest were gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Yan Moro was on the side and wanted to speak but stopped. Xu Wen comforted Xia Qing and said:

"Qingbao, go pick up Wantao. He is my old friend in Qianyuan Realm. I'll deal with it here."

"But, will he give you again-"

"It doesn't matter. If he was serious, I would have died long ago. He is a Mahayana monk who is as strong as my peak."

"Mahayana period!"

Xia Qing was really shocked by the strength of the man in front of her, "No, but there will be a limit on cultivation in the lower realm..."

"Even so, he has the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage."

"Well...I, I'll pick up Wantao as soon as possible." Xia Qing and Xu Wen whispered, "Do you want... to ask Xueji for help?"

"Hey! Woman! When will you talk to my Awen?"

"What's your A Wen... it's my A Wen!" Xia Qing said seriously, "Xu Wen is my lover!"

"Love...people?" Yan Moro tilted his head slightly, "What is that."

"That's...well, what Taoist couple means! You should know it!"

"Dao, Taoist partner?!" Yan Moro finally understood this time, but was also surprised to the extent that his chin fell. "We have not had a Taoist partner in five thousand years. Why did you get one when you reach the lower realm?"

How does it sound like a kind of... I feel like a friend who has gone out of singleness for the rest of his life, who is the dog?

Considering that it was not too early, Xia Qing could only pick up Wan Tao first, and Xu Wen stayed at home to deal with Yan Moro.

"By the way, Yan Moro, you came here from afar. I don't know what you are here for this time?"

"For why... by the way, of course I'm here to fight you!"

Yan Moro said seriously, "Yesterday was the day when we made an appointment for the 10,000th duel. We were late for the first time in five thousand years!"

"Ah... it's not impossible."

Xu Wen thought to himself how bored he was at the beginning, why did he fight this guy 10,000 times?

Yan Moro said and curled his lips again, "But you are too weak now. Even if I weaken so much cultivation, you are not the opponent of Yan Moro..."

“It’s true…”

"So I thought, I have to give Awen some motivation."

Yan Moro put his cheek on his back and thought for a while, "Let you leave a week to practice, let's showdown again in a week. If I lose, I will return to Yan Country to retire and prepare for the next showdown."

"Why is it so sudden?" Xu Wen frowned, "Is it okay?"

"Of course! But--" "If you don't compete with me, or if you are defeated by me, I will destroy you with this plane."

"Uh...ah?!"

"Are you...serious?"

Facing Xu Wen's shocked face, Yan Moro showed a contemptuous and somewhat crazy smile—

"A Wen, who can't even defeat me, is of course just a waste who is not qualified to exist in the world..."
Chapter completed!