Yuan Duxiu sat on the ground, and Qi Cang stood quietly not far away.

"Ahem."

On the shore of Linquan Lake, the knife-maker coughed lightly, interrupting Yuan Duxiu's words, and a strange look appeared on his increasingly old face:

"It's really a shared fortune and a connection between fate..."

Looking at the two people sitting and standing, even though the knife-makers were knowledgeable, it was a bit incredible.

"Everything is born with a certain number, and there are still people who are in the same energy and have heard of it. It can share the fate. This is the first time I have seen it..."

The knife-maker muttered to himself, constantly looking at the two of them.

Yuan Duxiu said it very much, and Qi Cang did not hide his miserable experiences over the years. Naturally, he lets him taste something.

With shared luck and connected fate, one person will never bear all the consequences, and he will almost die and survive again and again.

Another one is full of luck, Lingbao recognizes his master, transforms his qualifications, and makes breakthroughs one after another...

This is not a coincidence.

"Senior, can you have the means to get my complete fate back?"

Yuan Duxiu asked.

"If you two say nothing, then the fate that you two share should be a hundred defeats and a thousand victory..."

A light shone in the dark eyes of the knife-maker: "This is the fate in the legend. In the past 30 million years, there are many people who have had this fate..."

Only with a hundred defeats will there be a thousand victories!

The man who credited the knife did not hide it, and he recorded everything he knew in the future.

Yuan Duxiu listened, his expression was a little subtle, and Qi Cang's face was as bad as the bottom of a pot.

"Future is the vein of the universe, and fate is the node of heaven and earth. Everything is the way of heaven! Those who have a life of defeat will definitely encounter enemies that they will never win.

Wansheng, on the other hand, will never encounter an enemy that you cannot defeat, at least, you will not encounter an enemy that you must not defeat...

Xiaoyou Yuan has two fates but has the opportunity to divide. Then, the more he loses this person, the greater your gains will be."

The man with a knife credit looked very subtle and ignored Qi Cang, who looked as if he was too blue, and Xiang Yuan Duxiu suggested:

"Since that's the case, why get the fate of his partner who is destined to be robbed?"

"This old demon!"

Qi Cang felt that the root of his teeth was itchy.

Yuan Duxiu did not hesitate, but just shook his head and had a firm attitude: "Even if it is a disaster, it is my disaster."

"I am well aware of fate and principles, but my two masters have high cultivation, so I can't shake their fate."

Seeing that he was determined, the man who credited the knife did not persuade him much, and pointed at Dongfang: "If my friend really wants to take back his fate, perhaps only one person in Dongzhou can do it..."

"King Yuanyang?!"

Qi Cang was shocked and suddenly felt the deep malice from the world.

He knew that the Yuanyang King was located would be a place where the wind and clouds gathered, and it was extremely dangerous, so he didn't want to go there at all.

But he wanted to escape again and again, but he was dragged into it again and again.

Is this really a coincidence?

.........

Dashi Mountain is endless, its mountains are extremely majestic, and there are few that can be compared in Dongzhou.

After the changes of heaven, the three holy lands fell from the altar, no longer had the transcendence of the past, but their foundation was still strong and no one dared to underestimate them. Especially Dashi Mountain, which is ranked alongside the Tianding Kingdom and became the two "forbidden areas" in Dongzhou.

The storm has changed over the past thousand years, and the strong have emerged one after another. The two holy places of Li Tian and Ming Yue have had enemies, but no one dared to invade Dashi Mountain.

Huh ~

At this time, Lingdong had just arrived, and heavy snow was everywhere outside Dashi Mountain, and the biting cold wind blew across the ground, causing waves of grass waves.

This is the spiritual field of the Holy Land of Dashi, which is evergreen and undefeated, every month, every year.

Feng Xingli stood in front of the spiritual field with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains from afar, but there was no trace of turmoil in his heart.

Thousands of years ago, I retreated from then on.

This time, let’s start from now on, and walk another path that has never been taken a thousand years ago!

Huh ~

As the mind turns, the wind is strong and the snow is rolling, and the bleaching sky is like a sharp drop in the middle of winter.

The surging blood qi pushed a long roar to the sky:
Chapter completed!