"call."

Chen Yi sat up from the bed and rubbed his brows helplessly.

"Become a golden elixir by killing mortals...the gap is too big." Just as he was about to take a bath to get used to it, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, and a text message popped up. The sender was Ning Yuan:

[Senior Chen, did you have a daughter in your previous life? 】

daughter?

Beihuang?

Beihuang is also resurrected?

Chen Yi was shocked and quickly edited the text message and sent it:

[She is the adopted daughter. She has awakened from her past life? Where is she? 】

Wait for a moment.

Chen Yi received a top-secret file and learned from it that Beihuang had awakened the memory of his previous life long ago and was currently in the tomb of his first life in Zhijiang.

[Chen Yi: Wait a minute, how do you know she is my daughter? 】

[Ning Yuan: She said it herself. 】

【Chen Yi:Huh?】

[Ning Yuan: Well...]

[Chen Yi:? If you have anything to say, just say it. 】

[Ning Yuan: She kills people in the street.]

[Senior, do you know that the third commander will fall into a dream? The third commander secretly contacted her, I don’t know what we talked about, and then asked me to suppress the matter first. ]

【But it’s very tricky, public opinion.】

[There are serious differences at the top. One side wants to kill people to pay for their lives, while the other side is in the same faction as the Third Commander. The two sides are arguing non-stop, arguing every day, do you understand? 】

Chen Yi probably understood.

Beihuang killed people in the street, and the incident was a bit big and difficult to end. Ning Yuan's intention was that he hoped that he would wait until the incident subsided before meeting Beihuang, so as not to implicate himself.

The identity of the demon Taoist Chen Changsheng itself is a bit troublesome.

"Beihuang is arrogant by nature and disdains fighting. Although she regards human life as nothing, it is just because she is a demon and is not of the same species as humans. She will not kill people without reason."

"There must be other reasons, and I have to ask her face to face."

"If that person died innocently, it would be good to clarify the whole incident. If it is really Beihuang's fault, then it will only be exposed... Oh, this little troublemaker."

Two thousand years ago, Beihuang often caused trouble for him and gave him a lot of headaches. Fortunately, this life is a special era and many rules have changed.

The law does not apply to the venerable ones.

Unless it causes an uproar and the whole city is in turmoil.

Generally, a gentle policy is adopted when dealing with reincarnated people: after all, reincarnated people are dominated by memories of their previous lives, but they are not as easy to talk to as awakened people who are dominated by memories of this life.

Open the live broadcast room.

The black-clad guard's dungeon couldn't trap a Phoenix, so Li Qingjun had no intention of placing Beihuang under house arrest: Anyway, she was going to the ruins, and with Zhao Zijing watching over her, there would be no trouble.

Chen Yi searched for Bei Huang in the live broadcast room, but found nothing.

"Hey, haven't you arrived yet?"

On the contrary, I saw a lot of barrages discussing the relationship between Beihuang and his second life.

"Have you heard? Chen Changsheng's daughter has also been reincarnated."

"Chen Changsheng? That demon from two thousand years ago? He also has a daughter?"

"I heard that her daughter is a phoenix and she is very beautiful."

"Damn it, is there really a phoenix in the world? I thought it was artificially invented... Can't you record a screen and save it as a souvenir later?"

"By the way, since she is that Chen Changsheng's daughter, why did she come to the world's number one ruins instead of looking for her father after she was reborn? What is their relationship?"

"Compared with this, I'm more curious about the relationship between Number One Under Heaven and Chen Changsheng."

"Both have the surname Chen, could it be that... they are father and son?"

"6."

"It's a pity that you don't have the imagination to write novels... I think you are a master and a disciple."

"How can a master and a disciple have the same surname?"

"Can't people be adopted? Isn't that what novels say?"

"It is more likely to be father and son. You see, they are both so strong and they are both number one in the world in their own time. What is this called? This is called a tiger father but no dog son..."

“…”

If they were to know that the demon Chen Changsheng from two thousand years ago and the number one in the world from a thousand years ago were actually the same person, they would probably be shocked on the spot, right?

Watching the barrage in the live broadcast room, Chen Yi thought with amusement.

Regardless of the reputation, strength and other factors of the two, just the fact that one person personally witnessed the rise and fall of the two eras is enough to shock the world.

Not to mention that both sides have countless believers in their own era...haven't you seen that the Internet is already quarreling over the question of "who is more powerful?"

"How about... try it?"

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Chen Yi continued to watch the live broadcast.

Beihuang and Mu Zichen arrived at the ninth floor of the ruins, but were blocked by a sword light: "Stop anyone who comes, there is an owner here, and no one but the owner can enter."

The speaker is Yan Chixia.

He carries the Xuanyuan Sword on his back, his brows are filled with sword light, and his eyes are as sharp and cold as stars.

Mu Zichen timidly hid behind Beihuang, grabbing the corner of her clothes, and seemed to be frightened: She had heard the story of Yan Chixia before: the name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

The second best person in the world a thousand years ago...

Tsk.

Beihuang was expressionless:

"Who are you?"

Although she was only building a foundation for the time being, which was a whole level lower than Yan Chixia at the Golden Core Stage, she was not afraid at all: Phoenix's arrogance was engraved in her bones.

No one can make her bow her head.

"Yan Chixia."

After reporting yourself to your home.

Yan Chixia held her sword and said, "You are Beihuang, right? This place is the tomb of Yan's old friend. No one is allowed to enter until the owner of the tomb arrives. I hope you will forgive me."

Beihuang's expression showed no emotion or anger, and outsiders could not figure out what she was thinking:

"Yan Chixia...are you a human? Sword cultivator?"

"yes."

"What you are holding is the Xuanyuan Sword?"

"yes."

"Weird."

Beihuang frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword in Yan Chixia's hand unexpectedly fell out of the scabbard uncontrollably and lay horizontally in front of her: "How come this sword is in your hand?"

???

Yan Chixia was stunned and looked at Beihuang in disbelief: "Xuanyuan is my human race's destiny sword, why can you, a demon clan, seize it? Who are you?"

"The Human Race's Sword of Destiny?"

Beihuang glanced at Yan Chixia strangely: "This sword was forged by my father. It was the sword of Gu's king two thousand years ago. It symbolizes Gu's authority. What does it have to do with the destiny of the human race?"

"Isn't this the legendary sword of Emperor Xuanyuan?"

"You don't seem to have woken up...How can you get such a treasure with just one golden elixir?"

“…”

"Speaking of which, this sword was buried with me on the top of Beishan Mountain. It is not from my Beishan Mountain lineage. Anyone who enters the mountain will die. Where did you, a member of the human race, get this sword?"

Yan Chixia was stunned:

"The Xuanyuan Sword was given by Master Yan. He has indeed practiced hard in a certain fairy mountain for more than a hundred years. As for whether it is the Beishan you mentioned, Yan is not sure."

"Why did another master pop up?"

Beihuang was speechless in his heart, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked instead: "Let me ask you, your master taught you the way of swordsmanship, but in the name of Nichen?"

"No."

"My mentor taught me the Yin Yang Sword Technique."

Yan Chixia shook her head, and before Beihuang could relax a little, he added: "But I know the Nichen swordsmanship you mentioned, and my junior brother is practicing it."

"And listen to my brother's meaning."
Chapter completed!