"I just woke up and my memory has not been fully restored, but I know a little about the fairy world. You are not the first master of Xuanyuan Sword, and I seem to have been to the fairy world."

"Who was the previous owner?"

"I forgot, I seemed to have been forcibly erased from my memory."

So domineering?

"Ask you something, I hope you will answer truthfully."

"You know everything and say everything. If you understand, you will definitely answer your question." Jian Ling said sincerely.

"How should I go back to Earth?" Chen Bufan was unwilling to give up and was unwilling to give up.

Anyway, I just want to leave.

"Since you have come to the fairy world, it will be difficult to leave unless your cultivation has reached the level of the Immortal Saint, or even the Immortal Emperor."

“!!!”

It is exactly the same as Tienniu's answer, without any difference.

This is done.

It was completely confirmed that there was no fantasy at all.

There is no special way, only one.

Dear fucking cup.

Chen Bufan was in a state of dismay, and then suddenly asked, "How long has it been taken to reach the level of the Immortal Saint?"

"Three hundred years."

"Boom!" A thunder sounded in Chen Bufan's mind, stunned.

this……

Three hundred years?

It takes three hundred years!

"It's actually a short time for three hundred years. The talent of the Sword Master is extremely high and he works very hard, so he uses so short time."

"For a few hundred years, it is already a huge speed for immortal cultivators."

It was cold, Chen Bufan felt completely cold, and there was no hope.

Three hundred years and several generations have passed.

Wouldn't you be unable to see them again?

"Haha!" Although Chen Bufan was laughing, he felt very distressed.

It's completely opposite to the expression.

"As the master of the sword, I will give you everything I should give. What level I can reach in the future depends on yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Bufan had a lot of things in his mind.

Practice skills, the nine styles of Xuanyuan Holy Sword, including some special secrets of Xuanyuan Sword.

In fact, the nine styles of Xuanyuan Holy Sword are the most powerful sword moves of Xuanyuan Sword and the ultimate version.

The previous ones were all basic versions, weak and simple.

But Chen Bufan was not interested, nor was he interested, and was always immersed in loss.

He doesn't need these things.

Neither want it.

Just want to go back.

You can tell what three hundred years represent.

It represents separation from life and death. Once you part, you will never be able to see yourself in your lifetime.

It means that I am a person who is dead on earth.

They could not meet themselves until the moment they closed their eyes and entered the underworld.

How many regrets are there in my heart.

There are so many wives, everyone is sincere and loyal, and they will be innumerable debts.

Chen Bufan's mind was muddy. He didn't know what the sword spirit said, and he didn't care.

He wanted to escape, but did not want to face such a cruel fact.

Sleepy!

sleepy!

I sleep until the end of the world, and the sea will be ruined, and I will never wake up.

I just hope this is a dream, a cruel and unrealistic dream.

Maybe when they wake up, the girls chatter and chatting around them.

There are so many friendly names for junior brothers, Xiaofan, husband, crosstalk brothers.

But Chen Bufan wanted to sleep, but he couldn't.

It seems that I am all against myself, forcing me to face the reality that has become a reality.

In the next two days, Chen Bufan was lying on his back and laying down completely.

I don’t think about anything, just like a wooden man, my brain is down and I do nothing except breathing.

Iron ox doesn’t drink medicine after cooking, and he talks indifferently, as if he has lost his soul.

During these two days, Chen Bufan's injuries have recovered a lot and he can get out of bed and walk around.

But he didn't want to, just liked to lie down.

More waste than his waste.

It seems to be on the verge of becoming a useless person.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" Tie Niu asked worriedly while sitting beside the bed.

He saw Chen Bufan's situation. Although he didn't know what happened, how it suddenly became like this, but he was kind-hearted and didn't want Chen Bufan to have something to do.

So today I took time to prepare for an in-depth chat.

"Oh, I've applied for the mail job for you. It's time to prepare for work in three days."

Chen Bufan looked at the roof with his eyes blankly, not blinking, like a living dead person.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"I understand." Chen Bufan pursed his lips.

"Brother Bufan, tell me what your situation is. Maybe I can solve it for you? If you don't help, I will give you an idea and refer to it."

"I want to die."

"Neuropathy."

"Yeah!" Chen Bufan actually nodded, not much better than a fool.

"I feel disappointed when you look like this. If I had known this, I wouldn't have saved you." Tieniu said angrily.

"What does a big man look like if he is dead? Solving problems with problems and solving problems with problems is the positive attitude he should have."

"Who are you showing this?"

"You are more disgusting than a woman."

woman:???

"What can you change when you are lying like this!"

"Things with a glimmer of hope, being so neglected by you will become impossible."

"You must know that there is no absolute in the world, and there is no absolute thing, and there may be a turning point."

"Turning decay into magic is not just empty talk."

"Just like me, even though I know that the immortal roots are shallow and I have no hope of becoming that kind of strong man in my life, but I never give up and insist on practicing every night."

"It's serious and realistic, but how can you give up in your heart?"

"Have you ever belittled yourself?"

"Even if I make a little progress, it will be a progress. As long as I persevere, I believe that I will always realize my dream."

"A person as stupid as me understands the truth, why don't you understand?"

"People cannot be decadent. Once you think you are not good, then who can help you? How can miracles be lucky to fall on you?"

"Don't even dream."

Chen Bufan murmured, "Miracle? Will there be a miracle?"

"Yes! Sure, it will! Miracles are created by people and are broken again and again. Every break can be called a miracle." Tien Niu was determined.

"All miracles were broken?" There seemed to be a light in Chen Bufan's eyes.

"Yes! Miracles are used to break!"

"Yes, what you said makes sense. Why do I have to use it for three hundred years if others use it for three hundred years? Can't it be for thirty years?"

"Maybe ten years?"

"Although it's very difficult, and it hasn't happened in ancient times, but they can't, why does it mean they can't do it either?"

"Who stipulated? They are them, I am me, unique, and there is only one in the world."

"I am just myself, and no one can represent it. I am not them, nor are I the Sword Master in his ten years. Will I be the same as him for three hundred years?" Chen Bufan said to himself like a devil's madman.
Chapter completed!