In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

When Liu Yongshou heard Xie Youqian's sneer in his mind, he immediately turned into the anxious King.

"If you have money, Bai Wu is just Bai Wu, how come he has become a legend?"

"You do not understand."

Xie Youqian just said it lightly, with memories of the past in his voice.

"Gaia!"

Liu Yongshou shouted angrily.

The Riddler really deserves to die!

His movement attracted the attention of other people in the teaching office, and they all turned their heads to look at him who was furious.

"what happened?"

A humanoid who was familiar with him asked.

"Xie Youqian knows who the revived cultivator is inside Bai Wu, but he won't tell you."

Liu Yongshou said bitterly.

"Xie Youqian knows?"

The faces of all the monks were grim, and a look of suspicion flashed across their faces.

The cultivator Xie Youqian was mysterious and his background was unknown. He claimed that he had lived for four or five hundred years, so it was normal that they had never heard of his name.

When asked about his teacher, he just kept silent.

All the cultivators present here have a clear foundation. Even the independent cultivators were well-known great cultivators at that time.

It's really suspicious that Xie is rich.

However, he did not refuse to teach her sword techniques, and his teaching was very reasonable and no worse than any of theirs.

At this time, Ouyang Xijian, with an uncertain expression, bowed to Liu Yongshou, with a hint of seeking knowledge:

"Please ask the wealthy Taoist friend to help us solve our doubts."

The other monks also bowed one by one.

There was no way. Bai Wu's sword intent was truly shocking. They couldn't sleep until they figured out who was inside him.

Several leaders of the monastic academy were a little confused as they watched the situation develop.

How come Bai Wu turned out to be a resurrected monk?

Could it be that there is a cultivator who has already revived inside the white mist?

This may explain why the white fog rose so suddenly.

Several people seemed to be thinking about something.

A man walked out of the office and made a phone call.

In Liu Yongshou's eye sockets, his eyeballs moved to both sides. This was a symbolic action when Xie Youqian was in control of the body.

He looked at the people who were eager to learn, with a half-smile on his face:

"Inside Bai Wu's body, there must be Bai Wu. Who else could it be?"

Your Majesty, he is playing tricks on you.

Several monks glared at Xie Youqian.

You are talking nonsense here.

Seeing the expressions of several people, Xie Youqian snorted in his heart. He was about to explain it directly, but he saw Ouyang Xijian trembled and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

He stared at Xie Youqian closely:

"Fellow Daoist Youqian, the Bai Wu you are talking about is the Venerable Bai Wu from three hundred years ago?"

"Finally, there is someone who understands. I feel so sorry for you people... You can even forget about Venerable Baiwu.

If it weren’t for the fact that Venerable Bai Wu first killed 3,300 demons in the Western Territory, and then killed thousands of demons in the Great Lake, and returned with the corpse of the Red Dragon, I’m afraid the human race would have been destroyed by the demons long ago.”

Xie Youqian said slowly, then turned around and sat on the chair, leaving everyone to daydream.

No one noticed that his legs were trembling slightly under his seat.

I have control over my body, but I can't control my emotions.

He needs to take it slow.

Damn it, even after hundreds of years, Bai Wu’s sword is still so sharp, it’s really scary.

"That's it, that's it!"

Ouyang Xijian's eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"If it's Venerable Bai Wu, then it makes sense."

Apart from Venerable Bai Wu, who else in the world has such sword intent!

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, is the person inside this white mist really the legendary Venerable White Mist?!"

The window paper was punctured and everyone reacted.

In the teaching office, the breathing of the monks also quickened.

They and Bai Wu are in a different era, so it is normal that they cannot recognize Bai Wu's sword moves.

But the legend of Venerable Baiwu from three hundred years ago still exists!

A sword reaches the sky, and monsters fall like rain.

White fog, white fog. If that's the case, it makes sense.

"That should be correct."

"The one who revived inside Bai Wu's body is Venerable Bai Wu!"

Ouyang Xijian looked at Bai Wu on the screen, who was eating the fruit brought to him by the bare-legged administrative lady in the classroom, with a burning gaze.

For sword cultivators, three hundred years ago, perhaps no one in the cultivation world could convince them.

But since then, a mountain called "White Mist" has appeared in the hearts of all sword practitioners.

All the monks in the office were in a state of mental paralysis.

Reverend Bai Wu has also revived! ? ?

"Then let's go visit Venerable Baiwu now."

A monk said anxiously.

This is a monument in the human cultivation world!

No demon has died at his hands more than anyone else.

The sword-training techniques and many other sword-cultivation techniques that were passed down throughout the world were also widely spread after he gave a sermon on the mountain top that day, making him a semi-master of sword-cultivation in the world.

"No hurry, it won't be too late to go after Senior Bai Wu finishes his lecture."

Ouyang Xijian stopped the anxious monks.

"It is also true."

Several people nodded.

"I'm so damned good!"

At the edge of the office, Xiang Ping's face was full of regret.

He actually said that Bai Wu didn't know how to practice sword techniques?

You can't say such things even if you've drunk fake alcohol.

Many monks also looked uneasy.

They seemed to be one of the teams that disagreed with Bai Wu coming to teach sword techniques and questioned whether he knew Taoism.

If Senior Bai Wu were to investigate this.

In their current state, they are not strong enough to be cut by Senior Bai Wu's sword.

Several people were anxiously looking for ways to remedy the situation.

Suddenly, one person set his sights on Xie Youqian, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"Thank you, Senior Youqian. You can recognize Senior Baiwu. You must be a genius from the same era as Venerable Baiwu. Please say a few good words to Venerable Baiwu and don't mind the ignorance of us juniors."

With Bai Wu's identity confirmed, the other cultivators no longer had any doubts about Xie Youqian's identity.

This person must be a genius of the same generation as Venerable Baiwu.

"Cough cough."

After hearing this, Xie Youqian almost choked himself to death.

Let him go to Bai Wu to plead for mercy? If his identity is exposed, he will be killed on the spot with a sword.

He immediately shook his head like a fan and refused again and again:

"I can not do anything."

After thinking for a while, he comforted her:

"I believe Bai Wu is not such a stingy person. There is no need to worry too much."

Seeing that Xie Youqian was unwilling to help, several cultivators felt a little helpless and could only pray in their hearts that Senior Bai Wu didn't care about these trivial matters.

Looking at the performance of the monks, several people in the monastic academy widened their eyes.

What kind of person is Venerable Baiwu? He could actually make these arrogant monks become so humble.

At this time, the man who had just gone out to make a phone call came in and said seriously:

"I asked Elder Liu Kangping, and he said that there is no awakened monk soul in Bai Wu's body, so the Venerable Bai Wu you are talking about is not Advisor Bai Wu."

The white mist is the flag of their Xia country and is a native supernatural being that grew up in their world.

If his rise had any trace of the existence of cultivators, it would be somewhat disgraceful for the Xia Kingdom.

As soon as these words were spoken, Xie Youqian, who was sitting in a chair to calm himself, was the first to become unable to sit still.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He witnessed with his own eyes that Bai Wu swung three swords at the red dragon. After three swords, the red dragon died!

And those three swords were engraved in his young mind and became his nightmare for a long time.