The World of Mortals Is Untouched by Clothes

"At that time, I was obviously just a piece of meat in the eyes of many animals in the wilderness." "It was she who transformed me from a piece of rotten flesh into a human being. She took me back to the Yunjian Sect, gave me the surname Yun, and prayed to the gods for my safety and success." "Whether it is the Red Lotus Society or various factions in the Jianghu, whoever blocks my path, I will use the Yun Ying Sword and Umbrella to break the storm and rescue my mother and brother. I, Yun Wuyi, am not only not a thing in the pond, but also not someone who can be bullied!" Fearing the boundless sea and wanting to control the wind, Mengyao's control turned cold. Destroy the day of longing for peace, and shed tears in search of control. She was only fourteen years old, so transparent, and Yan Wenyi felt that she shouldn't be like this, she should be willful and carefree. "I, Ye Yuntian, take the surname of my biological father, Ye, and regard my master as my heaven. Now that my master has passed away, at this moment, Yi'er is my heaven! If I hurt her even a little, I will pay for her life!" His eyes reflected the despair of dark clouds over the city. Just when the fire of life seemed to be blown out by the cruel world, it was Yun Youyi who stood in front of the wind. In the world of martial arts, who doesn't know the meaning of wandering in the clouds? His sword is as fast as lightning, and his figure is as erratic as the wind. Because He Ming Heart Sutra only ended up with "Heaven and Earth cannot accommodate this body, I am arrogant and have no guilt."