Others formed nine thunder tribulations, and he attracted eighty-one world-destroying heavenly punishments. He felt so comfortable that he shouted: "The strength is just right, come again!" The ancestor next door was frightened and fainted on the spot: "Quick! Tell this monster to harm other sects!" Yun Che, the "unremarkable" senior brother of Xuanxu Temple, was so talented that it was unreasonable, and his brain circuit was outrageous. At the Immortal Gate Conference, he seriously asked the genius of the Yuqing Sect: "Can the key to the secret realm be paid on credit?" Before he finished speaking, the man had already run away with the secret realm door on his shoulders: "Thank you, I will pay you back later!" In the dangerous situation of the Demon Realm, he commented on the Demon Lord's formation: "The arrangement is not right." The Demon Lord vomited blood: "Do you know the formation?" He shook his head: "I don't understand, but I can dismantle it directly." He also stewed a pot of tonic soup with the evil energy of the earth veins, and awakened the ancient bloodline of the little girl he picked up. Master Xuan Xuzi was frightened every day and warned him: "Disciple! Keep a low profile! Pretend to be weak! Just say that you only struck three thunderbolts with your pill formation! Good luck!" Yun Che nodded in agreement, turned around and flattened the hilltop next door to use as a martial arts training ground. His talent is invincible and his practice is unimpeded. From a young age to a mature age, he never plays by the rules. A hundred years later, when he carried the entire dilapidated sect and ascended to the immortal world, his master screamed: "The mountain-protecting formation is about to collapse!" Yun Che smiled naively: "It's okay, I'll hold it up."
