The young genius Jiang Haichuan, when he was one hundred and thirty years old, hit the sun with a sword and became the number one in the Qingtian Ranking. At this time, Yan Yangzhuo, who was only four years old, said: Brother Haichuan is great!
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Things have changed over the past century, and another Qingtian Trial has begun.
Over time, the kid who used to run behind him grew into a high-spirited young man.
The young man who won the first place looked up high and said in a cold voice: "Disciple Yan Yangzhuo wants to become Elder Jiang's teacher."
Jiang Haichuan, who was sitting on the judges' bench:...? I?
From then on, the originally cold Zhai Luoshan said every day: Master, Master, this disciple has learned another move today!
Master, Master, look, look, this is the snowman I made for Master!
Master, Master...
Jiang Haichuan:...? Give me back my cold, aloof disciple! ! !
Intention: a life of cultivating immortals with all the excitement