"So... just for reference."
Zhao Xinchuan: "I see!"
"It's true that it's not difficult for me to control a small object a few meters away, but using it against an enemy is a joke."
Hai Dafu: "It's a pity that Yi Tianxing hasn't said anything yet."
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"So that's how it is."
"As expected of an immortal cultivator, Daoist Master Wang hits the nail on the head the moment he opens his mouth."
Looking at the messages in the group, Lin Bin nodded slightly, feeling somewhat dazed.
"Controlling objects through the air is certainly not difficult for me now, but using it to hit someone is a thankless task. However, the Eight Sword Styles allows one to directly control eight swords, almost as if they were moving their arms, which greatly increases the combat power of the caster."
"This is the true art of controlling a sword, and this is also the preciousness and power of this sword-controlling method."
"So···"
"Yi Tianxing, where are you now, and what time point are you in?"
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“It’s so noisy!”
"Headache!"
the Hangover!
Yi Tianxing rubbed his brows, got up from his bed with an unhappy look on his face, and muttered, "Why are you so noisy? Who's here so early in the morning?!"
"Um?!"
Suddenly, he froze.
"No, this sound!!!"
He pricked up his ears and listened. It was clearly very quiet outside, with only the occasional bird calls, insect chirps, etc., and almost no sound of communication.
Then why in my own mind???
As soon as he thought about it, the chat group interface suddenly appeared in his mind.
"What the hell?!"
Yi Tianxing was startled, but then he calmed down: "Haha, who cares what the hell it is, as long as it doesn't delay my drinking."
He simply didn't bother to pay attention.
After being decadent for more than ten or twenty years, Yi Tianxing had long since become indifferent to everything. Every day, he numbed himself with alcohol.
But suddenly, I saw several @ messages in the interface, which were always highlighted.
From time to time, the phrase "Eight Famous Sword Styles" would appear in the chat interface.
“···”
This discovery made Yi Tianxing frown slightly and he became a little more sober.
"Eight famous sword styles?"
"You're trying to get the Eight Styles of the Famous Sword, so you got me into this damn thing?"
He looked carefully at everyone's profile pictures and IDs.
"The inheritor of national martial arts, Dongfang Bubai, Feng Yuxiu, Hai Dafu..."
"But why haven't I heard of any of these people? Are they fake names? Or are they the new stars that have emerged in the Central Plains martial arts world in recent years?"
Although Yi Tianxing has been decadent for many years and seems to care about nothing, it is certainly impossible for him to completely ignore his family.
“Who are you?!”
"What is this?"
"Why can I see you and others communicating?"
Three questions in a row.
There was a slight silence in the group.
Then, Chen Yu Niang took the initiative to act as the 'newcomer receptionist' and said, "Hehe, welcome, welcome, Brother Yi Tianxing, welcome to our martial arts chat group."
"We know you have a lot of questions for us, but you can read the must-read for newbies. After reading it, you will have a better understanding of our group."
"As for us, the group documents basically contain our 'future that we should have had'. You can also get a general idea of us through those documents."
Listening to Chen Yu Niang's words, Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up.
"A female? And judging by her voice, she must be very beautiful, right?"
"Girl, where are you? Can you come out and see me?"
Chen Yu Niang: “…”
Mr. Jiaqian: "Pfft, I almost forgot, this is another romantic. Even more exaggerated than Duan Yu, hahahaha, even Miss Yu Niang is speechless."
Dongfang Bubai: "@Yi Tianxing, let's not talk about anything else. You should first understand us and yourself. But now we have all changed because of the group. We are tens or even hundreds of times stronger than before!"
"I never like to drag my feet or beat around the bush."
"We've taken a fancy to your famous sword, Eight Styles."
"You decide what you want us to give you in exchange."
"Besides, you can also change the future like us, relying on your foresight of the future~!"
Yi Tianxing: “…”
After reading Dongfang Bubai's words, Yi Tianxing couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
Then he said to himself, "This guy is really brave. He actually named himself Dongfang Bubai. Isn't he afraid of being surrounded and killed by the whole world?"
"And they really came here for the Eight Styles of the Famous Sword."
"exchange?"
"What martial arts in this world can compare to the Eight Styles of the Famous Sword?"
"And, change the future?"
"Haha, don't say it's fake, even if it's true, what does it matter?"
"I would rather change the past than change the future."
Thinking about the fact that his beloved woman finally married his elder brother, Yi Tianxing wanted to say again: "A silkworm will not stop spinning silk until it dies..."
"However, they didn't hide anything. This chat group is quite interesting."
"Since I can't retreat anyway, I'll just see what these guys are like!"
"A must-read for newcomers. Also, my future, and other people's lives?"
"There's nothing wrong with taking a look."
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Soon, Yi Tianxing finished reading the must-read for newcomers, and his eyes widened slightly.
"This... the so-called 'myriad worlds'? They and I are not from the same world, nor from the same time."
"There are actually so many worlds in this world?"
"Red envelopes, so-called red envelopes, can also send one's own internal energy and martial arts, and it won't affect oneself?"
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