The Ultimate Sword Master

What do these juniors think?

Of course the old farmer doesn't care at all.

He just looked at Leng Meizi, whose expression was still calm, and said with emotion: "In just such a short time, you can take a further step on the road of ultimate evolution and achieve something that even I can't do... It's really commendable, and I also You didn’t see the wrong person.”

Leng Meizi frowned.

On the light screen in front of him, the blood color faded instantly, and Gouzi turned into a sapling. He lay there without daring to move, but lines of writing that were blurred to the point of being invisible quietly appeared in front of Leng Meizi.

[Dear...Your Excellency. 】

[He seems to know everything that happened just now. 】

The cold girl said nothing.

But the rest of the chosen ones were confused.

evolution?

What evolution?

Could it be...

The doubtful eyes fell on the old farmer, but the old farmer had no interest in explaining. He just praised: "Girl, you are good, you are really good!"

"To be fair."

"Looking at the Great Chaos Realm, for several epochs, you, the little girl, are one of the few people who are qualified to inherit the name of the Chosen One, and also an even smaller number who have the ability to restore the glory of the Chosen One. One of the people brought into the world!”

What! !

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the chosen ones suddenly froze, and they looked at Sister Leng stiffly.

"she?"

"Also...the Chosen One?"

A young man spoke tremblingly, with a look of horror and bewilderment on his face. After all, from the beginning to the end, Leng Meizi never revealed her identity, and even when she took action before, she did not show the ability of the Chosen One!

Such people.

How could he be the chosen one?

"Feel sorry."

Leng Meizi also had no interest in explaining to them, and just said lightly: "I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"So."

The old farmer finally glanced at the rest of the Chosen Ones and sighed: "Are you tens of millions of times stronger than them?"

One sentence.

Like invisible but loud slaps one after another, the cheeks of all the chosen ones were hot and ashamed.

Can……

After the shame, questions followed.

If what the old farmer said was true, then their target for this mission was obviously Gu Han, but why did Leng Meizi get mixed up with Gu Han? How could he still go against them? And he acted like a normal person from beginning to end?

The most important thing...

How many generations of Chosen One is she?

"What a shame."

Just as he was thinking about it, the old farmer's tone changed, and he suddenly said in disappointment: "According to your ability and your mind, you should have been the best candidate to lead this generation of Chosen Ones, but why did you... break away from the source and choose Betrayal?"

What! ! !

The chosen ones were shocked again!

Betrayal, separation...these two words lingered in their minds and couldn't go away!

As the Chosen One.

They have always been aloof, indifferent to all sentient beings, fearless of the Taoist Master, and despised everything...except for the light curtain in front of them that symbolizes the identity of the Chosen One, except for the mysterious source that gives them all kinds of cognitive abilities!

To the light curtain, to the source.

The only thing they can do is to obey and be absolutely obedient!

"How is that possible?"

It was the same young man who spoke before. He looked at Sister Leng with disbelief, his face was pale and his expression was frightened, and he murmured: "No one can go against the will of the source, why should she? How did she do it..."

All the time.

Every move of the Chosen One can easily break the perception of ordinary people, but now... Leng Meizi's situation has broken their perception of being the Chosen One!

The cold girl didn't deny it.

She still acted calm.

"So, you have seen it a long time ago?"

"I'm not that old yet."

The old farmer smiled, and a ray of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, like a sharp sword, piercing the void, and looked directly at the dog lying on the light screen without moving!

The dog's body froze!

The trillion runes kept trembling and were extremely unstable, as if they were about to break at any time. It swallowed up the villain and evolved again, and it seemed that it could not resist the power of transcendence!

【He is very strong. 】

As her body trembled, lines of equally trembling small characters continued to appear in front of Leng Meizi, and the words were full of panic.

[Dear Your Excellency, the Chosen One. 】

[This first generation is definitely not simple. According to my deduction, he probably already has the highest permission after the source, and also controls the power of one of the four paths of chaos...]

"Can you win?"

Leng Meizi interrupted it and asked the most critical question directly.

[In fact. 】

[I am no longer what I used to be. If I go all out, there is a 76% chance of swallowing up his permission, but... there is a prerequisite. 】

"He can't take action?"

[Yes, your wisdom is enough to illuminate the sky of the Great Chaos Realm! 】

"Then what do I need you for?"

Gouzi's body stiffened again, a little aggrieved.

【You can’t blame me. 】

[He is the Taoist, a Taoist who is considered a strong one even in many transcendent realms. If we really fight, I will have been wiped out of my existence by him before I swallow his permission. 】

Think about it.

Leng Meizi asked another more critical question: "If you are wiped out of your existence by him, will I die too?"

【No, because...】

"Understood."

Leng Meizi nodded: "That's okay."

Gouzi: "?"

No matter what Gouzi thought, Leng Meizi looked at the old farmer again and said directly: "What do you want to do?"

The old farmer did not answer.

Although he did not know why Su Yun let him go again, he still felt a little uneasy. The most important thing was... He glanced at the task time on the screen in front of him. There was only a quarter of an hour left before the final deadline.

He felt a sense of urgency.

"Without rules, there will be no order."

"Being away from the source may give you a short-term and empty freedom, but in the long run, it is still a loss-making move. You must know that without the source, it is like water without roots and trees without roots. Sooner or later, they will dry up and wither..."

"So?"

The cold girl suddenly interrupted him and said seriously: "Are you trying to say that I should return to the source?"

"Yes!"

"Are you also trying to say that if I return to the source, we will stand on the same front. Since you appreciate me so much, you can naturally protect me, keep me detached, and let me stand at the top of the Great Chaos Realm and shine forever, right?"

"..."

A trace of surprise flashed across the old farmer's face.

"What a smart girl!"

After a moment, he praised her, his tone was a little serious, and finally asked: "So, are you willing to return?"

"Have you thought about it?"

The cold girl did not answer, but asked: "If it is separated from the source, it may dry up, or become dead water, but... there is actually another possibility."

"What?"

"Become, a new source."

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