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Ren Xiaoyao? It should be the name of my body's owner.

Did I just borrow a corpse to return the soul? That's not right. I shouldn't be dead. However, if he hadn't died, why would he have come to this place and changed his body? Could it be that Naga Tian killed all of us geniuses? That's not right. Absolutely impossible. He was the strongest warrior in the Northern Region, so he shouldn't be so petty. Moreover, it was unknown how many times people had held such an event. If he wanted to kill this genius, he would have done so a long time ago.

All of a sudden, Fan Wuji's thoughts spun, but he still couldn't figure it out. He immediately suppressed these thoughts and pretended to be in a daze.

He asked in confusion, "Friend, who are you? Do I know you? When I woke up today, I couldn't remember a lot of things. "

Hearing this, both the fat youth and the tall bald youth were stunned.

"Haha." You don't remember that I can't afford it? It seems senior brother Meng has beaten you to a state of amnesia. Ren Xiaoyao, you rascal, why are you doing this so badly? Why do you insist on challenging Elder Brother Meng? " The fat-headed Fei Dang said with a mocking smile.

The bald, tall youth let out a small sigh. "Junior brother Ren, do you still remember me?"

Fan Wuji squeezed out a hint of bitterness, constantly shaking his head, indicating that he didn't know the bald, tall youth. One had to know that he didn't have even the slightest memory of this body, so he could only pretend to have lost his memories. Before he was clear on the reason, he would not choose to reveal Fan Wuji's identity.

"Sigh. Junior brother Ren, I still remember that we entered the school in the same year. "I'm a year older than you," he said. "You've always called me Elder Brother. However, I haven't really cared for you in the past few years." The bald youth sighed.

"I do not know. But it doesn't matter. We'll get to know each other from a new perspective. Senior brother. Hello. May I have your name please? " Fan Wuji revealed a brilliant smile.

With his eyesight and sensing ability, he could sense the goodwill, malice, jealousy, and even murderous intent from others towards him. He could sense the goodwill of this bald youth. He was also very happy to have such a friend.

The bald, tall youth was dazed for a moment, his eyes flashing with involuntary memories. He laughed heartily and said, "Junior brother." Back then, your smile was also so brilliant. There was always a type of positive sunlight that infected the people around you. Hello, junior brother. I'm Wu Guangyi. "

"Senior brother, do you have time to talk with me?" Fan Wuji smiled as he invited him over.

Wu Guang said in a loud voice, "There is no reason for you to reject my offer." I believe that after entering the academy for a few years, Junior has been training hard all this time, and has rarely interacted with us. "

With that, Fan Wuji walked up to them. He and Wu Guangyi walked side by side, walking away.

"Ren Xiaoyao, this kid's luck is really big." That thing actually didn't take his life. It only caused him to lose his memories. I must report this to senior brother Meng. " The fat-headed Fei Dai muttered to himself.

Fan Wuji began chatting casually with Wu Guang. Under the guise of amnesia, he began to inquire about the world.

So the place they were at was called the Desolate Ruins, and it was said that this place was the wasteland after the Great Immortal War. Within the wasteland, there were countless dangerous regions and secret realms. The environment was vile, the spirit energy was sparse, and resources were scarce. It was simply a barren land.

The Ruins of Immemorial were enormous in size, and there were cultivators present as well. There were countless low-level cultivators here, but high-level cultivators were extremely rare. The main reason for the scarcity of high-level cultivators was the scarcity of spiritual energy, the lack of resources, and the scarcity of techniques.

There were countless dangers within the Ruins of Immemorial. In order to survive, most people would choose to cultivate. This was also the reason why there were so many low-level cultivators.

In the Desolate Ruins, humans lived together in villages and towns, and most of them lived in cities and tribes.

And the place Fan Wuji was currently in, was just a small town. In the wasteland, the small towns and villages were the weaker units. Many villages and small towns were in danger, and the population was sparse. In the wasteland, it was impossible to grow food. One could only go out to hunt and eat wild plants.

In the Desolate Ruins, many cultivators would go out to hunt and harvest fruits for food. Although cultivators above the Connate realm were able to gather their Qi and eat it, the spiritual energy in the Wasteland was far too sparse. It simply wasn't enough for them to completely leave the wasteland.

Those with a high cultivation base only had a low demand for food. In the wasteland, even a king needed to eat one every month in order to survive.

Fan Wuji's town was called Stars Pet Chain Supermarket. It was a small town with very few history, but it had two Innate realm experts overseeing it.

In the Desolate Ruins, the Innate realm was called Grandmaster, the Spirit Sea realm was called Grandmaster, and the Life and Death realm was also called King.

The two masters of Stars Pet Chain Supermarket were both well-known figures in the Innate realm. The first was a master of sabresmanship, while the second was a master of swordsmanship. In the Desolate Ruins, other than those mortals who didn't have the talent, everyone else chose to cultivate.

And the two masters of Stars Pet Chain Supermarket had opened their stores to accept disciples. In the Wasteland Ruins, the levels were strict. Only a master level expert could open a store.

The School of Sword Arts and the School of Sword Arts were two of the major forces in Stars Pet Chain Supermarket. The young disciples were honored to be able to train in the School of Sword Arts. Ren Xiaoyao had joined the School of Sword Arts three years ago to practice his swordsmanship. Although his talent was mediocre, he was well-known to have fought with his life on the line.

His hard work was not only in the style of sword arts, but also in the way he cultivated. The other disciples would train for around eight hours, while he would train for at least eight hours a day. As the saying goes, the way of the heavens rewards the diligently. Even though his talent was mediocre, in terms of cultivation and battle prowess, he was one of the top disciples that joined the School of Sword Arts that year.

Among this year's disciples, there were two with the highest talent, and the one ranked first was called Meng Qianqiu. The second name on the rankings was Qi Yaoyao. She was the number one female disciple of the school this time around.1

The master of the School of Sword Arts did not have many disciples. Each year, only two of the strongest disciples would be chosen.

This year, Meng Qianqiu and Qi Yaoyao's strength far surpassed that of the other disciples. In the eyes of the crowd, the two of them would undoubtedly become inner disciples. Ren Xiaoyao was born proud and arrogant, and naturally wasn't willing to give up and lose his rights as a chamber disciple.

He had always admired Qi Yaoyao as well, so he didn't choose to challenge her. Instead, he chose to challenge the one ranked first, Meng Qianqiu.

Yesterday, Ren Xiaoyao had failed his seventh challenge to Meng Qianqiu, only to be knocked unconscious. He was carried back to his own room.

"Ren Xiaoyao, this name is the name of the world, does it mean that I'm a carefree person? "Since I have taken over your body and inherited your identity, then I, Fan Wuji, shall bear your consequences and help you accomplish your unaccomplished tasks." Fan Wuji muttered in his heart.

In that instant, his expression changed, and he began to shine with an incomparably sharp light. Although his cultivation base was mediocre, his understanding of the way of the sword and his understanding of sword techniques were still there. In this small town, he did not fear anyone.

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