The entire space was filled with an aura of terror, but not a single trace of it could escape from the space.

In the remote alley in Wanqi City, Zhang Yan was still walking non-stop, chattering in his mouth, faster and faster, faster and faster!

Suddenly, with a "whew", Zhang Yan's figure stood still, and a stream of air emerged out of thin air around his body, kicking up a cloud of dust.

As the dust settled, Zhang Yan slowly opened his eyes, only to see a flash of light in his eyes, the black in his eyes was deeper, and the aura on his body was a little quieter.

"Yes, yes, can we talk quietly now?" said the old beggar, who had been waiting along,

"Thank you seniors for your advice, don't thank you for your kindness, what can the juniors do for the seniors, please reveal one or two to the seniors!" Zhang Yan said after bending down and making a disciple salute, the teacher who points out is also a teacher.

"Boy, seeing that your attitude is so good, I'll give you a big chance! How about I accept you as my disciple?" The old beggar suddenly got up and leaned in front of Zhang Yan, put his head against his head and said,

The thing came too suddenly, Zhang Yan was on the spot for a while, but he quickly reacted and drove his body back a few steps, but the old beggar also followed a few steps forward, and for a while the two seemed to be glued together.

"Bang" Zhang Yan's back hit the wall on the side of the alley, and there was no way to retreat, he had to stare at the pressure exerted by the other party, and reluctantly said, "Senior, please forgive the junior for not being able to cope with this great opportunity for you, the junior is now a disciple of the inner sect of the Refining Weapon City, and he can't in this life, and it is impossible to worship under other sects, please forgive me!"

"Refining Weapon City, are you a disciple of Refining Weapon City?" the old beggar retreated, and after turning around, he asked,

"Yes, old-timer!" replied Zhang Yan,

Suddenly, Zhang Yan felt a flower in front of him, and a figure had appeared in front of his face, and the other party stretched out a hand to hold his neck, and he had already risen into the air in an instant.

"Uh...... Old-timers, you ...... What is this for?" Zhang Yan only felt that he couldn't breathe, his hands could only be clutched on the old beggar's dry hands, and there was not even a trace of strength in his body to struggle, as if the previous strength had never existed, everything was just an illusion.

"Do you know that the old man hates the most is the refining city, today you hit the old man's hands, even if you reach the eighth lifetime of blood mold, don't worry, the old man will give you a decent way to die for the sake of that roast chicken, you can choose!" said the old beggar with a hideous face,

Zhang Yan suddenly felt a "grunt" in his heart, and a wave of sadness swelled up, but he didn't let go of his mouth and said, "That old-timer, you can give me a death!"

After saying this, Zhang Yan felt that the pressure on his neck was getting bigger and bigger, which made the already scarce air become less again, and at this time he was already inputting less air and excavating more, and the consciousness in his mind was becoming more and more blurred.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" sounded, "He Fangxiao is small, he dares to kill my disciples in Ten Thousand Instruments City!"

When he looked around again, Zhang Yan found that the old beggar was gone, the entire alley was empty, and the owner who saved his voice had never appeared.

Zhang Yan got up, put the Jun Tianjian back behind his back, the wind was under his feet, he quickly left the alley, and ran straight towards the city gate.

Out of the City of Ten Thousand Instruments, Zhang Yan walked alone in the wilderness, the cloud stop under his feet kept running, and the surrounding scenery quickly skimmed over both sides.

It's just that after doing this for more than half a day, something unexpected happened to Zhang Yan, just when he reached a mountain col, a black figure flashed, and hit the Jun Tian Sword that had just been placed horizontally in front of him.

With a "bang", Zhang Yan's body flew out directly, flying dozens of meters away, and after landing, his feet were even more grounded, one deep footprint at a time, and kept retreating.

"Who are you, why are you blocking my way!" Zhang Yan plunged the Jun Tian Sword deep into the ground, and after cutting a deep furrow in the ground, he made his body stop.

"Who am I? I think you should know it in your heart!Zhang Yan!" The appearance of the black figure that suddenly appeared appeared in Zhang Yan's field of vision, and an extremely familiar black dress was put on his body, and he said coldly,

"It's you, haven't I already promised to do things for you, why do you still want to do it to me?" Zhang Yan pretended not to know anything, and said with an angry face,

"Zhang Yan, he joined the organization when he was at the outer gate, the amount of tasks completed, none, Wang Zonghui on the line, died in the Phantom Sand Canyon, I don't know if what I said is right!" said the man in black unhurriedly,

When Zhang Yan heard this, he secretly felt bitter in his heart, and thought, "I really just got out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again!", but his face was full of indifference, and he said, "Since you have all found out, then I won't go around in circles, that's right, Wang Zonghui was killed by me." ”

"It's okay to admit it, and it will save me more suffering!" said the man in black in a cold tone, and along with the words, there was a figure that flashed directly in front of Zhang Yan.

"Bang", Zhang Yan didn't even have time to lift the Juntian Sword this time, he was directly knocked out, "Click, click" I don't know how many bones in his chest were broken, but the opponent's attack did not stop, and then his figure appeared under his body, and another blow hit Zhang Yan's back, and several bones were shattered.

And his body also flew straight into the sky, and the man in black soared directly into the air, and a knife with dream power condensed appeared in his hand, raised high, and was about to fall on Zhang Yan's head.

Zhang Yan saw the other party's attack this time, but he was in the air, and he was already seriously injured, so he had no power to borrow, so he could only watch the sharp blade fall, he could only close his eyes, and at the same time said sadly in his heart, "Dad, mother, let's see you again in the next life!"

But until the sharp pain when he landed opened Zhang Yan's eyes painfully, and the blade did not fall, at this time, he knew that someone had come to the rescue.

Immediately, Zhang Yan endured the severe pain, got up from the ground with difficulty, and used the Juntian Sword in his hand to hold his body, yes, even in the face of death, he did not give up the weapon in his hand.

Zhang Yan, who got up, looked forward with his eyes, and saw that the man in black who had no power to fight back and could fly was suspended helplessly in the air, and a huge illusory palm was tightly held around his body.

The owner of the huge illusory palm is an old acquaintance, an old beggar, and the old beggar's body is no longer bent at this time, and the whole person is full of terrifying aura.

Zhang Yan looked at all this in front of him and couldn't help but wonder, "Since this old beggar has a grudge against Refining City, why does he want to go against me again? Isn't this a contradiction?"

But the conversation between the two attracted Zhang Yan's attention again, "Tut-tut, I didn't expect this kind of thing to exist in this era, it's really strange!"

The man in black now really wanted to be in the City of Ten Thousand Instruments, and he could only say with difficulty, "The senior, as the power of the Dream Saint Realm, personally dealt with me, a junior in the Dream Saint Realm, is it a bit of a big bully, and it is a little bad for the reputation of the seniors to spread it!"

"Pass it out, it's just the three of us here, as soon as you die, won't no one know?" After the old beggar finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhang Yan again, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and continued to him,

"Boy, you're not going to say it, are you!"

"No, no, senior, continue, continue!" Zhang Yan hurriedly shook his head quickly, his head was like a rattle,

"Look, it's foolproof!" said the old beggar with a smile.

"Senior, since this is the case, the junior has nothing to say, but to offend!" After the man in black finished speaking, his eyes cracked, his whole body began to swell, and a terrifying momentum rose to the sky,

When Zhang Yan saw this scene, he remembered the "self-explosion" recorded in the book, and he quickly felt, "Senior, be careful! He wants to blow himself up!"

But the next scene made Zhang Yan stop his voice, only to see that the expanding body of the man in black began to be covered with cracks, and blood-colored brilliance shot out from the cracks, and after a while, the whole person turned into a small sun.

It's just that this blood-colored little sun has not yet reached the peak of the dazzling moment, it has been tightly held by the old beggar's illusory huge palm, and it is like crushing an illusory firework, "poof", completely disillusioned.

After the illusory palm was released, countless blood rains fell, but a light suddenly appeared, slipped out from between the fingers of the palm, and a void vortex appeared out of thin air, and the blood-colored light shot in and disappeared.

It's just that before Zhang Yan could remind him, the old beggar directly reached out and tore out a spatial crack in the air, inserted his hand into it nakedly, and groped for a while, and when he pulled it out, there was already an extra blood-colored bead between his thumb and index finger, which was exactly the same as the blood-colored bead that Zhang Yan harvested when he killed Wang Zonghui, but his color was lighter than that of the old beggar.

With a "bang", the old beggar crushed the blood-colored bead with his fingers, and countless broken crystals fell from his fingertips, and then he turned around and walked directly towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan looked at the old beggar who was getting closer and closer to him, and a web of tension began to spread in his heart, getting denser and denser.

The old beggar walked to Zhang Yan's feet, and did not want to fight and kill like Wanqi City, but the fingers of his right hand were slightly curved, and with a flick, a light appeared and seeped into Zhang Yan's body.

After Guanghua entered his body, Zhang Yan felt a burst of pain attacking, in the perception of spiritual power, he shattered, and the broken bones were rapidly resetting and healing, and this pain also followed.

Zhang Yan was about to endure the pain and speak, but the old beggar rose directly into the air, his figure flashed, and disappeared from his field of vision, leaving only his mouth that had not been closed.

After a few breaths, all the injuries on Zhang Yan's body had been healed by this brilliance, and then he slapped his hands on the ground, his body rose into the air, and he stood firmly on the ground.

The doubts in my heart are even stronger, and they have not dissipated at all.

"Is this old beggar friend or foe, or is he related to the jade pendant in my dreams?"