"What this master is talking about is what kind of character Tian Fengxue is, although he hasn't seen it with his own eyes, but he has heard about a lot of big cases he has done. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And he has been rampant in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and there are many people on the rivers and lakes who want to get rid of him and become famous, but he is extremely cunning and has been difficult to find, who would have thought that he would finally be planted in the hands of a young man. As soon as the shopkeeper saw Tie Xiaosan talking, he hurriedly lost a smile of twelve points, and said with a smile that was almost courteous.

Although Li Er has some grudges against Tie Xiaosan, he has no ability to take revenge, so it is naturally best if he can take advantage of this to resolve the small grudges between each other.

"You wouldn't say that the boy was the boy in black sitting over there, would you?" Tie Xiaosan raised his head and asked in disbelief, but there was a smile in his eyes that did not match his face.

Tie Xiaosan's gesture of favor to the shopkeeper saw it, he was originally a little disdainful of this person, but Mo Shi's words made him understand a lot of things, so he accepted it when he saw this.

"Ye said and laughed, who would it be if it wasn't him, although Jiulian Mountain is a place where warriors gather, but there are only a handful of young people of his age who dare to come to Jiulian Mountain to hunt, plus they are dressed in black and holding a silver scabbard, except for him, there is no one else." Seeing Tie Xiaosan talking, the shopkeeper suddenly understood in his heart, and quickly took over the conversation with a smile on his face, leaning over with a very humble attitude.

"It's really him, it's really a little unimaginable, judging from his appearance, he seems to be younger than Tie Xuan, how is this powerful strength cultivated." Tie Xiaosan shook his head and said, his eyes looked at the black-clothed young man tightly, his face was still a little suspicious, he still couldn't believe that what he heard was true at this moment.

"Indeed, someone who has such strength at such an age, I'm afraid that the geniuses of those big forces are nothing more than that." Mo Zaiti said lightly, a look of shock passed over his face, but he quickly covered it up.

Although he saw the extraordinaryness of the young man in black, he didn't expect the result to be so dazzling, this answer was really beyond his expectations and imagination.

"Can three swords kill the peak of a martial artist, when will I have such strength?" Tie Xuan whispered to himself, his hands under the table slowly clenched into fists, and his gaze turned to the black-clothed young man not far away, his eyes full of desire for great strength.

At this moment, Tie Xuan didn't have the heart to ask the shopkeeper any questions, and he imagined the scene of the black-clothed young man killing Tian Fengxue with three knives in his mind, and involuntarily brought himself into it, and Tian Fengxue was also replaced by his enemy, Tie Fan.

For a while, the three of them had their own thoughts, and the scene fell silent all of a sudden, and the shopkeeper saw this, although he didn't quite understand why the three of them were like this, but he also knew that it was time for him to leave.

After a long time, when Mo Zaiti adjusted the mood of the three of them and prepared to eat and drink, two more people walked into the door of an inn one after the other, and as soon as these two people entered the hall, dozens of eyes were cast in an instant, not for anything else, just because they were two women with graceful postures but veiled faces.

The poem says: The eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like snow; Although everyone doesn't know if the faces of these two women under the veil are as seductive as written in the poem, their delicate and graceful posture is enough to attract their attention and lead people to reverie.

Women, especially beautiful women, have attracted men's attention more than any treasure since ancient times.

"Two guest officers, welcome to an inn, I don't know if the two of you are sharpening or staying in the hotel?" Facing the two women who came to the door, the only one in the hall who was calm was the shopkeeper, and with a signature warm smile, a shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him.

"Stay in the hotel, but find a table for us to eat first." The slightly older woman scanned the hall with her eyes like electricity, and said coldly.

"Understood, two guest officers, please inside." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Well, this breath is from Mingyue Tower." As soon as the two women entered the door, Mo Zaiti immediately felt a familiar aura in it, and after a little thought, he could tell it.

The people who came were Wen Ting and Murong Yan, because Murong Yan was not satisfied with her ugly outfit, Wen Ting simply brought a veil with her to cover up.

The two of them followed the shopkeeper to find an empty table in the hall and sat down, and then Wen Ting casually ordered a few dishes to send the shopkeeper away, and her eyes were cast on the black-clothed young man sitting at a table alone.

"Ah, I can finally eat a good dish, hey, senior sister, what are you looking at?" When she arrived at an inn, Murong Yan looked around happily, and then saw Wen Ting looking intently at a certain place, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

It's just that her face is covered by a veil, and even if her emotions are written on her face, others can only judge one or two from the tone in which she speaks.

"A teenager." Wen Ting said lightly.

"It's just a teenager, what's so good-looking, how much do we want in Yuehe City." Murong Yan followed Wen Ting's line of sight, and saw a black-clothed young man with a somewhat cold face who was thinking to himself, although his appearance was not bad, but it was nothing special, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"Hehe, yes, if such a teenager wants as many as he wants, I'm afraid that the world will already be in chaos." Wen Ting smiled indifferently.

"Uh, it's so serious, I don't understand, senior sister, can't you just say it simply?" Murong Yan asked with a little coquettishness, but her voice was hoarse, as harsh as the friction of rotten wood.

"Little junior sister, do you remember a month ago, we received the news that a lone thief was killed by someone who sealed the blood?" Wen Ting said.

"That, remember, didn't you say that you were killed by a young man dressed in black?" Murong Yan replied a little carelessly, but then her eyes widened, and she looked at the black-clothed young man not far away, and said a little inarticulately, "Senior sister, you, you won't say that that person is him, right?" ”

"Dressed in black, holding a silver scabbard, and a young man, apart from him, can you find a second one in this Jiulian Mountain." Wen Ting said lightly, but there was still a trace of trilling in her words, and her pupils shrank.

"It looks like he's about the same age as me, can he really be that powerful, and the cultivation of the peak of a martial artist can be solved with only three swords, so his own cultivation is already the realm of a great martial artist." Murong Yan muttered to herself, then grabbed Wen Ting's hand, and said urgently, "Senior sister, take a look, what kind of cultivation is he, take a look, tell me." ”

"There should be a treasure on him that specifically conceals his cultivation, so I can't see the specific cultivation, but even so, he has never reached the realm of a great martial artist, I can still be sure of this." Wen Ting stared at the black-clothed young man for a moment and said slowly.

"I haven't reached the realm of the great martial artist, I'll just say, the rumors are always exaggerated, what to say that the three swords killed Tian Feng's blood, I think it was deliberately boasted by those who didn't see it, how can you kill the peak of the martial artist if you don't reach the realm of the great martial artist." Murong Yan said.

"No, you're wrong, Xiao Yan, although he hasn't reached the realm of a great martial artist yet, this person really killed Tian Fengxue with three swords. Because this matter was seen by our Crescent Sect with our own eyes, and the news was also passed on by him, you don't have to doubt this. Wen Ting said.

"That's the case, but is it really only three swords, even if you are a senior sister, you don't dare to say that three swords can kill Tian Fengxue, his cultivation is lower than yours, what is the basis." Murong Yan asked puzzled.

"Have you forgotten, Xiao Yan, to measure the combat power of a martial artist, cultivation is one thing, and martial arts is another, I think this young man must have cultivated a very high-level sword martial art, so with the strength of the sword technique, he killed Tian Feng Blood with three swords." Wen Ting analyzed.

"Yes, in this case, this teenager's background must be not small." Murong Yan said.

"What you said is right, but I can be regarded as well-informed when I go south and north, but there is no sect about sword art in the territory of the dynasty." Wen Ting said with a frown.

"Maybe it's from another dynasty, okay, senior sister, the dishes are almost cold, can we eat first, my stomach is about to drum." Murong Yan said impatiently, for these rivers and lakes, she has always only had three points of heat, and she doesn't like rouge gouache as much.

"Hehe, you're just a snacker. Okay, let's eat, we'll find a room to live in after eating, and the hunting event will start in a few days, so these **** will stay in the room quietly. Wen Ting said with a smile.

"Ah, don't, it's rare to come to Jiulian Mountain, senior sister, don't we go up the mountain to play?" Murong Yan said.

"Don't go, have you forgotten, this is the territory of the Black Tiger Gang, it's already an adventure for me to bring you here, if you swagger up the mountain again, once your whereabouts are exposed... Wen Ting said in a low voice.

It's just that before she could finish speaking, Murong Yan had already interrupted her, "I know, my safety comes first, Senior Sister is really annoying." ”

"It's annoying, it's annoying, anyway, no matter what you say, I won't allow you to leave the inn." Wen Ting said with a smile.

"Uh, Senior Sister, you..." When Murong Yan heard Wen Ting's words, she was suddenly a little helpless, her usual coquettish tricks were completely useless at the moment, and she could only bow her head sullenly and eat vegetables.

Looking at Murong Yan's deflated appearance, Wen Ting smiled and said nothing, her eyes occasionally swept to the surrounding gaze, always vigilant.

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