A young man dressed in linen clothes sat quietly on the cliff, although the clothes on his body were a little shabby, but he could still see that it must have been made of silk, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his expression was calm, his eyebrows were full of pride and confidence, but he did not show the dazzling edge at all, like the sword in the scabbard lying quietly on the ground beside him, extremely restrained. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know what he sensed, his eyes narrowed even tighter, leaving only a slit.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, still quiet, but there seemed to be a hint of doubt and confusion. He bowed his head and was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes, and sensed with his divine sense, and felt the feeling of immensity with his heart.

Then, he opened his eyes, he looked at the cliff, at the blue sky, at the wooden house behind him, the scenery was really good, but this was not home, he wanted to go home.

He closed his eyes again, and then opened them again, as if every day was the same time, representing truth and rules that could not be changed.

The cliffs are gone, the huts are gone, and the sky seems bluer.

He left there, out of that world, but he wasn't very happy, but very calm, because he knew it wasn't that simple.

He stood up and found himself on a hillside full of green grass, but there were no trees, and there seemed to be some cultivated fields under the hillside. The breeze was blowing, and he felt a hint of cold, and he realized that it was early spring, and if he guessed correctly, this should be the Central Plains.

He thought for a moment, his right hand gently stroked the ring on the index finger of his left hand, and then a set of clothes appeared in his hand out of thin air, he took off the old and worn-out clothes, put on new clothes, and then tied up his long hair that looked a little messy tightly, like a big man, in fact, he was originally a young and handsome son.

He made a rough sense of direction, and then walked down the hill, not knowing where he was going.

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"Come, drink." Ziran held the wine bowl, his eyes were confused, and he said inarticulately.

Yue Xiu's expression was a little worried, he glanced at Ran Chuan, Ran Chuan's face was flushed, and he didn't know how much wine he had drunk, but he was not as delirious as Zi Ran.

Ziran suddenly grinned, as if he was laughing, and then fell directly on the table without any warning, and fell asleep.

Yuexiu shook his head helplessly, and then he found that Ran Chuan's quiet eyes were looking at him tightly. Those eyes were so quiet that they revealed extreme coldness and indifference, as if there was a hint of grace and innate nobility.

Yuexiu didn't know what kind of perception this was, but he was instantly vigilant, and he had a sense of déjà vu when he saw something in those eyes.

When he was vigilant, he found that Ran Chuan had withdrawn his gaze, and what he saw in Ran Chuan's eyes suddenly disappeared, as if everything he had just seen was an illusion.

But this did not make Yuexiu's vigilance disappear, but became more and more intense, in fact, even he himself did not know why he was so vigilant.

Ran Chuan's face flushed, and he looked around with some vigilance.

Yuexiu knew what he was worried about or wary of, and he said, "Don't worry, this is Dayang City." ”

Ran Chuan silently lay on the square table, and slept to eliminate the drunkenness caused by the spirits.

Yuexiu smiled helplessly, forcibly suppressed the strange perception in her heart, and slowly sipped wine and ate vegetables.

At this time, on a table in the corner of the inn, a middle-aged man grabbed the scabbard on the table, stood up with the two young people on both sides of the square table, and then came to Yuexiu's side.

Yuexiu took a sip of wine, then put down the wine bowl, and then looked up at the middle-aged man quietly.

The middle-aged man's heart trembled slightly when he was looked at by Yuexiu's clear eyes, he forcibly calmed down, and then waved his hand at Yuexiu, and said, "I am the head of the Yunjian Sect, Zhuo Yun, these are my two disciples, I have seen Mr. He turned sideways and looked at the two young men.

Yuexiu's face remained unchanged, and her eyes did not move, still looking at Zhuo Yun.

One of the two disciples behind Zhuo Yun saw that he was being ignored, and his face changed slightly, and he wanted to speak, but he was stopped by Zhuo Yun's stern gaze.

As for Zhuo Yun, Yue Xiu knew such a person, not that he deliberately understood this person, but he was too serious about dealing with the world, Zhuo Yun was one of the many strong people hidden in the woods who tried to obtain the Outer Heaven Stone before, he took a look at these people, Zhuo Yun was over half a hundred years old, but he looked like a man who was standing for a long time, and this came from his realm of the middle realm.

"What do you want to do?" Yuexiu looked a little impatient, but his tone was still so gentle, and there was no other emotion.

"What do I want to do?" Zhuo Yun seemed to be a little excited, but also a little afraid, he suddenly laughed, his face was flushed, happiness and fear kept changing on his face, he stretched out his finger, pointed at Ran Chuan and Ziran, as if he was a little embarrassed, he resignedly said, "I, I want those two people." ”

There were no guests in the inn for a long time, and I don't know what the reason was, Xiao Er looked at Zhuo Yun's ridiculous behavior and felt a little funny, but more fear, he quietly hid behind the counter, not daring to make a sound.

There was silence in the inn.

Yuexiu looked at Zhuo Yun, frowned slightly, and said, "You guys are really annoying." ”

Zhuo Yun laughed again, and at the same time he was very scared, he gasped heavily, looking at Yuexiu's gaze kept changing, he was extremely careless and scared for a while, and condescending and presumptuous for a while, like a madman.

A disciple behind Zhuo Yun didn't understand why the master was like this, thinking that he was happy, he said to Yuexiu, "Do you think you have the capital to say this now?" ”

"Hahaha, Mr. Yuexiu, do you think you have the capital to say this?" Zhuo Yun laughed arrogantly, he knew that Yuexiu was seriously injured by the mysterious man in black, and now he didn't have much strength at all, and at the same time he was extremely confident in his realm strength, he didn't believe that he would not be able to beat such a young scholar with his own realm, but at the same time he was afraid that what would happen to Yuexiu if he was not injured, what if he was really not the opponent of this scholar, his heart kept struggling, but the sentence he wanted to say most in his heart was said by his own disciple.

Yuexiu didn't speak, he looked at Zhuo Yun quietly, his eyes were pitying, like he was looking at a ridiculous madman.

Zhuo Yun noticed his gaze, and he was suddenly very angry, why do you have mercy on me? You are a cripple now, what right do you have to pity me?

If it was in normal times, he would be extremely respectful in the face of Yuexiu, and today he would never have dared to think of saying such a thing, but now it is different, Yuexiu is seriously injured, he can finally stand on Yuexiu's head, the instantaneous change of position makes him a little difficult to accept, which makes his heart more and more deformed, and the superposition of fear and desire makes him even more crazy.

Zhuo Yun pulled out the cloud sword on his waist and slashed it down, and Yue Xiu raised the short staff inserted in his waist.

The cloud sword slashed at the short staff, Yuexiu's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her lips.

He was indeed seriously injured, gathering the strength of everyone to fight with the man in black, but he was first injured by the mountains and rivers book, and then fell from a high altitude, although he did not die, but also paid a very heavy price.

Zhuo Yun looked at Yuexiu's pale cheeks and the blood on the corners of his lips, and he laughed again, this time without fear.

With a "click", the wooden bench under Yuexiu broke directly, and he raised his short staff lightly, stood up, shook away the cloud sword, and swung it horizontally.

Yuexiu's face is pale, but his eyes are quiet, his demeanor is casual and natural, this staff seems to be natural, giving people a feeling of inescapability, this staff has already shown Yuexiu's extremely powerful and exquisite realm.

Zhuo Yun couldn't dodge, he didn't dodge, he didn't believe how powerful a scholar who had been injured like this would be, this was just a bluff, he raised his sword to block.

The short staff struck on the cloud sword, Zhuo Yun's face was incredulous, he clearly felt an extremely powerful vitality transmitted to his sword, and then he continued to slide sideways, staggered, knocked over several wooden tables, and was already injured a lot.

Yuexiu's face became even paler, the blood at the corners of his lips became thicker, and he covered his lips and coughed.

At this time, Ziran, who was lying on the wine table, suddenly moved.

Zhuo Yun was slightly shocked in his heart, and glanced at the two disciples, the two disciples understood, and then quickly leaned towards Ziran and Ran Chuan.

Yuexiu's face changed slightly, her short cane was lifted upside down, and her footsteps moved slightly, wanting to stop the two young men. At the same time, a fierce sword intent appeared behind him, and he had no choice but to turn around and raise his staff to block the sword.

The two disciples had already come behind Zi Ran and Ran Chuan, and their palms were about to fall on Zi Ran's shoulders, at this moment, Zi Ran, who was lying on the wine table, raised his head, his eyes were quiet, full of coldness and indifference, where was there still half a bit of drunkenness?

The disciple was slightly startled in his heart, and his palm fell faster.

Zi Ran's heart was vigilant, the long knife was instantly unsheathed, he held the knife in his backhand, and the blade passed through his waist and stabbed at the disciple's waist and abdomen.

The disciple was horrified, he couldn't understand why this man was so fast, and he also knew that if his palm insisted on falling on his shoulder, the knife would inevitably pierce his body.

It was absolutely impossible for him to exchange his life with this person, not to mention that he had no intention of taking his life. Without the slightest hesitation, he retreated suddenly, kept retreating, and broke out with the fastest retreat in his life.

The corners of the other disciple's eyes jumped slightly, and the horror in his heart could not be suppressed, but he was also worthy of being a disciple of the head of a generation, and he was decisive, and at this time he forcibly suppressed other thoughts and grabbed Ran Chuan's neck.

At this moment, the unfinished bowl of liquor on the square table suddenly cracked, the jar cracked, the dish also cracked, and then the square table cracked, and the wooden bench also cracked.

It's like a sword slashing in the inn, but it's more like a sword slashing in the inn, and if it is slashed, it's not just a sword?

An incomparably clear, cold, and extremely sharp sword intent suddenly rose.

This sword intent did not come from the cloud sword in Zhuo Yun's hand, but from the dim sword in the hand of the young man who looked like a beggar.

Although this sword intent is not as strong and powerful as Zhuo Yun's sword intent, it is extremely pure and condensed, like the spring water of a mountain stream, extremely clear.

Zhuo Yun was shocked, and then the killing intent suddenly rose. Yuexiu was slightly startled, and then looked at Ran Chuan appreciatively and nodded slightly.

The disciple behind Ran Chuan was covered in blood, full of sword marks, one hand was broken at the wrist, the other hand was desperately covering his neck, blood continued to spill from between his fingers, his eyes were full of despair and disbelief, and then he fell backwards, twitching slightly, and then stopped moving.

Zhuo Yun's eyelids jumped slightly, today's events seemed to have jumped out of his calculations, but he still didn't plan to stop, not only because he had no way back, but also because he didn't think that this person could pose enough threat to him, he only had Yuexiu in his eyes, but Yuexiu had already been seriously injured, how much combat power did he have at this time?

Zhuo Yun's eyes were slightly condensed, as if there was a glimmer of light passing through his eyes, and another sword intent appeared in the inn, compared to the clear and sharp sword intent, this sword intent was even more powerful, and even had a feeling that it was difficult to resist, and the realm of the middle realm was much stronger than Ran Chuan.

The cloud sword stabbed at Yuexiu, Yuexiu had already been seriously injured, and the short fight with Zhuo Yun before had also consumed a lot of his strength, and the injury was even more serious, and it was difficult to deal with such a powerful sword at this time.

At this moment, the clear and sharp sword intent came to Yuexiu's body, and in the inn, in the center of the two sword intents, a red flower suddenly appeared, the red flower was beautiful, extremely bright, like the color of blood.

"Smack!" The saffron turned into a pool of blood in the air, and then sprinkled it all over the ground, and the marble-paved ground became more blood-red.

Ran Chuan's red sword.

Zhuo Yun retreated, his eyes full of disbelief, his sword containing the highest level of his body was actually blocked by such a young man.

Ran Chuan didn't move, only Zi Ran found that his hand holding the sword was trembling at an extremely small amplitude, which showed that Ran Chuan also paid a heavy price in order to block this sword.

Yuexiu looked at the figure standing in front of him, a little moved, he thought about it, and then said very seriously: "Thank you." ”

Ran Chuan turned his head, smiled extremely rarely, and then said, "You're welcome." ”