Zhang Daoyuan said sarcastically: "Yes, yes, what the immortals taught." Shangxian Fuze's side, if you want to come to this village, you can't save it, the mana of the trail is not enough, and you still need to practice diligently, so the trail will retreat. ”

Although he knows that meeting a sword immortal is a rare marriage, but there are still a lot of zombies entrenched around, in case he encounters a short zombie again, I am afraid that he will not be so lucky, or save his life, and it is a serious matter to hide in Jinling City quickly.

Liu Ru was disdainful, looked at him and snorted coldly, and didn't want to mess with him anymore.

But Zhang Daoyuan didn't move his steps, he said goodbye, but he looked at the girl in blue, hoping that she could give a talisman and the like, the truth and evil consequences had to meet the true immortals, and he would never return empty-handed.

The girl seemed to see through the calculation in his heart, and handed him the "Jin Gang Corpse Order" and said: "This demon order of the 'Hidden Immortal Mountain' has its own spirituality, if you encounter this kind of zombie again, you hold this order in your hand, they will definitely think that you are the same kind, and they will never look for your labor again." ”

Zhang Daoyuan secretly rejoiced, this truth and evil fruit is also a treasure, needless to say, self-defense, maybe after passing this realm, you can exchange it for some silver flowers.

Thinking of this, he was immediately elated, thanked the girl, did not look back, and fled for his life towards the entrance of the village to the west.

Liu said: "It's cheaper to pay this magic stick." ”

Then I suddenly remembered that I hadn't asked the name of this god girl, it was really rude, and I quickly arched my hand and said: "The little woman Liu is like this, and she hasn't taught the immortal number of the immortals yet?"

The girl in blue smiled indifferently and said, "You don't have to be a fairy all the time, my name is Leng Shuangning, just call me by my name." ”

Some people say that the endless fighting in the world is just for the sake of appearing in front of people and becoming famous.

Some people also say that the endless strife in the world is just for a million profits and a rich world.

Every day, there is a life, and someone dies.

Some people gain fame and fortune, and some people hate Jiuquan.

The rivers and lakes are just a playground for beasts.

A glass of wine in the peach and plum willow wind, and ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes.

As long as there are people in the middle, it was originally hard to be a river and lake.

Outside Jinling City, it is cold and autumn.

It was already three watches in the night, and a bright moon hung high, sprinkling scattered silver light, shining in the originally dark wilderness.

Suddenly, a few group shadows flashed in front of an abrupt mountain villa, but because the footsteps were extremely fast, they just disappeared with a bang.

And there was another figure, but it howled miserably and fell to the ground.

At this hour, the lights in front of the villa suddenly shone brightly, the gate was closed, and a team of people poured out of the door.

These people are dressed in purple and leather armor, each with strange weapons, but they are open and orderly, like an army.

At this moment, from inside the door, another scribe in a purple embroidered brocade robe walked out, like the leader of this group of purple men.

He explained a few words to one of the purple-clothed men, and the purple-clothed man took a torch and walked to the figure who fell to the ground in front of the door, and really checked it.

Under the light of the fire, everyone saw that there was a fat monk lying on the ground, who was dressed like a sea of fire.

The purple-clothed man squatted down and tested the monk's breath with his fingers, turned around and walked back, bent down and said to the brocade-robed man: "Chief Administrator, it is the fire monk who has lost his karma, and he once breathed." ”

Originally, this brocade-robed man was the head of this mountain villa.

The manager snorted and said: "'Wuye Temple' always likes to sell his mouth on the rivers and lakes, and it is claimed that ten years ago, when 'Jinling Discusses the Sword', he lost the 'Changshan Sect' and 'Bomo Palace' in a row, and the fire monk has not been able to do it for a long time, relying on the 'flame finger' to act recklessly, which is also to blame. ”

He turned his head and asked, "Where is his injury?"

The man in purple said quickly: "Chief Administrator, this monk has two blood losses in both ears, and his chest is also bulging, which is obviously a masculine palm force." ”

The manager said with a smile: "After karma, the end is to end the personal karma." Although he talked a lot on the rivers and lakes, he only beat the 'Changshan Sect' Mo Qi in one move. The 'Bowmore Palace Master' Black Maitreya happened to be in unpleasant shape, and sent his eldest disciple to the end, and he used a trick to win the camp with the 'Flame Finger'. But he is proud of this, and he has publicized it everywhere in the rivers and lakes, and the evil fruit has planted evil roots, and this beam still has to be returned. ”

The purple-clothed man said curiously: "Could it be that the fire monk died under the 'Changshan Sect' or the 'Bomo Palace'?"

The chief manager Yin Yin smiled: "'Changshan Sect' Mo Qi heard that he has practiced a vicious and vicious weapon in the past few years, called 'Blood Lotus Thorn', and there is a trick called 'Yin Wind Piercing the Ears', which specializes in stabbing people's ears and acupoints. And the famous martial arts of the 'Bomo Palace Master' is the 'Jin Gangjia Luo Palm', if my guess is right, this monk must have been hit by the fatal killing moves of the two best players in the world at the same time, can he still live?"

The purple-clothed man said: "If Mo Qi and Black Maitreya want revenge, why do they need to do it now, and this is in front of our 'Fengyun Village'." ”

The chief manager said coldly: "You have been a 'Purple Guard' for three years, can't you see this? On the other day of the Sword Debate, they killed the 'Fire Monk' at this moment, but in the name of my mountain villa, they announced to the world that the martial arts of the 'Changshan Sect' and the 'Bomo Palace' are by no means as unbearable as the rivers and lakes have heard of. ”

"And for the world's heroes who attended the sword debate, he is also a horseman. Ten years ago, the third-ranked 'Fire Monk' on the 'Wuzun List' had died in their hands, and other heroes wanted to capture the flag, and they also had to measure how many catties and taels they had. ”

"And the 'Wuye Temple' was originally the leading faction in the rivers and lakes, and now it has folded the first-class hand of the 'Fire Monk' out of thin air, and the sword competition in the early years only needs to be handed over to others. ”

The man in purple disagreed: "Originally, their thoughts were so strict and dim. The following originally thought that the world's heroes competed in the world, and it was the righteousness of destroying relatives to judge the length of the rule, and they used to be two enemies and one, and what were they called. ”

The manager snorted, "What do you know about this kid." How can there be any real heroes in this world? It is nothing more than fame, but profit. ”

"Since the founder of Gongsun Zhuang founded this Fengyun Village, he issued the 'Wuzun List', the wind and clouds at the upper end of the rivers and lakes, fighting the law, cutting off dissidents, vanity, not three or four, it has always been not hard to be these skills. ”

"Even if there are some upright people who have participated in one or two sword discussions, they all retire to the mountains, who is willing to stir up this troubled water?"

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable. ”

A trumpet sounded, especially abruptly in this leaky night.

All the purple-clothed guards softened and formed a formation in an instant.

Each group tried to keep their eyes open and look into the distance.

Suddenly, behind everyone's eyes, a handsome Taoist man in white fell down, carrying a long sword and holding a dust.

The Taoist approached and said with a smile: "Manager Shen, you are so underestimated that you are so underestimated that you have even scolded the poor Dao?"

The general manager saw him and laughed and said: "The ice heart is silent, and the snow clothes are bloodless." Ouyang Dao Chang is naturally different from those laymen. ”

In the past few years, many rising stars have risen in the rivers and lakes, and Baimu Daoren, the master of the Ice Heart View of Zhongxi Lake, is one of the people who know the other.

It is said that his swordsmanship is unique, the speed of the sword is so fast, the person who was assassinated by him, even the blood does not come and spurt out, and he falls to the ground and dies.

Recently, some people even said that his swordsmanship could already compete with the "Diancang Sword Faction", which ranked first on the "Wuzun List".

And the treasure of Zhenguan that he never left his body, the "Sword of Silence", is a divine weapon that is relished in the martial arts.

Baimu Daoren smiled lightly: "Who doesn't know that the four tyrants of Xichuan who committed atrocities in the green forest in the early years died under the pen of the judge of the 'Shura Hand' Shen Wuji, and now they have become the chief manager of Shen, and they are disobedient to others, isn't it a pity?"

This Dao person is a good player in the Sword Sect, from the Ice Heart Concept, and there is a cold character in his name, but he is easy-going and has no sense of cold.

Manager Shen laughed and said: "Dao Chief, this is polite, I have worshiped under the door of the master of Gongsun Zhuang, and those current affairs on the rivers and lakes have long been light-hearted, and I can do a good job of the errand assigned by the owner, and live up to the grace of the owner, so I am satisfied." ”

Baimu Daoren also smiled: "It is worthy of being the head of the famous Sun Mountain Village, Jun Zuo is just the more official he speaks, no matter what, the poor Dao will be a pillar of high incense in front of the gods today, hoping that the gods will protect him, so that the chief manager of Shen will be more troubled and more troublesome, and the eunuch will be satisfied, then it will be complete." ”

Manager Shen arched his hand and smiled: "The Taoist is too polite, then Shen will thank you." Zhuang has already placed a wing room for the heroes who came to discuss the sword, the Taoist traveled thousands of miles at night, and he was tired of wanting to come, so please follow the purple guard to the village to rest, and wait for tomorrow by the Taoist chief Shaojie Gongsun Zhuang Zhuang. ”

Baimu Daoren smiled faintly as usual: "Then there is Chief Lao Shen." ”

Suddenly, a voiceless voice said, "You are the Baimu Dao man known as 'Snow Clothes without Blood'?"

Everyone looked at the vast and sparsely populated wilderness in the distance, and they were stunned again, and Manager Shen knew that another good hand was coming, so he stepped forward and arched his hand: "Who is the good hand coming to our village?

Suddenly, everyone felt the figure behind their eyes, and another voice said behind everyone: "I'm asking him, not you, what are you talking about?"

Manager Shen and the others turned their heads, and suddenly saw that under the gate of the villa, leaning on the lamplight, after a hundred years of Baimu Dao people, there was a strange man wearing a bamboo hat, old clothes, and a slender oilcloth bag in his hand.

Manager Shen frowned and said, "Dare to ask Jun Zuo's surname?"

The strange man did not answer, but just pointed at Baimu Daodao with the oilcloth bag in his hand: "You Taoist, are you dumb? When I ask you, why do you always hide from letting people speak?"

Baimu Dao said lightly: "Poor Dao is just surrendering to the courtesy, and the guest hasn't asked yet, so Poor Dao is not good at talking to himself." ”

The weirdo smiled and said, "So, you mean I'm talking to myself?"

"How dare you, poor Dao Baimu Dao people, what Junzuo has to teach?"

"I said your sword was fast, didn't I?"

"How dare you be, it's just a matter of affection for the objects of the rivers and lakes. ”

The strange man shook his hand: "No, no, no, I asked a lot of people, and they all said that except for the 'Diancang Sect', it is your Daoist's fast sword that is unparalleled in the world." I don't care about Liu Zongxuan's old man, and in two years, it is estimated that he will return to the West. ”

Baimu Dao said: "So what did Junzuo do when he was looking for a poor road?"

The strange man sighed: "I still think you are really ice and snow smart, and you are also a fool. They all say that you are a fast sword peerless, and your name has violated my taboo, so I want to try it with you. ”

Baimu Dao said: "Junzuo is really joking, Poor Dao doesn't know what taboo Junzuo has violated." ”

The strange man wondered: "You really don't know?"

Baimu Dao said: "Poor Dao really doesn't know. ”

The strange man's right hand shook, and the oilcloth bag was openly shattered by the force, revealing a blade that looked like a sword but not a sword, like a knife but not a knife, dark as a whole, and as dull as rotten iron.

"My sword is called Wushuang, but you are also called Wushuang, which is very inappropriate. Tomorrow, we have to score a high score, unequaled, two unequaled, what else is it called?"

The purple-clothed guards listened to what he said so awkwardly, but they were old and serious, and they all laughed a few times.

Baimu Daoren didn't laugh.

He is a good hand, he knows that a blunt sword, without any sharpness, wrapped in a soft cloth, has no strength, even if he takes the soft cloth to chop stones and wood, the cloth will not necessarily crack, let alone the cloth dyed with oil, which is more tenacious and enduring.

Therefore, this cloth should be shattered by his hand, and it must be that this strange man himself has an amazing internal force, which comes out from the sword component, shrinking and cracking the oilcloth.

This kind of internal force is simply incredible.

also insisted that this strange person could be the strongest opponent he had encountered since he stepped into the rivers and lakes.

Baimu Dao's thoughts were like lightning, and for the first time in his life, he hesitated.

Once refused to think about it to him, the strange man said: "You Taoist, don't you have the courage to procrastinate so much? If you want to fight, you will fight, how dare you beat you, you will admit defeat, you don't talk about this sword, leave your sword, go back to your Taoist temple to live a long life." ”

He actually let him leave the treasure "Silence" that he never left his hand. WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~