(Thanks to Dugu Shixin for the reward)

This innocent woman is none other than Liu Wu, and it was Jiang Yin who called her just now.

Jiang Yin always felt that this catkins had bad intentions for Jiang Zixiao, so he found the note with the contact information that Liu Wu gave him that day, and called her with the newly bought mobile phone.

He made an appointment to meet Liu Wu on Qingyun Pedestrian Street.

At ten o'clock in the evening, catkins appeared in front of him. "I'm sorry, I'm late." Liu Wu said apologetically.

Jiang Yin ignored her pretentiousness and asked directly, "Who are you?" ”

Liu Wu was stunned for a moment, and then said coquettishly: "I'm Liu Wu, you don't recognize me." ”

Jiang Yin still didn't have any expression on his face, "What is your purpose in deliberately approaching Jiang Zixiao?" ”

"You...... What are you talking about," Liu Yin didn't expect Jiang Yin to suddenly ask these questions when she came out by herself, according to her thoughts, Jiang Yin should have taken a fancy to herself, and wanted to ask herself out and then pursue herself, so she really didn't have any psychological preparation for Jiang Yin's questions.

Seeing that Liu Wu was still deliberately pretending to be stupid, Jiang Yin also lost his patience, he stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbed Liu Wu's neck, and said coldly: "No matter what your purpose is, you are not allowed to approach Zi Xiao again, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." ”

Liu Wu was choked by Jiang Yin's neck, a painful look appeared on his face, and he said delicately: "Oh, you hurt me." ”

Jiang Yin sneered, "With your second-layer martial artist cultivation, you won't be able to stand this bit of strength, right?" ”

Liu Wu didn't expect Jiang Yin to actually see through her cultivation, she knew that there was no point in pretending to be any longer, so her face turned cold, "Let it go." ”

Jiang Yin let go of his right hand when he heard this, and warned: "If I see you approaching Jiang Zixiao, it won't be so easy to talk to." ”

After saying that, he didn't care how the catkins reacted, and turned to leave.

Liu Fu stared at Jiang Yin's back, her eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire, she didn't expect Jiang Yin to be attracted to herself at all, you must know that the exercises she practiced had a strong attraction to men.

……

In a restaurant in Shanhaijia, two men are sitting at a dining table, chatting while eating.

"It's strange for you to say, who left the mysterious stone cave in Xingyuan Valley at the beginning, there are so many good things in it." A black-faced man took a sip of wine and said.

"Yes," said a middle-aged man with a short beard sitting across from him, "especially that sword, it can really be called an Excalibur." That day, the nameless young man held a sword in his hand and easily killed a martial king. ”

Hearing the short-bearded middle-aged man call the young man who got the sword an unknown young man, the black-faced man corrected: "He is not a nameless young man, I heard that there was a girl present at the time who called out his name, it seems to be called Purple Shadow." ”

Then he said with some envy: "This purple shadow is really lucky, with that sword, the heads of the various sects of the Shanhaijia don't dare to provoke him." ”

"If it were me, after I got that sword, I would definitely start a sect in the mountains and seas, but why did the purple shadow disappear like this?" The middle-aged man said with some puzzlement.

After a pause, he said: "Last time, this matter was really suspicious, not only the purple shadow was missing, but even the young man who got the conch melon disappeared. ”

The black-faced man said: "Yes, I heard that the people of the Wheel Mirror Sect have been looking for the young man who got the conch melon and looked very abstract, but after such a long time, there is still no news. Later, Zou Kai, the head of the Wheel Mirror Sect, decided that the young man was a disciple of the Roundabout, so he led someone to kill the Roundabout......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by the middle-aged man, "Don't say it, this is the territory of the Wheel Mirror Sect, and it's not something we can afford to provoke." ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's reminder, the black-faced man hurriedly stopped, and the two of them began to eat with their heads bored.

Neither of them noticed that on a table not far behind them, there was a long-haired man who had no expression on his face, and his eyes were slightly blood-red, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

When he heard the two Han men mention the Xingyuan Valley Sword, his blood-red pupils suddenly contracted.

After about fifteen minutes, the black-faced man and the middle-aged man had finished their lunch, and after settling the meal money, they went out together.

When the two of them walked to the bottom of a mountain peak, the black-faced man suddenly stopped and said, "I seem to feel a cold aura following us all the time?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded, "I also didn't feel well just now. ”

As he spoke, he turned and shouted, "Which friend is following us?" ”

At this moment, a man came out from behind a small hill not far from them, this man was thin, with long hair, and there was no expression on his face, except that in one of his eyes, there was a palpitating blood red.

The black-faced man and the middle-aged man were both ninth-level martial artists' cultivators, while this long-haired man was only at the eighth-level realm of martial artists.

Although the long-haired man looked bewitching, after all, his cultivation was lower than the two of them, so the black-faced man was not afraid, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing with us?" ”

The long-haired man walked slowly towards them and asked in a hoarse and cold voice, "Who took the sword from the stone cave in Xingyuan Valley?" ”

Seeing that he was so rude, the black-faced man sneered, "Who are you, I want to tell you." ”

The long-haired man glanced at the black-faced man expressionlessly, and slowly walked towards him.

Touching the blood-red and empty eyes of the long-haired man, the black-faced man couldn't help but shudder.

"Don't come here," the black-faced man flashed a hint of self-defense intuition in his heart, and pulled a short axe from his waist.

The long-haired man didn't seem to hear it, but instead quickened his pace, and when he came to three meters in front of the black-faced man, he suddenly turned into a vertical figure and pounced on the two of them.

The black-faced man didn't expect an eighth-level martial artist to move so fast, and in shock, the black-faced man slashed at the long-haired man with a short axe, and the short-bearded middle-aged man also kicked out quickly.

The long-haired man's figure was like a ghost, and in just a moment, he appeared in front of the two of them, and at the same time, he shot like lightning, flicking a finger on the wrist of the black-faced man holding the axe and the middle-aged man's leg bone.

The black-faced man and the two felt as if they had been electrocuted on their middle fingers, and a sense of powerlessness surged up on their bodies. Before they could make the next move, they realized that they had been choked by the throat by the long-haired man.

He, is he really an eighth-level martial artist? The eyes of the black-faced man were full of horror.

"Who took the sword?" The long-haired man's eyes were blood-red, and there was still no emotion in his tone.

"It was taken by a man named Purple Shadow." The black-faced man's voice trembled a little.

"Where is he?" The long-haired man asked.

"I don't know," the black-faced man said truthfully.

Seeing a murderous flash in the long-haired man's eyes, the black-faced man shouted, "Really...... We really don't know. ”

"What about the mountains and seas? Also taken away by him? ”

"Mountains and seas?" The black-faced man and the middle-aged man glanced at each other, and said with some confusion: "What kind of mountain and sea tricks, we haven't heard of it." ”

The long-haired man couldn't ask anything when he asked no more, the internal force in his body was working, and a suction force appeared in the palm of his hand.

The black-faced man had a frightened look in his eyes, they felt that all the internal force in their bodies was sucked from their throats to the outside of their bodies, and they wanted to struggle, but they found that they couldn't move at all.

After about twenty minutes, the bodies of the black-faced man and the two men remained motionless, apparently out of breath.

The long-haired man tossed their corpses in his hand and muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, "Purple Shadow ......"

At this time, the aura on his body was even colder and stronger than before. If the black-faced big man was still alive, he would find that his cultivation had broken through from the eighth level of the martial artist just now to the ninth level of the martial artist.