Beihai is a coastal city in the territory of Hu State, close to the Bohai Sea.

The Holy Stop of the North Sea is like a protruding cliff on the mainland, surrounded by the sea on three sides and the mountains on the west.

The mountain walls around the sea are as smooth as if they had been cut by a knife, and the surface is smooth, even if it is a gecko, they do not want to climb on it.

Therefore, if people are forced into this place, there is no other way but to jump into the sea.

However, the sea around the Holy Stop, even if the immortals fell, they were not lucky.

At that time, Jiang Xianren did not believe in evil, jumped from the Beihai Holy Stop, and disappeared from the world.

Since then, the sea around the Holy Stop has been forbidden to all countries, and no one has ever set foot on it.

Above the cliffs, the ground was flat, with only a few low dead grasses tossed by the sea breeze.

The saints came to mortuary, and most of them were headed south and feet north.

On the south side of the cliff, there is the least amount of weeds, and most of it is gray soil.

On the east side of the cliff, there is a wooden pillar, about half a zhang high, and there are four red characters of "Beihai Holy Stop" written on it.

And on the north side of the cliff, the grass is everywhere, and their small bodies stand humble and stubborn.

Du Zhiqing looked at these withered grasses, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but appear in the corner of his eyes.

Back then, it was also winter, and her thin body was like a withered grass in the freshmen on trial, which was quite eye-catching.

She looked much weaker than the freshmen around her, as if she would fall if the wind blew.

However, in the cold winter that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, she wore a thin yellow coat and asked for training stones on her body again and again.

Every time a stone was added to the basket behind her, she would sway for a long time.

However, she just stood stubbornly like that, and stood until the end.

I don't know if this dead grass will be able to see you again in this life.

The sea breeze blew from the north, ruffling his hair and diluting his thoughts.

He shook his head, and four words came to his heart: wishful thinking.

Since Song Yun is by her side, why do she need him to care.

Du Shiqing turned around and saw the pillar, standing abruptly on the cliff, looking at the entire cliff.

Isn't that his other student, Li Changsheng.

Since he entered the school, not to mention students, even teachers, they have all looked up to him to grow up.

And now, I don't know where he went.

Master Li said that let him hold on until Li Changsheng arrived.

However, this insistence is inevitably too difficult.

In the small forest deep in the mountains behind them, there are figures moving.

Du Zhiqing didn't need to look at it to know that someone was coming, because the person who came did not deliberately hide it.

The sound of their footsteps and the creaking of broken branches were clearly heard in the quiet cliff.

Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the day of the lover date in the Southern Dynasty.

And Du Zhiqing, alone, stood on top of this Beihai Holy Stop, and made an appointment with two groups of tigers.

If he dies like this, it will save trouble, and there is no need for people to be sent to the Holy Stop.

Du Zhiqing smiled bitterly and reached out to take off the streamer sword wrapped in black cloth from his back.

Whether you can live or not, not only depends on Li Changsheng, but also on yourself, on this sword used as bait.

If the bait is well sown, the gap exposed by the tigers will be larger, and the chance of their own survival will be greater.

And before he cast the bait, no matter how fierce the tiger was, he could only lie on the ground.

Because this is the seaside, he can drop the bait into the sea at will.

Therefore, Du Zhiqing took the streamer sword, gently slapped the palm of his other hand, and slowly turned around.

He wanted to see what the tiger looked like was lying next to him.

It's a pity that he didn't have him in the eyes of the two groups of tigers.

Zhan Song stood on the south side of the cliff, followed by hundreds of people in golden silkworm robes.

Zhan Song looked at Meng Shulie who was standing in front of him, raised the wine jug, and let the fragrance of the wine overflow from his mouth, overflowing the entire holy stop.

And the man in front of him, the sword wound on his forehead, looked particularly hideous today, but what was even more hideous was the expression on Meng Shulie's face.

He was like a blood-licking tiger, curling his tongue and licking his fist, and after licking it, he said, "Before I came, I killed a lot of people, and I got over it first." ”

Behind him was a group of Beiping guards in golden armor.

Zhan Song finished pouring the wine jug in one go, he burped, patted his belly with his only remaining left hand and said, "Beiping's personal guards, there are a lot less, Sun Wancheng is dead?" ”

Today's treasure hunting, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty handed over all the people under the dragon chair to Zhan Song, but the Beiping guards did not arrive, which made Zhan Song feel puzzled.

Could it be that in the eyes of Emperor Hu, the strongest Three Holy Legions of the Southern Dynasty would not be as good as the Beiping guards?

"Dead, all dead." When he said this, Meng Shulie looked very excited, "It's good to die, if he doesn't die, how can that old immortal hand over his personal guards to me to command, if he doesn't die, how can I screw off the old immortal's head to pay tribute to my flowers." ”

Zhan Song didn't know who Huahua was, but he knew who the old immortal was in Meng Shulie's mouth.

Unexpectedly, the heroic Emperor Hu died in the hands of his son, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Southern Dynasty.

There was a gleam in his eyes.

"Where's your arm? What about the Three Holy Legions? No, it's a lot less. Meng Shulie sneered, "Ranger world, but since the battle of Gangneung, I heard that you, a ranger with uncertain whereabouts, are like an eagle without wings, staying in the palace all day long, don't you get tired?" ”

Zhan Song looked at his empty right sleeve, and the pride on his face was much less.

He once wandered in the world with pride, a wine and a punch, sweeping away the injustices in the world.

Everywhere the figure passes, all beings worship, like gods.

But how can there be a god with a broken arm in the world?

He is proud, and even more inferior, the kind of inferiority that comes from his bones, and he has no father and mother since he was born, is deeply engraved in his bone marrow.

Therefore, he needs the approval of others, and he needs the respect of everyone.

Only in this way can he forget the destituteness of those who were despised by others for more than ten years and lived on the streets.

Since you can't become a god, why bother with the world.

But can he really let it go?

If he could let go, how could he resent the man who had broken his arm?

"Li Changsheng!" He bit out three words from his mouth, and also bit out his hatred.

When Meng Shulie heard these three words, the sneer on his face immediately disappeared, and he said with a serious expression, "He has changed a lot. ”

"It's not a change, it's a change." Zhan Song shook his head, "He even changed his name because he didn't remember, he had amnesia, and he even forgot his boxing skills." ”

"Lost... "Monshfried recalled the word in disbelief.

The news from the Beiping Heavenly Prison that that terrible guy really didn't act terrible enough.

If it was Li Changsheng in the past, how could there be so many living mouths left in the prison.

Li Changsheng is not a person who is easy to kill, but under his whale swallowing the world's fist, there will not be any small fish and shrimp that slip through the net.

"So today he will surely die." Monshfried said.

A smile came back to his face.

He is the eldest prince and has always been pressed by the emperor.

He was a master of the Four Saints, and he was pressed by Li Changsheng.

This feeling is so uncomfortable!

After today, there will be no one in the world who can crush him.

How could this not make him happy.

"But you came empty-handed, and you underestimated him." Zhan Song also had a smile on his face.

He pointed at Du Shiqing with his left hand and said, "That sword, I will borrow it from you first." ”

Meng Shulie didn't look at the sword, he still stared at Zhan Song's face, and said word by word, "After killing, here is a battle of life and death." ”

He not only wants Li Changsheng's life, but he also wants Zhan Song's life, only in this way can he be regarded as the strongest person in this continent.

"Good!" Zhan Song's palm spread out, and the wine jug fell to the ground.

The sound of the wine jug falling to the ground was not heavy, but in Du Zhiqing's heart, it seemed to have been hit by a boulder.

He knew that Zhan Song would only put down the flask when he was in action.

His palms were sweaty, and his body was a little stiff.

He realized that he had made a serious mistake.

He thought that with the bait, the tiger would be obedient.

But in front of the tiger, he didn't even have the ability to throw bait.

The two fierce tigers joined forces, and in just an instant, the streamer sword in his hand was taken away.

And his people, carried by Zhan Song, came to the side of the wooden pillar.

"If you were Liu Luo, I would never dare to take the sword." Zhan Song said lightly.

Du Shiqing understood what he meant.

Although Liu Luo's strength is far inferior to him, her heart and determination are incomparable to herself.

If she had held the sword, the flask had not yet landed, but she was afraid that the sword had been thrown out of the cliff.

And I can't make this determination after all.

To hesitate in front of the two Four Saint Masters is really a joke.

Now he is a joke and is being hung from a cliff with a rope.

The top end of the rope is tied to a wooden post.

Du Zhiqing couldn't laugh, and the tigers didn't treat him as a joke, the tigers were using him as bait.

Under his head, the raging waves kept crashing against the cliff wall, splashing snow-white waves, as white as a falling back.

If he wanted to, he could break these ropes made of golden silk at any time and fall into the arms of the waves.

But he didn't do it after all.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that he will not see the fall.

I don't know how Bianliang will laugh at him when he sees him like this.

He didn't want to be a salted fish, but now he was like a salted fish, hanging in the cliff.

"Will he come?" Monshulie sat on the dead grass, his eyes fixed on the sword in his hand.

It was really a good sword, the body of the sword was in the sun, it was a thin light, and the sword movement was light.

But no matter how good a sword is, it must have a worthy prey.

"Li Changsheng won't, Bianliang will!" Zhan Song leaned against the wooden pillar and listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the wall.

Because of the high cliff, the sound was not very loud, but the voice, no matter how light it was, he could hear it.

It was like the sound of his broken arm, which he had heard in countless nights, in his dreams.

This voice has always been engraved in the bottom of his heart, and he wants to erase it, first of all, the person who made it.

"If Bianliang comes, don't run away from you." Zhan Song's voice was colder, colder than the sea breeze blowing from the north.