The young man nodded: "We are all practicing in the temple. ”

"Great! Ye Haotian hasn't been home for a long time, and I can't find him, do you know where he went?" Hera asked eagerly.

"He's not at home?"

The shy young man was stunned, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Yes, I haven't been back for almost a month, and you're all practicing in the temple, don't you know where he went?"

The shy boy shook his head.

Hera was also a little disappointed, but quickly smiled: "Although Ye Haotian is not here, you are his classmate, that is our guest, come in, it's so hot, come and have a cup of tea first." ”

The shy boy hesitated, but walked in.

"I don't know what your name is. Hera asked.

"My name is Ding Ning. ”

The shy boy whispered back.

At sunset in the West Mountain, night fell, a thick cloud suddenly floated over Anyang City, and then, the raindrops of beans crackled and fell, adding a touch of coolness to the hot summer night.

A side door of the martyr's hall opened silently, Ye Haotian walked out of it with a steady step, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky like beads, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his face showed a look of infatuation and enjoyment.

After staying in the underground secret room for a whole month, the dull and hot feeling almost suffocated him, at this moment, Ye Haotian suddenly thought of the legendary black spirit clan who lived underground all day long, and didn't understand how they survived in that dark underground.

Opening his eyes and holding up the thunder umbrella, Ye Haotian walked into the rain curtain at night.

Not far from the Martyrs' Hall, under the canopy, there are several horse-drawn carriages for the temple's students, who can take you anywhere as long as you don't leave the temple's gates.

It didn't take long for Ye Haotian to come to the front gate hall, he was in a hurry to go back to Tianfu Street to see Hera, he hadn't sent a letter back for a month, Hera must have been worried, in Anyang City, a place where people are unpredictable and mixed, he hopes that this girl will definitely be caused by something because of his anxiety.

There were dozens of carriages parked side by side in front of the temple, Ye Haotian sat on one casually, reported the name of the place, and with the whip of the coachman, the wheels crushed the rain-soaked ground and drove slowly.

In the carriage that was dark and began to bumble, Ye Haotian's hand once again stroked the nameless long knife that was tied to his back on weekdays and was now across his lap.

This month's secret training, Ye Haotian's knife skills are far from being comparable to the past, and he has fully comprehended the set of "Silent Killing" of the Night Shadowless Sect, this set of assassination techniques does not have specific moves, nor is it limited to any weapon, the essence of which lies in the control of strength and speed, and the free use of Lingyuan.

Most cultivators in the world like to use the sword as a weapon, and among the many weapons, the sword also has the reputation of the emperor of soldiers.

The same is true of Ye Haotian in his previous life, his grandfather and even the entire family are proud of using swords, just to hide their identity, to be precise, in order to hide the identity of the Demon Sword Mountains and Rivers, he began to cultivate other weapons and physical arts. Of course, the cultivation of boxing is not unrelated to Bai Ze.

Horse-drawn carriages traveled through the night, and the streets and alleys of Anyang City crisscrossed like a dense net, driving into an alley after passing through several wide and straight alleys.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is already water in the alley, and the streets of Anyang City are paved with smooth bluestone, even the remote alley is no exception, but not long after driving into the alley, the car suddenly began to bumpy.

After a few strange sounds sounded from under the car, and the carriage had some strange swings, the carriage slowly stopped, and the middle-aged man who was driving the car explained softly to Ye Haotian in the carriage with some apologies: "Xu is that the axle repair was not very good last time, and I have been in a hurry, so there are some problems." ”

Ye Haotian asked a few innocuous words about whether there would be a problem with the car tomorrow morning, and it was not far from Tianfu Street, so he declined the temple handyman's proposal to rent a carriage nearby to send him to Tianfu Street, and let him repair the car by himself, and then held up the mine umbrella, dripping rain, and walked to Tianfu Street.

Some of the streets and alleys on the periphery of Tianfu Street are mostly ordinary houses, and these residents who have worked hard all day during the day have fallen asleep sweetly at the moment, and occasionally the faint light of lanterns swaying uneasily under the bleak rain and fog.

This kind of situation is very familiar to Ye Haotian, the rain in Anyang in summer is frequent, and no matter how bleak the rain and fog is, it can't cause him more emotions, but just after walking through a dark alleyway, his brows suddenly frowned deeply.

He looked up at the roof on the left side of his head, and the strong intuition that ordinary cultivators did not have, made his spirit instantly concentrate to the extreme.

At the moment when he looked up, several faint noises suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the alley.

More than a dozen arrows were deliberately sharpened to reduce the sound of breaking through the air, and the crossbow arrows spilled from the roof with a terrible killing intent.

Ye Haotian's face was slightly cold, his body quickly lowered down, and he quickly flashed under the eaves on one side, and flashed all the arrows in this round with great ease.

Dingdingding......

There was a dense explosion, and the missing crossbow arrows jumped on the ground like broken dry thatch, and scattered large raindrops in all directions.

There was a stumble of footsteps in the rain.

In the alley behind him, twenty or thirty figures flashed.

These twenty or thirty figures have cold light on their backs, they are dressed in black, wearing rain hats, and in their hands, they are all holding sharpened bamboo spears several meters long.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures also poured out of the alley in front of him, carrying sharp weapons on their backs, holding sharpened bamboo spears in their hands.

Ye Haotian's face did not change.

He took a deep breath, his left hand holding the umbrella lowered slightly, and his right hand grasped the pitch-black hilt.

Ye Haotian didn't know where these people came from, but he had guessed that it was related to King Zhou, but he didn't expect that their news was so well-informed, and he was ambushed as soon as he left the temple.

From the pace of these people and the momentum faintly emanating from their bodies, it can be seen that they are all extremely experienced veterans, and the highest cultivation seems to be only three realms, but the experience and number of people have made up for the gap in strength.

It was still some distance from Tianfu Street, and the sound of rain was covered, and it was impossible for Hera to find him fighting, and the narrow alleys were even more unfavorable, and there were archers ambushing in the shadows, so the only way out was to get out of here as soon as possible.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Haotian's long knife came out of the sheath, his body was slightly prostrate, and he was close to the eaves, bringing up a rapidly flowing black wind, and rushed forward.

At the entrance of the alley in front of him, the four or five people in front of him felt his amazing speed and the reflection of the long knife in his hand for the first time, and these people didn't seem to expect that the target they were going to assassinate had such strength, and their eyes were a little afraid for a moment, but in the next moment, they still came up and made room for the people behind them.