Start updating the second chapter of the first volume.,Next month it's basically updating the public volume.,Let's keep it first.。

There's no way, if I don't change the first 100,000 words, my book will be finished, sorry sorry, anyway, I won't be a eunuch, the outline has been written to 600,000 words.

"Gallop to the north and be squeamish, and sing to the south wind to Deadpool!"

Cold and rainy night, in the nameless small county.

It was night, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the city was torn by fierce winds and torrential rain.

The torrential rain pouring down from the sky smashed on the bluestone slabs, splashing countless tiny water droplets, forming a thin layer of water mist.

On the hundred-year-old bluestone slab official road in the small county town, a pale man dressed in black and holding a black knife walked peacefully in the torrential rain.

Under the downpour, the man in black was already soaked, and his black hair was hanging down, but even so, the momentum on his body was still as cold as a knife and arrogant as a demon.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and in the rain of beans beating indiscriminately, countless hurried footsteps suddenly sounded.

More than a dozen men in strong suits wearing rain gear and robes frantically slashed at the man in black in the heavy rain on the long street in an instant.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the dazzling electric light instantly illuminated the bluestone long street in the dark night, and in the dazzling electric light, the specific face and expression of the man in black were blurred by the mist set off by the heavy rain falling on the ground.

But even so, his cold and cruel eyes like an eternal cold pool, and lonely like a lone wolf in the wilderness, still seemed to penetrate the barrier of the mist and see through the true colors of those who attacked.

"Gongzi Yu!"

In the pouring rain, a cold voice with boundless killing intent passed through the layers of rain curtains into the ears of more than a dozen men in cloth, making them unconsciously frightened, and their bodies involuntarily paused for a fraction of a breath.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, a burly man at the head of these clothed men knew that something was wrong, and immediately roared, raised his morale and swung his knife to slash at the man in black not far in front of him.

At this moment, the rolling thunder in the sky happened to explode, and more than ten snow-bright knife lights flashed, and these men, who were all first- and second-rate experts in the rivers and lakes, slashed towards the black-clothed man's whole body with hideous faces, as if he was going to chop him into pieces in the next moment.

However, their excitement lasted for less than a second, and then with everyone's endless dazzling sword light, the continuous rain curtain in front of the black-clothed man was suddenly torn apart, and endless chills and pain instantly came from the vital points around them.

"Boom!"

In less than a second, the knife light lit up, and the knife light entered the sheath.

On the long street of bluestone, except for the corpses of more than ten big men who died on the street, and the more than ten pairs of robes on their bodies that were broken by the sword light in the moment of confrontation, there were no more characteristics of fighting.

A Jianghu encounter was not an instant, it suddenly rose and then ended.

The corpses on the bluestone road are everywhere, the red blood and water are flowing freely, and more than ten masters of the rivers and lakes who have worked hard for decades of hard cultivation are buried in this nameless county, like a slaughtered white chicken!

Shuren sword, street fighting, mourning so.

In the rolling thunder, the man in black continued to limp with a black knife in his hand, and the rain continued to crackle and fall on his black clothes, and in the pouring rain, the red blood that had just flowed out of his black clothes was washed away by the torrential rain in an instant.

In the downpour, on the long street of bluestone, except for the slight slowdown in his footsteps, his footsteps were still as firm as ever, and his face was still as cold as ice, and it was difficult to know his emotions.

……

Between the thousands of miles of mountains, the place where the mountains return to the sea.

In the most dangerous and mysterious forbidden mountain range in the northwest of the Great Xuan Dynasty, where it was difficult for outsiders to set foot for half a step, in a remote part of a building complex shrouded by the thunder formation, a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth and clear eyebrows looked blankly at the vast snow-capped mountains outside the window.

From his blank eyes and the constant action of tapping the wooden window with his slender jade fingers, it is not difficult to see that he is uneasy in his heart at this time.

The young man's name is Zhou Luo, and he was originally an ordinary university scholar on the distant blue star of another world, and his life was comfortable and decadent.

However, after a nap, he, a passer-by man who had not experienced any tragic car accidents, nor inadvertently cut his fingers, and had a magic weapon to drop blood to recognize the master, suddenly crossed into this world after a simple nap, and became a member of the top sect in this world, --- the Beiluo Star Palace.

After crossing over to this world, as a descendant of a sect whose ancestors had been rooted for hundreds of years, he naturally received good treatment and care from the sect after the death of his unlucky parents, who were disciples of the Beiluo Star Palace.

As a huge sect that has been inherited for 3,700 years, Zhou Luo should not have the kind of villain who is so brain-dead that he wants to bully Zhou Luo, a descendant of the Root Miao Red Sect.

Although his Zhou Luo's parents also had some enemies and opponents in the sect who were not quite right, as well as a bunch of intricate grievances, these misunderstandings were naturally eliminated after the death of his parents, and there was no continuation of blood to his weak descendant.

After all, not to mention that few enemies can do this kind of thing, first of all, the sect does not allow it.

Therefore, Zhou Luo has lived comfortably in this world for a full sixteen years, without any of the protagonist's unique humiliation process, and even today, ten years after the death of his parents, he finally became one of the three thousand official disciples of the sect with his own efforts.

Although it sounds like the identity of one of the three thousand official disciples of a sect is very inconspicuous, as one of the seven major sects of the Great Xuan Dynasty with a population of hundreds of billions, the Beiluo Star Hall has enough strength and prestige.

And for an ordinary teenager, to become one of the three thousand official disciples of the Beiluo Star Palace, the difficulty of this is tantamount to becoming a champion of arts and sciences in the previous life earth college entrance examination.

Every young man who can become an official disciple of the Beiluo Star Hall is not inferior to the Tianjiao disciples of any of the big counties in the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Zhou Luo's talent is certainly okay, but it has not reached such an excellent point, and the biggest reason why he was able to catch up with those true geniuses and become one of the official disciples was because of his golden finger --- Hongmeng Babel Tower as a traverser.

The ability of the Hongmeng Babel Tower is very peculiar, it has a total of thirty-three layers, each of its layers corresponds to a unique inheritance and magic weapon ability that comes randomly, it has awakened as soon as Zhou Luo was born and opened his eyes after crossing into this world.

At that time, consciousness was hazy - >>

Hazy, he only felt that all his mind was sucked into the first layer of the Hongmeng Babel Tower in his mind, and then when he came back to his senses, he had become a man in black clothes in the rainstorm and slashing towards the black clothes on the long street, and the next second, before he could think for a moment or two, he was swallowed and drowned by the wisps of broken magnification and terrifying sword light in front of him that suddenly lit up and disappeared suddenly.

This is the first time in Zhou Luo's life to open the golden finger experience, and it is the first time he has experienced the pain of death, and it is also the first time in his life that he has seen the dazzling knife technique that can only be seen in anime in his previous life appear in the world.

That touch of snow-white knife qi floated down like moonlight in the sky, without a trace of mundane aura, it was really as beautiful as a fairy.

"Master Fu's sword technique is really terrifying."

"Gallop to the north and be squeamish, and sing to the south wind to Deadpool!"

Cold and rainy night, in the nameless small county.

It was night, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the city was torn by fierce winds and torrential rain.

The torrential rain pouring down from the sky smashed on the bluestone slabs, splashing countless tiny water droplets, forming a thin layer of water mist.

On the hundred-year-old bluestone slab official road in the small county town, a pale man dressed in black and holding a black knife walked peacefully in the torrential rain.

Under the downpour, the man in black was already soaked, and his black hair was hanging down, but even so, the momentum on his body was still as cold as a knife and arrogant as a demon.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and in the rain of beans beating indiscriminately, countless hurried footsteps suddenly sounded.

More than a dozen men in strong suits wearing rain gear and robes frantically slashed at the man in black in the heavy rain on the long street in an instant.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the dazzling electric light instantly illuminated the bluestone long street in the dark night, and in the dazzling electric light, the specific face and expression of the man in black were blurred by the mist set off by the heavy rain falling on the ground.

But even so, his cold and cruel eyes like an eternal cold pool, and lonely like a lone wolf in the wilderness, still seemed to penetrate the barrier of the mist and see through the true colors of those who attacked.

"Gongzi Yu!"

In the pouring rain, a cold voice with boundless killing intent passed through the layers of rain curtains into the ears of more than a dozen men in cloth, making them unconsciously frightened, and their bodies involuntarily paused for a fraction of a breath.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, a burly man at the head of these clothed men knew that something was wrong, and immediately roared, raised his morale and swung his knife to slash at the man in black not far in front of him.

At this moment, the rolling thunder in the sky happened to explode, and more than ten snow-bright knife lights flashed, and these men, who were all first- and second-rate experts in the rivers and lakes, slashed towards the black-clothed man's whole body with hideous faces, as if he was going to chop him into pieces in the next moment.

However, their excitement lasted for less than a second, and then with everyone's endless dazzling sword light, the continuous rain curtain in front of the black-clothed man was suddenly torn apart, and endless chills and pain instantly came from the vital points around them.

"Boom!"

In less than a second, the knife light lit up, and the knife light entered the sheath.

On the long street of bluestone, except for the corpses of more than ten big men who died on the street, and the more than ten pairs of robes on their bodies that were broken by the sword light in the moment of confrontation, there were no more characteristics of fighting.

A Jianghu encounter was not an instant, it suddenly rose and then ended.

The corpses on the bluestone road are everywhere, the red blood and water are flowing freely, and more than ten masters of the rivers and lakes who have worked hard for decades of hard cultivation are buried in this nameless county, like a slaughtered white chicken!

Shuren sword, street fighting, mourning so.

In the rolling thunder, the man in black continued to limp with a black knife in his hand, and the rain continued to crackle and fall on his black clothes, and in the pouring rain, the red blood that had just flowed out of his black clothes was washed away by the torrential rain in an instant.

In the downpour, on the long street of bluestone, except for the slight slowdown in his footsteps, his footsteps were still as firm as ever, and his face was still as cold as ice, and it was difficult to know his emotions.

……

Between the thousands of miles of mountains, the place where the mountains return to the sea.

In the most dangerous and mysterious forbidden mountain range in the northwest of the Great Xuan Dynasty, where it was difficult for outsiders to set foot for half a step, in a remote part of a building complex shrouded by the thunder formation, a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth and clear eyebrows looked blankly at the vast snow-capped mountains outside the window.

From his blank eyes and the constant action of tapping the wooden window with his slender jade fingers, it is not difficult to see that he is uneasy in his heart at this time.

The young man's name is Zhou Luo, and he was originally an ordinary university scholar on the distant blue star of another world, and his life was comfortable and decadent.

However, after a nap, he, a passer-by man who had not experienced any tragic car accidents, nor inadvertently cut his fingers, and had a magic weapon to drop blood to recognize the master, suddenly crossed into this world after a simple nap, and became a member of the top sect in this world, --- the Beiluo Star Palace.

After crossing over to this world, as a descendant of a sect whose ancestors had been rooted for hundreds of years, he naturally received good treatment and care from the sect after the death of his unlucky parents, who were disciples of the Beiluo Star Palace.

As a huge sect that has been inherited for 3,700 years, Zhou Luo should not have the kind of villain who is so brain-dead that he wants to bully Zhou Luo, a descendant of the Root Miao Red Sect.

Although his Zhou Luo's parents also had some enemies and opponents in the sect who were not quite right, as well as a bunch of intricate grievances, these misunderstandings were naturally eliminated after the death of his parents, and there was no continuation of blood to his weak descendant.

After all, not to mention that few enemies can do this kind of thing, first of all, the sect does not allow it.

Therefore, Zhou Luo has lived comfortably in this world for a full sixteen years, without any of the protagonist's unique humiliation process, and even today, ten years after the death of his parents, he finally became one of the three thousand official disciples of the sect with his own efforts.

Although it sounds like the identity of one of the three thousand official disciples of a sect is very inconspicuous, as one of the seven major sects of the Great Xuan Dynasty with a population of hundreds of billions, the Beiluo Star Hall has enough strength and prestige.

And for an ordinary teenager, to become one of the three thousand official disciples of the Beiluo Star Palace, the difficulty of this is tantamount to becoming a champion of arts and sciences in the previous life earth college entrance examination.

Every young man who can become an official disciple of the Beiluo Star Hall is not inferior to the Tianjiao disciples of any of the big counties in the Great Xuan Dynasty.

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