That night, after Yang Zhen was full of wine and food, he opened a room in this inn.

When the room was opened, the fat shopkeeper hesitated, wanting to say that there was no room anymore, Yang Zhen took out an ingot of ten taels of silver on the counter, the hesitation on the fat shopkeeper's face disappeared completely, and the smile immediately piled up on his face, and he said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, no problem, no problem, I'll arrange it for you, I'll arrange it for you, I'll arrange it for you......"

"Send someone to buy me two new clothes! Just choose black as the color, remember! I want to buy according to my figure! Also, hurry up and bring me a large bucket of bath water to my room. ”

Yang Zhen auctioned out another ingot of ten taels of silver on the counter.

There was white silver to open the way, and the fat shopkeeper smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he didn't say half a "no" again.

……

Soon, a Tianzi room belonged to Yang Zhen.

The hot water and new clothes that Yang Zhen asked for were also quickly delivered to the room one by one.

After more than two months, in the game, he finally took a hot bath again.

……

After more than half an hour, when he washed his whole body and changed into clean black clothes, his dirty hair had been cleaned and black and shiny. More than an inch of stubble has also been scraped off.

The whole person has returned to its previous freshness.

When everything was over, Yang Zhen went offline to rest.

……

At eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, when Yang Zhen, who was dressed in new black clothes and in high spirits, came down from the stairs of the inn, the people who saw him along the way, whether they had seen his image yesterday or those who had not seen him, all paid attention to him.

Especially the shopkeeper and the little two of the inn.

They never expected that the beggar-like figure from yesterday would become like this after only one night.

Under this kind of gaze, Yang Zhen ate breakfast at the inn without hurrying.

And only then continue on the road.

The road was calm on the day.

Before leaving the city, Yang Zhen bought a big yellow horse for walking, fifty taels of silver.

But it was only this day that was calm.

Soon after he hit the road the next morning, Yang Zhen, who was galloping on the official road, had to rein in the horse.

In front of the official road, about forty or fifty meters away, a black-clothed man wearing a hat and pressing the handle of a knife on his waist stood silently in the middle of the official road.

Yang Zhen grabbed the reins of the horse and slowly approached.

"Who are you? Why are you in my way? ”

These two questions are now the questions in Yang Zhen's heart.

At this time, the man in front of him slowly raised his head.

A long face that was so black that only white in his eyes was indifferent.

"Death!"

The black-clothed man with a long face suddenly lifted the hat on his head, and the figure that was still standing there silently suddenly rushed towards Yang Zhen, and the speed was so fast that Yang Zhen had only seen it in his life.

This person's speed alone is definitely higher than the last time Nanxing died under his claws. You must know that Nanxing has cultivated the Ling Bo microstep taken from the Dali Duan clan.

"Choke!"

The figure that suddenly rushed over rushed to the front in an instant, and suddenly jumped into the air, and a knife fell from the sky in the air, and at this time, the sound of his knife coming out of the sheath sounded.

So fast?

At this time, Yang Zhen barely reacted.

This person's knife technique was so fast that Yang Zhen was startled, and he subconsciously dodged to the side.

But where can he dodge today?

"Snort"

At the last moment, Yang Zhen's recent hard practice of the first style of the Fengshen leg - chasing the wind and catching shadows, finally came out with results, except for the knife in his left shoulder that was more than an inch deep and the blood flowed like a note, he did not lose his surname.

"Whirring ......"

The wind and shadow catching figure method flashed twice in a row, and the figure flashed to the person more than twenty meters away, Yang Zhen stopped the figure, and his pupils contracted and fell on the wound on his left shoulder.

The crimson blood had already stained his shoulders, and the blood was still pouring out.

"Whew......"

Yang Zhengang stopped and glanced at the wound on his left shoulder, and the man chased after him like an appendage, and the long knife that had been stained with the blood on Yang Zhen's shoulder slashed down in the air again.

It's as fast as it was before.

Seeing that the scene just now seemed to be repeated, Yang Zhen's figure flashed again and again, and once again appeared more than twenty meters away.

The first time he was injured under his knife, it was not that Yang Zhen's martial arts were too inferior to him, but that this person had no warning when he came out of the knife, and the speed of the attack was as fast as lightning.

"Great Soul Seeker!"

This person suddenly roared, and his left hand, which was not holding the knife, suddenly stretched out and grabbed it forward, and a claw-like blood shadow shot out from his left claw, and instantly shot in front of Yang Zhen.

It was another attack without warning, and this one was even more bizarre and sudden than the first sudden attack.

The person was still more than twenty meters away, and his claw shadow had already flown in the air.

Yang Zhen's eyes shrank suddenly, and his figure flashed in embarrassment, before he barely dodged it.

The Great Soul Seeker?

These four words made Yang Zhen's face change.

Heaven and earth conquest yin and yang great compassion!

Yang Zhen remembered that the Great Soul Searching Hand was the kung fu in "Heaven and Earth Crossing Yin and Yang Great Compassion".

"Heaven and Earth Crossing Yin and Yang Great Compassion Fu" contains seven strange martial arts, and the Great Soul Searcher is one of them.

And what kind of martial arts is the heaven and earth conquest of yin and yang great compassion?

Legend has it that the seven martial arts in this book are the most sinister and vicious martial arts in the world, and legend has it that on the day it was written, blood-red rain fell in the sky, and a hundred ghosts cried at night.

Countless people in the martial arts regard it as a treasure, and they will pay any price in order to get it.

There are countless martial arts masters who died for it.

"Boom!"

As soon as Yang Zhen dodged in embarrassment again, the blood-red claw shadow fell on a cedar tree on the side of the road, and a piece of the thick cedar tree immediately disappeared in an instant.

The whole tree fell to the side of the road in an instant.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The guy who knew how to search for souls continued to show Yang Zhen the great soul searcher, and Yang Zhen successively performed the first form of the wind god leg - chasing the wind and catching shadows, and flashed through the difficulties again and again, and as a result, the big trees on the side of the road were unlucky, and they suddenly lost a large piece, and then rumbled down on the side of the road.

In just the blink of an eye, this person performed more than a dozen great soul searchers one after another.

As a result, more than a dozen cedar trees on the side of the road were broken and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen's figure, who kept dodging and dodging, flashed behind a big cedar tree, and the guy immediately grabbed it with a big claw soul searcher, and another blood-red claw shadow flew over and grabbed the big fir tree.

"Boom ......"

The tree fell without any suspense.

But Yang Zhen, who had just dodged behind the tree, completely disappeared.

Doubts couldn't help but appear in this person's eyes, and the Great Soul Seeker that had been used again and again just now had to be suspended.

Suddenly, he looked up at the sky.

The figure of Yang Zhen, who had lost his trace behind the big tree, actually swooped down from his head and feet, from a height of seven or eight meters in the sky, and a huge black palm-shaped cloud suddenly descended.

"Clouds from above?"

This person had obviously known about Yang Zhen's cultivation of the Cloud Sweeping Palm in advance.

At a glance, I could see that this palm technique falling from the sky was the clouds falling from the sky in the palm of the clouds.

This time, this person's face, which had been flat since he appeared, finally showed surprise, and the figure hurriedly retreated backwards.

"Boom ......"

Yang Zhen's missed palm blasted the ground out of a large pit more than one meter deep, and as soon as the pit was formed, his whole person chased after the person who retreated like a cannonball.

The power is unforgiving.

It has always been the only magic weapon to pursue while victory.

"Boom ......"

The man was retreating, and his left paw was still constantly casting a great soul search hand on Yang Zhen. His right hand was still tightly gripping his long knife.

Yang Zhen's figure flashed left and right, still rushing forward, quickly closing the distance between him and the man.

At this time, if someone watched Yang Zhen's pursuit route from above, they would find that Yang Zhen's pursuit route at this time was in the shape of lightning.

"Puffy ...... Pomp ......"

After a few seconds, Yang Zhen finally caught up with the man.

Two palms, two palms, and four palms hit this person's chest one after another, and the flesh and blood suddenly splashed continuously, just because Yang Zhen hit the Paiyun palm, and when the two palms hit the person, they suddenly changed their palms to claws, and when each palm was withdrawn, they grabbed a piece of flesh and blood from the person's chest.

In the blink of an eye, the man lost four pieces of flesh to his chest.

He roared in pain, gave up continuing to use the Great Soul Searching Hand, and instead held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashed at Yang Zhen who continued to pursue.

And Yang Zhen further expanded the advantage of his body at this time, his figure flashed left and right, and in the face of that person's crazy slash, Yang Zhen couldn't help but dodge his blade, kept chasing the wind and catching shadows, kept surviving around this person, and kept looking for this person's flaws.

After about two minutes, finally, there was a hole in the man's tight defense.

Yang Zhen poked over there with his right paw, unceremoniously grabbed back a piece of flesh, and the pain made the person snort. The sword momentum, which had just weakened slightly, suddenly regained its momentum.

Yang Zhen suddenly lost the opportunity to continue to expand the results.

So, he began to flash left and right again, surrounding this person, constantly looking for opportunities.

Finally, after a few more minutes, the man's knife was inevitably a little flawed by exhaustion.

As soon as he saw that little flaw, Yang Zhen immediately grabbed it again, and his body suddenly pounced there, this time it was actually grabbed by both claws at the same time.

"Puff ......"

Two more pieces of flesh were grabbed and torn off.

Blood splattered.

Bloody cruelty.

At this time, the person's entire upper body was basically soaked with blood.

Fatigue and weakness have come upon the man irrepressibly.

As the saying goes: one blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

This person used a dense knife technique to defend the surroundings of his body, and this kind of move that consumed a lot of physical strength and internal force naturally could not last forever.

Another six or seven minutes later, as Yang Zhen's left claw snatched away the long knife in this person's hand, and his right claw crushed this person's throat bone, this time the fight finally had a result.

"Black impermanence?"

After crushing the man's throat bone, and watching the man fall at his feet, Yang Zhen finally remembered the man's name.

"Black impermanence" - Yang Ziyu, the sixth ranked master on the killer list.

Actually came to kill me Yang Zhen?

Yang Zhen frowned and stood there thinking quietly.

He believed that such a master would not come to kill him for no reason, and there must be other reasons.