In the year 1028 of the Wei calendar, it was the height of summer.

Outside the extremely cold northern Guanshan, there is finally a trace of warmth.

But it was accompanied by a surging tide of banditry.

Xia Ji sat on the Spirit Dou Cloud, overlooking the battle between the two sides.

Because the Giant Ink Palace had been swallowed by him, Guan Shan's war equipment had been upgraded accordingly, and there was no longer a problem in resisting the Kou tide.

If it were the past, Xia Ji would inevitably go directly to kill the robbers and aid the Wei State.

But at this time, he looked at this scene from a higher angle.

The reason why the robbers went south and attacked Guanshan.

He already knew why.

Spring and summer are the hunting seasons for the Iron Prison Icefield Monsters.

Therefore, the inhabitants of the Jagged Abyss will temporarily leave the Abyss and head south to take refuge.

It's just that the doves occupy the magpie's nest to escape the disaster, and the persecuted robbers will also go south.

The robbers naturally wanted to attack Guanshan when they went south.

As long as Guanshan is destroyed, these bandits can enter the north and then enter the hinterland, and there is no need to live a life of fear every year.

Therefore, the source of everything lies in the Iron Prison Ice Field.

And why are the monsters of the Iron Prison Ice Plains so powerful?

That's because they're merging with the real grudge.

The essence of the problem is still the opposition to the underworld and the world.

Xia Ji killed the robbers, which helped the Wei State.

But it is also the outermost layer that has lost its resistance to the underworld, and it is also human beings who have lost it.

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Under the clouds.

The tide is surging.

Burning boulders like meteors flew in the sky, and long-range crossbow arrows exploded like rampant rain, but the robbers were not afraid of death and charged forward.

Xia Ji looked down on the group of thieves and thought about a solution.

Suddenly, he saw a man.

The man was wrapped in a robe with a slight reckless taste, and two tufts of white velvet protected his neck, showing a delicate air that was slightly different from the cruelty of the robbers, but his eyes were very clever and at the same time had a certain arrogance.

He had his hands in his sleeves and a long knife pinned to his waist.

This long knife is a little peculiar, it seems to have been forged twice by the furnace, and the original ordinary steel is plated with a layer of extremely hard, showing white mangs, and the knife lines on the white mangs are like grass, showing some demon knife breath.

It's just the outside of the knife swallowing mouth, but the word "pole" is engraved.

The man was being gathered in a small circle in the center of the robbers, and although it was on the periphery, it was clearly different from "those who went to die".

This person Xia Ji has a sense of familiarity.

Thought and thought.

He finally remembered.

Isn't this Yan Lang who was stocked by himself to the point that he has forgotten.

Back then, he was brought out of the Void Night Palace of Zhao State, and then gave him a knife, and he let it go with a secret book, but he didn't expect him to be alive.

Not only is he alive, but he has also achieved the top of the robbers.

The Mind and Memory Stone were directly located, and then his voice sounded in Yan Lang's mind.

Yan Lang was looking at the confrontation in the distance.

It is really not easy for him to get today's status, and he has been rolling in death countless times, and he has been deceitful, scheming, and countless coincidences.

He has long heard of the original regent and the current son of heaven.

Hate?

Yan Lang is honest, he hates.

But think about it again, the Son of Heaven is so busy, and after all, he is a small person, and it is normal to forget.

It's just that he's not reconciled.

He also wanted to stand in front of that man again and get his approval.

Therefore, all the while, he has also redoubled his efforts.

Outside of Guanshan, the risks are extremely high, but the benefits are also very high.

Yan Lang, who survived in such an environment, accidentally saw Huangquan and the mysterious Pupil Tower, and successfully smelled the Tao, and became a real swordsman.

His story is legendary.

Now in the central colony of bandits.

It's just that...

The voice that suddenly sounded in his head still startled Yan Lang.

But he didn't show the slightest fluster.

"At midnight, come to the canyon behind the third mountain of the West Mountain, there is only one chance. ”

The voice sounded silently in his head.

Even though Yan Lang had experienced strong winds and waves, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

This voice...

He will never forget.

It was the voice of the almost mythical Son of Heaven.

But could it be a trap?

Yan Lang thought a lot.

But in the end, the gambler's heart overcame everything, and he decided to go.

The daytime battle slowly ended in the scene of the slanting sun shining on the blood river.

After dark.

At the top of Guanshan, several city walls will still tour to watch the soldiers on duty, and the brazier casts long or short shadows.

The sun sets.

The lonely smoke fell straight from the sky.

A few flute sounds melodious and desolate.

The robbers outside Guanshan are secretly dormant, like forbearance wolves waiting for an opportunity, only waiting for a flaw, and then breaking the city in one fell swoop.

Yan Lang has already quietly gotten up, he is an independent tent, and because of the swordsman, going out in the middle of the night will not arouse suspicion.

In an extremely stealthy way, he walked through the long grass of the night like a lone wolf, half observing in half a row to prevent anyone from following him, and it didn't take long for him to go around to the West Mountain.

Then he came to the place of daylight, where the voice had been made.

In the moonlight.

A man was sitting on a black boulder, looking up at the sky where the river of stars flowed.

Yan Lang hurriedly solemnized his face and stepped forward and said: "Junior Yan Lang, I have seen my seniors, I don't know if my seniors are here, what is the matter?"

The man turned his head, holding a dark gin gourd, and looked at him with a smile.

In the white moonlight, Yan Lang saw it clearly, and he hurriedly said respectfully: "I've seen the Son of Heaven!"

He may not respect any other son of heaven, but the fabulous existence in front of him can't help but be disrespectful.

In fact, Xia Ji never came to him, and Yan Lang just felt that he was unworthy.

Although he had a father who was a hero of the Central Plains, even his father and this man were 108,000 miles away, which was not worth mentioning at all.

I didn't expect to see you again, how could Yan Lang not be surprised?

It's just that this surprise is a little unreal.

Xia Ji looked at him for a while, and said lightly: "There were many things back then, and it was my fault to leave you alone in the mountains." ”

Yan Lang hurriedly bowed his head as if in a dream and said, "The Son of Heaven has all the opportunities, and the villain's affairs naturally shouldn't cost your energy." ”

"Do you have a grudge against me?"

Yan Lang didn't dare. ”

"That's a teacher. ”

A gentle, smiling voice sounded in the night.

Yan Lang was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his face in shock, looking at the myths of this world in the distance.

At this point, he was sure that he was dreaming.

After thinking about it, it was a "snap" slap in the face.

But...

The man was still in front of him.

Yan Lang slapped the other side of his face again.

The bow was opened left and right, and his cheeks were turned red.

Xia Jiqi said, "What are you doing?"

Yan Lang raised his head and said in astonishment: "The villain is dreaming, so I want to wake up quickly." ”

Xia Ji is also unlucky, there is a lot of Xuan Qi here, and his true qi is even more terrifying to the extreme.

The boy who floated in the air, with his back to the bright moon, overlooking the entrance of the valley.

The wind swept by, and Yan Lang's black hair danced back, revealing a delicate but ruthless face.

The meaning of coldness, the real touch is all telling him that it is true.

Xia Ji smiled and said, "What are you still doing in a daze?"

Yan Lang finally determined that this was not a dream.

He knelt forward in ecstasy, put his hands on the ground, kowtowed heavily among the grass in the valley, and exclaimed, "Teacher!"

Xia Ji raised his hand, and a gust of wind also swept the young man up, and then turned around, one after the other, and walked towards the depths of the West Mountain.

Yan Lang still felt like he was in a dream, although his cheeks were hot, he still couldn't believe it, and his pupils flashed with excitement.

Holding the demon knife in his hand became tighter and tighter, and the moonlight flashed, revealing the word "extreme" in his mouth.