Although the name Donghuang may sound a little desolate, in fact, this territory is the most beautiful place among the five major territories, and one of the main reasons is that it is warm all year round, not to mention snow, and even rain is very rare. There is only spring and summer, not autumn and winter.

So when it was drizzling in Qingyue Town, the first reaction of the people on the street was not to hide in the houses, but to stand in place and look up at the sky in a daze, with a slightly surprised expression and stretched out their hands to feel the slight impact of the small raindrops falling on their palms.

Feng Xi pushed open the window of the room on the second floor, and looked at the continuous rain outside the door with some surprise, as if this was also the first rain she had seen.

"It's true that there are few times when it rains in this Eastern Wilderness, and I haven't seen it a few times in all my years here."

Feng Xi turned around, only to see Lan Wangzhi standing behind him for some time, looking at her with a smile. After resting for an hour or two, Lan Wangzhi regained most of his spirits, and his originally somewhat uninhibited eyebrows were full of warmth at this time, and his handsome face lit up the room that had been a little dim because of the rain.

Feng Xi was also stunned for a moment, and then reacted a little embarrassed, and said:

"This is even more inconvenient to hurry, Xiao Quan's injuries are afraid that they can't be drenched in the rain."

Lan Wangzhi also frowned when he heard this, and said:

"Two hours ago, I sent a family signal, if anyone from the Lan family sees it within a hundred miles, they will definitely rush here, but I don't know if I can ...... in time."

With that, he also stood in front of the window, looking at the sky that suddenly became gray, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

A short, hurried knock suddenly sounded downstairs, and Feng Xi and Lan Wangzhi turned around almost immediately at the same time, looking wary.

In the hall of the inn, the boss still stood by the counter in his previous posture, and the door of the inn was closed directly by him after it started to rain, and he seemed to hate rainy days very much. Hearing the knock on the door earlier, his body didn't even move, his eyes looked at the ground and he didn't know what he was thinking, in short, he had no intention of opening the door.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The knock on the door sounded again, this time harder, and it seemed that the people outside the door had lost their patience.

With a loud "bang", the old inn door collapsed, and the cold wind and drizzle, as well as the heavy smell of blood, all drifted in.

"Shame on the face, right! Can this break stop me? Ahem......"

As soon as the people outside the door came in, they scolded loudly, but halfway through the scolding, they coughed violently, looking like they had suffered a serious injury. So he stopped and took two breaths, then went straight to the table in the middle of the hall and sat down, and pulled the black cloth covering his face violently, revealing a pale face, his face was full of coldness and fierceness, I saw him directly pick up the teapot on the table and pour it into the bowl in front of him, and after drinking it all in one gulp, he turned his head to look in the direction of the counter.

On the second floor, the hearts of the two people who looked out through the narrow door sank, and the person downstairs was the masked man in black who chased and killed them all the way!

It's just that at this time, the person was in a mess, and where did the not light injuries come from?

The two of them worked hard to restrain their spiritual power, and even breathed very lightly, trying to think about how to deal with it.

"Hey, are you deaf or dumb?"

The man in black spoke, but asked the innkeeper who hadn't changed his posture since he broke through the door.

He had licked the blood on the tip of the knife countless times, and soon sniffed out a trace of unusual smell, and the purple scimitar was directly sacrificed, and he pointed at the person who was still bowing his head and said coldly:

"Who the hell are you?"

The rain outside the door was heavier and more urgent, and a few drops of cold rain drifted in the wind, silently falling on the innkeeper's face, and his eyelids suddenly trembled, as if he had just been awakened, and slowly raised his head.

"Huh...... Purple Moon Scimitar, is it really you......"

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank slightly, staring straight at the innkeeper who was gradually raising his head.

"Originally, I swore that I would never set foot in the Beixu realm again in this life, and I would spend the rest of my life here, and I couldn't revenge the blood feud again......"

"Who knew you had delivered it yourself? God can't stand it anymore? Hahaha......"

The innkeeper suddenly raised his head and laughed, but there was no joy in his voice, but a deep sense of sadness greeted him.

The man in black asked with a somewhat ugly face:

"You...... Is it Shen Boxian? ”

"Hahaha...... Zhao Zixiao!! Is it hard for you to remember these three words so clearly? I thought you'd have forgotten about me...... And the human life on your back! ”

After Shen Boxian finished speaking, he raised his hand to wipe the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, his emotions calmed down, and he walked towards Zhao Zixiao step by step, the momentum around his body gradually rose with the leakage of spiritual power, and no one would believe that he would just be the owner of an ordinary inn at this time.

"Sixth-Order Great Spirit Master...... How would you? How can it be!? ”

Zhao Zixiao staggered back a few steps, looked incredulous, and asked incoherently.

Shen Boxian didn't answer again, just walked over slowly, Rao was like this, and it also put a lot of pressure on Zhao Zixiao.

Zhao Zixiao's face became more and more pale, and cold sweat visibly overflowed from his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"Over the years, I've put in so much effort to improve my cultivation! You, an outcast who has been kicked out of your family, will never be better than me! You only deserve to be trampled on the soles of my feet forever! ”

By the end, he was already a little hysterical, and his hand holding the scimitar couldn't help but tremble.

"Buzz!"

A long sword that was red in white was cut down mercilessly with killing intent, Shen Boxian didn't say a word, and directly sacrificed the natal spirit weapon, without the slightest fancy direct move.

Zhao Zixiao hurriedly raised the scimitar to resist, and the aura poured on the purple scimitar through both hands without reservation, even so, the scimitar was pressed down by the long sword little by little, and even Zhao Zixiao's body also felt great pressure, the old wooden floor could not bear such a weight, and it shattered in an instant, and the sawdust flew sideways, and it was actually stepped out of two big pits alive, trapping Zhao Zixiao's feet.

On the other hand, Shen Boxian's face did not change, and he didn't even fluctuate his aura, as if what directly suppressed Zhao Zixiao to the point that he couldn't move was just a random sword, and the indescribable wind was light.

Zhao Zixiao finally understood the huge gap between the two at this time, the fear of death hit the top of his head from the soles of his feet, he seemed to remember something, and under the huge pressure from above, his face turned red and roared:

"Isn't it because of that woman! She pounced on my knife herself! I didn't want to kill her! ”

Shen Boxian's expression was stunned, and he could vaguely see a thick look of pain on his face that was full of vicissitudes of life, and fell into the memories that had been sealed for many years......